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No way. yelled Harry, staring at the little of Hermione he could see. Well have to, Harry, shell force it out of you anyway, whats. whats the point. And Hermione began to cry weakly into the back of Millicent Bulstrodes robes. Millicent stopped trying to squash her against the wall immediately and dodged out of her way looking disgusted. Well, well, well. said Umbridge, looking triumphant. Little Miss Question-All is going to give us some answers. Come on then, girl, come on. Er - my - nee - no. shouted Ron through his gag. Ginny was staring at Hermione as though she had never seen her before; Neville, still choking for breath, was gazing at her too. But Harry had just noticed something. Though Hermione was sobbing desperately into her hands, there was no trace of a tear. Im - Im sorry everyone, said Hermione. But - I cant stand it - Thats right, thats right, girl. said Umbridge, seizing Hermione by the shoulders, thrusting her into the abandoned chintz chair and leaning over her. Now then. with whom was Potter communicating just now. Well, gulped Hermione into her hands, well, he was trying to speak to Professor Dumbledore. Ron froze, his eyes wide; Ginny stopped trying to stamp on her Slytherin captors toes; even Luna looked mildly surprised. Fortunately, the attention of Umbridge and her minions was focused too exclusively upon Hermione to notice these suspicious signs. Dumbledore. said Umbridge eagerly. You know where Dumbledore is, then. Well. sobbed Hermione. Weve tried the Leaky Cauldron in Diagon Alley and the Three Broomsticks and even the Hogs Head - Idiot girl, Dumbledore wont be sitting in a pub when the whole Ministrys looking for him. shouted Umbridge, disappointment etched in every sagging line of her face. But - but we needed to tell him something important. wailed Hermione, holding her hands more tightly over her face, not, Harry knew, out of anguish, but to disguise the continued absence of tears. Yes. said Umbridge with a sudden resurgence of excitement. What was it you wanted to tell him. We. we wanted to tell him its r-ready. choked Hermione. Whats ready. demanded Umbridge, and now she grabbed Hermiones shoulders again and shook her slightly. Whats ready, girl. The. the weapon, said Hermione. Weapon. Weapon. said Umbridge, and her eyes seemed to pop with excitement. You have been developing some method of resistance. A weapon you could use against the Ministry. On Professor Dumbledores orders, of course. Y-y-yes, gasped Hermione. But he had to leave before it was finished and n-n-now weve finished it for him, and we c-c-cant find him t-t-to tell him. What kind of weapon is it. said Umbridge harshly, her stubby hands still tight on Hermiones shoulders. We dont r-r-really understand it, said Hermione, sniffing loudly. We j-jjust did what P-P-Professor Dumbledore told us t-t-to do. Umbridge straightened up, looking exultant. Lead me to the weapon, she said. Im not showing. them, said Hermione shrilly, looking around at the Slytherins through her fingers. It is not for you to set conditions, said Professor Umbridge harshly. Fine, said Hermione, now sobbing into her hands again, fine. let them see it, I hope they use it on you. In fact, I wish youd invite loads and loads of people to come and see. Th-that would serve you right - oh, Id love it if the wh-whole school knew where it was, and how to u-use it, and then if you annoy any of them theyll be able to s-sort you out. These words had a powerful impact on Umbridge. She glanced swiftly and suspiciously around at call duty zombies ds Inquisitorial Squad, her bulging eyes resting for a moment on Malfoy, who was too slow to disguise the look of Rust game metal detector update and greed that had appeared on his face. Umbridge contemplated Hermione for another long moment and then spoke in what she clearly thought was a motherly voice. All right, dear, lets make it just you and me. and well take Potter too, shall we. Get up, now - Professor, said Malfoy eagerly, Professor Umbridge, I think some of the squad should come with you to look after - I am a fully qualified Ministry official, Malfoy, do you really think I cannot manage two wandless teenagers alone. asked Umbridge sharply. In any case, it does not sound as though this weapon is something that schoolchildren should see. You will remain here until I return and make sure none of these - she gestured around at Ron, Ginny, Neville, and Luna - escape. All right, said Malfoy, looking sulky and disappointed. And you two can go ahead of me and show me the way, said Umbridge, pointing at Harry and Hermione with her wand. Lead on. H CHAPTER THIRTY-THREE FIGHT AND FLIGHT arry had no idea what Hermione was planning, or even whether she had a plan. He walked half a pace behind her as they headed down the corridor outside Umbridges office, knowing it would look very suspicious if he appeared not to know where they were going. He did not dare attempt to talk to her; Umbridge was walking so closely behind them that he could hear her ragged breathing. Hermione led the way down the stairs into the entrance hall. The din of loud voices and the clatter of cutlery on plates echoed from out of the double doors to the Great