Harry Potter 05 - Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix

fainter until they reached the Entrance Hall, where they could hear nothing except the sound of their own footsteps. Harry became aware that something was still struggling in his right hand, the knuckles of which he had bruised against Malfoy’s jaw. Looking down, he saw the Snitch’s silver wings protruding from between his fingers, struggling for release.
    They had barely reached the door of Professor McGonagall’s office when she came marching along the corridor behind them. She was wearing a Gryffindor scarf, but tore it from her throat with shaking hands as she strode towards them, looking livid.
    ‘In!’ she said furiously, pointing to the door. Harry and George entered. She strode around behind her desk and faced them, quivering with rage as she threw the Gryffindor scarf aside on to the floor.
    ‘Well?’ she said. ‘I have never seen such a disgraceful exhibition. Two on one! Explain yourselves!’
    ‘Malfoy provoked us,’ said Harry stiffly.
    ‘Provoked you?’ shouted Professor McGonagall, slamming a fist on to her desk so that her tartan tin slid sideways off it and burst open, littering the floor with Ginger Newts. ‘He’d just lost, hadn’t he? Of course he wanted to provoke you! But what on earth he can have said that justified what you two –’
    ‘He insulted my parents,’ snarled George. ‘And Harry’s mother.’
    ‘But instead of leaving it to Madam Hooch to sort out, you two decided to give an exhibition of Muggle duelling, did you?’ bellowed Professor McGonagall. ‘Have you any idea what you’ve –?’
    ‘Hem, hem.’
    Harry and George both spun round. Dolores Umbridge was standing in the doorway wrapped in a green tweed cloak that greatly enhanced her resemblance to a giant toad, and was smiling in the horrible, sickly, ominous way that Harry had come to associate with imminent misery.
    ‘May I help, Professor McGonagall?’ asked Professor Umbridge in her most poisonously sweet voice.
    Blood rushed into Professor McGonagall’s face.
    ‘Help?’ she repeated, in a constricted voice. ‘What do you mean, help ?’
    Professor Umbridge moved forwards into the office, still smiling her sickly smile.
    ‘Why, I thought you might be grateful for a little extra authority.’
    Harry would not have been surprised to see sparks fly from Professor McGonagall’s nostrils.
    ‘You thought wrong,’ she said, turning her back on Umbridge. ‘Now, you two had better listen closely. I do not care what provocation Malfoy offered you, I do not care if he insulted every family member you possess, your behaviour was disgusting and I am giving each of you a week’s worth of detentions! Do not look at me like that, Potter, you deserve it! And if either of you ever –’
    ‘Hem, hem.’
    Professor McGonagall closed her eyes as though praying for patience as she turned her face towards Professor Umbridge again.
    ‘Yes?’
    ‘I think they deserve rather more than detentions,’ said Umbridge, smiling still more broadly.
    Professor McGonagall’s eyes flew open.
    ‘But unfortunately,’ she said, with an attempt at a reciprocal smile that made her look as though she had lockjaw, ‘it is what I think that counts, as they are in my House, Dolores.’
    ‘Well, actually , Minerva,’ simpered Professor Umbridge, ‘I think you’ll find that what I think does count. Now, where is it? Cornelius just sent it … I mean,’ she gave a false little laugh as she rummaged in her handbag, ‘the Minister just sent it … ah yes …’
    She had pulled out a piece of parchment which she now unfurled, clearing her throat fussily before starting to read what it said.
    ‘ Hem, hem … “Educational Decree Number Twenty-five”.’
    ‘Not another one!’ exclaimed Professor McGonagall violently.
    ‘Well, yes,’ said Umbridge, still smiling. ‘As a matter of fact, Minerva, it was you who made me see that we needed a further amendment … you remember how you overrode me, when I was unwilling to allow the Gryffindor Quidditch team to re-form? How you took the case to Dumbledore, who insisted that the team be allowed to play? Well, now, I couldn’t have that. I contacted the Minister at once, and he quite agreed with me that the High Inquisitor has to have the power to strip pupils of privileges, or she – that is to say, I – would have less authority than common teachers! And you see now, don’t you, Minerva, how right I was in attempting to stop the Gryffindor team re-forming? Dreadful