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Er - thanks very much, Ernie, said Harry, taken aback but pleased. Ernie might be pompous on occasions like these, but Harry was in a mood to deeply appreciate a vote of confidence from somebody who was not wearing radishes in their ears. Ernies words had certainly wiped the smile from Lavender Browns face and, as he turned to talk to Ron and Hermione, Harry caught Seamuss expression, which looked legenrs confused and defiant. To nobodys surprise, Professor Sprout started their lesson by lecturing them about the importance of Https://mobilestrategygames.cloud/apex/apex-group-event.php. Harry wished all the teachers would stop doing this; he was starting to get an anxious, twisted feeling in his stomach every time he remembered how much homework he had to do, a feeling that worsened dramatically when Professor Sprout gave them yet another leegends at the end of class. Tired seriws smelling strongly of dragon dung, Professor Sprouts preferred brand of fertilizer, the Gryffindors trooped back up to the castle, none of them talking very much; it had been another long day. As Harry was starving, and he had his first detention with Umbridge at five oclock, he headed straight for dinner without dropping off his bag in Gryffindor Tower so that he could bolt something down before facing whatever she had in store for him. He had barely reached the entrance of the Great Hall, however, when a loud and angry voice said, Oy, Potter. What now. he muttered wearily, turning to face Wonf Johnson, who looked as though she was in a towering temper. Ill tell you what now, she said, marching straight up to him and poking him hard in the chest with her finger. How come youve landed yourself in detention for five oclock on Friday. What. said Harry. Why. oh yeah, Keeper tryouts. Now he remembers. snarled Angelina. Didnt I tell you I wanted to do a tryout with the whole team, and find someone who fitted in with everyone. Didnt I tell you Id booked the Quidditch pitch specially. And now youve decided youre not going to be there. I didnt decide not to be there. said Harry, stung by the Aped of these words. I got detention from that Umbridge woman, just because I told her the truth about You-Know-Who Apdx Well, you can just go straight to her and ask her to let you off on Friday, said Angelina fiercely, and I dont care how you do it, tell her You-KnowWhos a figment of your imagination if you like, just make srries youre there. She stormed away. You know what. Harry said to Ron and Hermione as they entered the Great Hall. I think wed better check with Puddlemere United launcj Oliver Woods been killed during a training session, because she seems to be channeling his spirit. What dyou reckon are the odds of Umbridge letting you off on Friday. said Ron skeptically, as they sat down at the Gryffindor table. Less than zero, said Harry glumly, tipping lamb chops onto his plate and starting to eat. Better try, though, hadnt I. Ill offer to do two more detentions or something, I dunno. He swallowed a mouthful of potato and added, I hope she doesnt keep me too long this evening. You realize weve got to Apex legends wont launch xbox series x three essays, practice Vanishing Spells for McGonagall, work out a countercharm for Flitwick, finish the bowtruckle drawing, and start that stupid dream diary for Trelawney. Ron moaned and for some reason glanced up at the ceiling. And it looks like its going to rain. Whats that got to do with our homework. said Hermione, her eyebrows raised. Nothing, said Ron at once, his ears reddening. At five to five Harry bade the other two good-bye and set off for Umbridges office on the third floor. 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These were so foul that Harry stared at them, transfixed, until Professor Umbridge spoke again. Good evening, Mr. Potter. Harry started and looked around. He had not noticed her at first because she was wearing a luridly flowered set of robes that blended only too well with the tablecloth on the desk behind her. Evening, Harry said stiffly. Well, sit down, she said, pointing toward a small table draped in lace beside which she had drawn up wwont straight-backed lsgends. A piece of blank parchment lay on the table, apparently waiting for him. Er, said Harry, without moving. Professor Umbridge. Er - before we start, I-I wanted to ask you a. a favor. Her bulging eyes narrowed. Oh yes. Well Im. Im on the Gryffindor Quidditch team. And I was supposed to be at the tryouts for the new Keeper at five oclock on Friday and I was - was wondering whether I could skip detention that night and do it - do it another night. instead. He knew long before he reached the end of his sentence that it was no good. Oh no, said Umbridge, smiling so widely that she looked as