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

Harry clapped a hand over her mouth. Luckily, Fang was sniffing loudly around the hem of Professor Umbridge’s robes and she did not appear to have heard.
    ‘Well, I on’y jus’ got back,’ said Hagrid, waving an enormous hand at the haversack. ‘Maybe someone came ter call earlier an’ I missed ’em.’
    ‘There are no footsteps leading away from your cabin door.’
    ‘Well, I … I don’ know why that’d be …’ said Hagrid, tugging nervously at his beard and again glancing towards the corner where Harry, Ron and Hermione stood, as though asking for help. ‘Erm …’
    Umbridge wheeled round and strode the length of the cabin, looking around carefully. She bent and peered under the bed. She opened Hagrid’s cupboards. She passed within two inches of where Harry, Ron and Hermione stood pressed against the wall; Harry actually pulled in his stomach as she walked by. After looking carefully inside the enormous cauldron Hagrid used for cooking, she wheeled round again and said, ‘What has happened to you? How did you sustain those injuries?’
    Hagrid hastily removed the dragon steak from his face, which in Harry’s opinion was a mistake, because the black and purple bruising all around his eye was now clearly visible, not to mention the large amount of fresh and congealed blood on his face. ‘Oh, I … had a bit of an accident,’ he said lamely.
    ‘What sort of accident?’
    ‘I – I tripped.’
    ‘You tripped,’ she repeated coolly.
    ‘Yeah, tha’s right. Over … over a friend’s broomstick. I don’ fly, meself. Well, look at the size o’ me, I don’ reckon there’s a broomstick that’d hold me. Friend o’ mine breeds Abraxan horses, I dunno if you’ve ever seen ’em, big beasts, winged, yeh know, I’ve had a bit of a ride on one o’ them an’ it was –’
    ‘Where have you been?’ asked Umbridge, cutting coolly through Hagrid’s babbling.
    ‘Where’ve I –?’
    ‘Been, yes,’ she said. ‘Term started two months ago. Another teacher has had to cover your classes. None of your colleagues has been able to give me any information as to your whereabouts. You left no address. Where have you been?’
    There was a pause in which Hagrid stared at her with his newly uncovered eye. Harry could almost hear his brain working furiously.
    ‘I – I’ve been away for me health,’ he said.
    ‘For your health,’ said Professor Umbridge. Her eyes travelled over Hagrid’s discoloured and swollen face; dragon blood dripped gently and silently on to his waistcoat. ‘I see.’
    ‘Yeah,’ said Hagrid, ‘bit o’ – o’ fresh air, yeh know –’
    ‘Yes, as gamekeeper fresh air must be so difficult to come by,’ said Umbridge sweetly. The small patch of Hagrid’s face that was not black or purple, flushed.
    ‘Well – change o’ scene, yeh know –’
    ‘Mountain scenery?’ said Umbridge swiftly.
    She knows , Harry thought desperately.
    ‘Mountains?’ Hagrid repeated, clearly thinking fast. ‘Nope, South o’ France fer me. Bit o’ sun an’ … an’ sea.’
    ‘Really?’ said Umbridge. ‘You don’t have much of a tan.’
    ‘Yeah … well … sensitive skin,’ said Hagrid, attempting an ingratiating smile. Harry noticed that two of his teeth had been knocked out. Umbridge looked at him coldly; his smile faltered. Then she hoisted her handbag a little higher into the crook of her arm and said, ‘I shall, of course, be informing the Minister of your late return.’
    ‘Righ’,’ said Hagrid, nodding.
    ‘You ought to know, too, that as High Inquisitor it is my unfortunate but necessary duty to inspect my fellow teachers. So I daresay we shall meet again soon enough.’
    She turned sharply and marched back to the door.
    ‘You’re inspectin’ us?’ Hagrid echoed blankly, looking after her.
    ‘Oh, yes,’ said Umbridge softly, looking back at him with her hand on the door handle. ‘The Ministry is determined to weed out unsatisfactory teachers, Hagrid. Goodnight.’
    She left, closing the door behind her with a snap. Harry made to pull off the Invisibility Cloak but Hermione seized his wrist.
    ‘Not yet,’ she breathed in his ear. ‘She might not be gone yet.’
    Hagrid seemed to be thinking the same way; he stumped across the room and pulled back the curtain an inch or so.
    ‘She’s goin’ back ter the castle,’ he said in a low voice. ‘Blimey … inspectin’ people, is she?’
    ‘Yeah,’ said Harry, pulling off the Cloak. ‘Trelawney’s on