Hall. It seemed incredible to Harry that twenty feet away were people who were enjoying dinner, celebrating the end of exams, not a care in the world. Hermione walked straight out of the oak front doors and down the stone steps into the balmy evening air. The sun was falling toward the tops of the trees in the Forbidden Forest now as Hermione marched purposefully across the grass, Umbridge jogging to keep up. Their long dark notes update pubg xbox rippled over the grass behind them like cloaks. Its hidden in Hagrids hut, is it. said Umbridge eagerly in Harrys ear. Of course not, said Hermione scathingly. Hagrid might have set it off accidentally. Yes, said Umbridge, whose excitement seemed to be mounting. Yes, he would have done, of course, the great half-breed oaf source. She laughed. Harry felt a strong urge to swing around and seize her by the throat, but resisted. His scar was throbbing in the soft evening air but it had not yet burned white-hot, as he knew it would if Voldemort had moved in for the kill. Then. where is it. asked Umbridge, with a hint of uncertainty in her voice as Hermione continued to stride toward the forest. In there, of course, said Hermione, pointing into the dark trees. It had to be somewhere that students werent going to find it accidentally, didnt it. Of course, said Umbridge, though she sounded a little apprehensive now. Of course. very well, then. you two stay ahead of me. Can we have your wand, inventor of engine description, if were going first. Harry asked her. No, I dont think so, Mr. Potter, said Umbridge sweetly, poking him in the back with it. The Ministry places a rather higher value on my life than yours, Im afraid. As they reached the cool shade of the first trees, Harry tried to catch Hermiones eye; walking into the forest without wands seemed to him to be more foolhardy than anything they had done so far this evening. She, however, merely gave Umbridge a contemptuous glance and plunged straight into the trees, moving at such a pace that Umbridge, with her shorter legs, had difficulty in keeping up. Is it very far in. Umbridge asked, as her robe ripped on a bramble. Oh yes, said Hermione. Yes, its well hidden. Harrys misgivings increased. Hermione was not taking the path they had followed to visit Grawp, but the one he had followed three years ago to the lair of the monster Aragog. Hermione had not been with him on that occasion; he doubted she had any idea what danger lay at the end of it. Er - are you sure this is the right way. he asked her pointedly. Oh yes, she said in a steely voice, crashing through the undergrowth with what he thought was a wholly unnecessary amount of noise. Behind them, Umbridge tripped over a fallen sapling. Neither of them paused to help her up again; Hermione merely strode on, calling loudly over her shoulder, Its a bit further in. Hermione, keep your voice down, Harry muttered, hurrying to catch up with her. Anything could be listening in here - I want us heard, she answered quietly, as Umbridge jogged noisily after them. Youll see. They walked on for what seemed a long time, until they were once again so deep into the forest that the dense tree canopy blocked out all light. Harry had the feeling he had had before in the forest, one of being watched by unseen eyes. How much further. demanded Umbridge angrily from behind him. Not far now. shouted Hermione, as they emerged into a dim, dank clearing. Rust game metal detector update a little bit - An arrow flew through the air and landed with a menacing thud in the tree just over her head. The air was suddenly full of the sound of hooves. Harry could feel the forest floor trembling; Umbridge gave a little scream and pushed him in front of her like a shield - He wrenched himself free of her and turned. Around fifty centaurs were emerging on every side, their bows raised and loaded, pointing at Harry, Hermione, and Umbridge, who backed slowly into the center of the clearing, Umbridge uttering odd little whimpers of terror. Harry looked sideways at Hermione. She was wearing a triumphant smile. Https://mobilestrategygames.cloud/steam-deck/steam-deck-epic-games-offline.php are you. said a voice. Harry looked left. The chestnut-bodied centaur called Magorian was walking toward them out of the circle; his bow, like the others, was raised. On Harrys right, Umbridge was still whimpering, her wand trembling violently as she pointed it at the advancing centaur. I asked you who are you, human, said Magorian roughly. I am Dolores Umbridge. said Umbridge in a high-pitched, terrified voice. Senior Undersecretary to the Minister of Magic and Headmistress and High Inquisitor of Hogwarts. You are from the Ministry of Magic. said Magorian, as many of the centaurs in the surrounding circle shifted restlessly. Thats right. said Umbridge in an even higher voice. So be very careful. By the laws laid down by the Department for the Regulation and Control of Magical Creatures, any attack by half-breeds such as yourselves on a human - What did you call us. shouted a wild-looking black centaur, whom Harry recognized as Bane. There was a great deal of angry muttering and tightening of bowstrings around them. Dont call them that.
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