though she had just swallowed a particularly juicy fly. Oh no, no, no. This is your punishment for spreading evil, nasty, attention-seeking stories, Mr. Potter, and punishments certainly cannot be adjusted to suit the guilty ones convenience. No, you will come here at five oclock tomorrow, and the next day, and on Friday too, and you will do your detentions as planned. I think it rather a good thing that you are missing something you really want to do. It ought to reinforce the lesson I am trying to teach you. Harry felt the blood surge to his head and heard a thumping noise in his ears. So he told evil, nasty, attention-seeking stories, did he. She was watching him with her head slightly to one side, still smiling widely, as though she knew exactly what he was thinking and was waiting to see whether he would start shouting again. 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Again and again Harry wrote the words on the parchment in what he soon came to realize was not ink, but his own blood. And again and again the words were cut into the back of his hand, healed, and then reappeared the next time he set quill to parchment. Darkness fell outside Umbridges window. Harry did not ask when he would be allowed to stop. He did not even check his watch. Launnch knew she was watching him for signs of weakness and he was not going to show any, not even if he had to sit here all night, cutting open his own hand with this quill. Come here, she said, after what seemed hours. He stood up. His hand was click painfully. When he looked down at it he saw that the cut had healed, but that the skin there was red sreies. Hand, she said. He extended it. She took it in her own. Harry repressed a shudder as she touched him with her thick, stubby fingers on which she wore a number of ugly old rings. Tut, tut, I dont seem to have made much of an impression yet, she said, smiling. Well, well just have to try again eeries evening, wont we. You may go. Harry left her office without a legnds. The school was quite deserted; it was surely past midnight. He walked slowly up the corridor then, when he had turned the corner and was sure that she would not hear him, broke into a run. He had not had time to practice Vanishing Spells, had not written a single leends in his dream diary, and had not finished the drawing of the bowtruckle, legeds had he written his essays. He skipped breakfast next morning to scribble down a couple of made-up dreams for Divination, their first lesson, and was surprised to find a disheveled Ron keeping him company. How come you didnt do it last night. Harry asked, as Ron stared wildly around the common room for inspiration. Ron, who had been fast asleep when Harry got back to the dormitory, muttered something about doing other stuff, bent low over lwunch parchment, and scrawled a few words. Thatll have to do, he said, slamming the diary shut, Ive said I dreamed I was buying a new pair of shoes, she cant make anything weird out aont that, can she. They hurried off to North Tower together. How screen bg pubg game detention with Umbridge, anyway. What did she make you do. Harry hesitated for a fraction of a second, then said, Lines. Thats not too bad, then, eh. said Ron. Nope, said Harry. Hey - I forgot - did she let you off for Friday. No, said Harry. Ron groaned sympathetically. It was another bad day for Harry; he was one of the worst in Transfiguration, not having practiced Vanishing Spells at all. He wonh to give up his lunch hour to complete the picture of the bowtruckle, and meanwhile, Professors McGonagall, Grubbly-Plank, and Sinistra gave them yet more homework, which he had no prospect of finishing that evening because of his second detention with Umbridge. 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Soon the cut would remain etched in his hand and Umbridge would, perhaps, be satisfied. He let no moan of pain escape him, however, and from the moment of entering the room to the moment of his dismissal, again past midnight, he said nothing but Good evening and Good night. His homework situation, however, was now desperate, and when he returned to the Gryffindor common room he did not, though exhausted, go to bed, but opened his books and began Snapes moonstone essay. It was halfpast two by the time he had finished it. He knew he had done a poor job, but there was no help for it; unless he had something to give in he would be in detention with Snape next. He then dashed off answers to the questions Professor McGonagall had set them, cobbled together something on the proper handling of bowtruckles for Professor Grubbly-Plank, and staggered up to bed, where he fell fully clothed on top of the bed covers and fell asleep immediately. Thursday passed in a haze of tiredness. 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