Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix Page #3

Thank you, headmaster, for

those kind words of welcome.

And how lovely to see all your bright...

...happy faces smiling up at me.

I'm sure we're all going

to be very good friends.

- That's likely.

- That's likely.

The Ministry of Magic

has always considered...

...the education of young witches

and wizards to be of vital importance.

Although each headmaster...

...has brought something new

to this historic school...

...progress for the sake of

progress must be discouraged.

Let us preserve what must be preserved...

...perfect what can be perfected...

...and prune practices

that ought to be prohibited.

Thank you, Professor Umbridge.

That really was most illuminating.

- Illuminating? What a load of waffle.

- What's it mean?

Magic is forbidden in the corridors...

It means the Ministry's

interfering at Hogwarts.

Dean, Seamus.

- Good holiday?

- All right.

Better than Seamus', anyway.

Me mum didn't want me to come back this year.

- Why not?

- Let me see. Because of you.

The Daily Prophet's been saying a lot

of things about you and Dumbledore.

What, your mum believes them?

Nobody was there the night Cedric died.

I guess you should read the Prophet,

then, like your stupid mother.

- Don't talk about my mother.

- I'll have a go at anyone that calls me a liar.

- What's going on?

- He's mad, is what's going on.

Do you believe the rubbish he's

come out with about You-Know-Who?

Yeah. I do.

Has anyone else got a problem with Harry?

- You all right?

- Fine.

Seamus was bang out of order, mate.

- But he'll come through, you'll see.

- I said, I'm fine, Ron.

Right. I'll just leave

you to your thoughts, then.

Harry.

Bring it over here. Over here.

Oh, go on, Seamus. Go on, get it.

Good morning, children.

Ordinary Wizarding Level examinations.

O-W-Ls.

More commonly known as OWLs.

Study hard and you will be rewarded.

Fail to do so, and the

consequences may be severe.

Your previous instruction in this

subject has been disturbingly uneven.

But you'll be pleased to know, from now on...

...you will be following a carefully

structured, Ministry-approved...

...course of defensive magic. Yes?

There's nothing in here

about using defensive spells?

Using spells?

Well, I can't imagine why you would

need to use spells in my classroom.

We're not gonna use magic?

You'll be learning about defensive

spells in a secure, risk-free way.

What use is that? If we're

attacked, it won't be risk-free.

Students will raise their hands

when they speak in my class.

It is the view of the Ministry...

...that a theoretical

knowledge will be sufficient...

...to get you through your examinations...

...which, after all, is

what school is all about.

And how's theory supposed to

prepare us for what's out there?

There is nothing out there, dear.

Who do you imagine wants to

attack children like yourself?

Oh, I don't know. Maybe Lord Voldemort.

Now, let me make this quite plain.

You have been told...

...that a certain dark

wizard is at large once again.

- This is a lie.

- It's not a lie. I saw him. I fought him.

Detention, Mr. Potter.

Cedric Diggory dropped dead of his own accord?

Cedric Diggory's death was a tragic accident.

It was murder. Voldemort killed him.

Enough!

Enough.

See me later, Mr. Potter. My office.

Come in.

Good evening, Mr. Potter.

Sit.

You're going to be doing some

lines for me today, Mr. Potter.

No, not with your quill.

Going to be using a

rather special one of mine.

Now...

...I want you to write,

"I must not tell lies."

How many times?

Well, let's say for as long as it

takes for the message to sink in.

You haven't given me any ink.

Oh, you won't need any ink.

Yes?

- Nothing.

- That's right.

Because you know, deep down...

...you deserve to be punished.

Don't you, Mr. Potter?

Go on.

- Skiving Snackboxes.

- Sweets that make you ill.

Get out of class whenever you like.

Obtain hours of pleasure

from unprofitable boredom.

Care for another?

I'm not asking you to write all of it for me.

I've been busy studying

for these stupid OWL exams.

I'll do the introduction. That's all.

Hermione, you're honestly the most

wonderful person I've ever met.

- And if I'm ever rude to you again...

- I'll know you've gone back to normal.

What's wrong with your hand?

Nothing.

The other hand.

- You've got to tell Dumbledore.

- No.

Dumbledore's got enough on his mind right now.

I don't want to give

Umbridge the satisfaction.

Bloody hell, Harry. The woman's torturing you.

- If the parents knew about this...

- I haven't got any of those, have I, Ron?

Harry, you've got to report this.

- It's perfectly simple. You're being...

- No, it's not.

Hermione, whatever this is, it's not simple.

You don't understand.

Then help us to.

Dear Padfoot...

...I hope you're all right.

It's starting to get colder here.

Winter is definitely on the way.

In spite of being back at Hogwarts,

I feel more alone than ever.

I know you, of all people, will understand.

Hello, Harry Potter.

- Your feet. Aren ' t they cold?

- Bit.

Unfortunately, all my shoes

have mysteriously disappeared.

I suspect Nargles are behind it.

- What are they?

- They're called Thestrals.

They're quite gentle, really, but people

avoid them because they're a bit...

Different.

But why can't the others see them?

They can only be seen by

people who've seen death.

So you've known someone who's died, then?

My mum.

She was quite an extraordinary witch,

but she did like to experiment...

...and one day, one of her

spells went badly wrong.

- I was 9.

- I'm sorry.

Yes, it was rather horrible.

I do feel very sad about it

sometimes, but I've got Dad.

We both believe you, by the way.

That He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named

is back, and you fought him...

...and the Ministry and the

Prophet are conspiring against you.

Thanks. It seems you're

about the only ones that do.

I don't think that's true.

But I suppose that's how he wants you to feel.

What do you mean?

Well, if I were

You-Know-Who...

...I'd want you to feel cut

off from everyone else...

...because if it's just you alone...

...you're not as much of a threat.

- Do you ever stop eating?

- What? I'm hungry.

Harry.

Can I join you?

Pardon me, professor, but what

exactly are you insinuating?

I am merely requesting that

when it comes to my students...

...you conform to the prescribed

disciplinary practices.

So silly of me, but it sounds...

...as if you're questioning my

authority in my own classroom...

...Minerva.

Not at all, Dolores, merely

your medieval methods.

I am sorry, dear.

But to question my practices

is to question the Ministry...

...and by extension, the minister himself.

I am a tolerant woman...

...but the one thing I will

not stand for is disloyalty.

Disloyalty.

Things at Hogwarts are

far worse than I feared.

Cornelius will want to take immediate action.

What's happened to Dumbledore?

Having already revolutionized...

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