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But I shall not be insulted, no, I shall not!”
“But Professor, who’s insulting you?” asked Parvati timidly.
“The establishment!” said Professor Trelawney

tears spilling from under her glasses.

“You know what to do! Or am I such a substandard teacher that you have never learned how to open a book?”

There was too much truth in this to ignore, so half an hour later Harry took his seat in the hot, over-perfumed atmosphere of the Divination classroom feeling angry at everybody. Professor Trelawney was handing out copies of The Dream Oracle yet again; he would surely be much better employed doing Snape’s punishment essay than sitting here trying to find meaning in a lot of made-up dreams.

Snape had already given them homework, and he had Quidditch practice this evening; this would mean another couple of sleepless nights.

“Salamander blood, Harry!” Hermione moaned, grabbing his wrist to prevent him adding the wrong ingredient <…>. “Not pomegranate juice!”

Snape and Umbridge, the two teachers he hated most . . . it was hard to decide which he wanted to triumph over the other.

apparently they’ve got a special ward for people whose brains have been addled by magic . . .”

“Where did you take her?”

“Bear in mind,”

“Do you know how far this owl’s traveled, Potter?”
“Er,” said Harry. “From London, I think.”
He met her eyes briefly and knew that she understood “London” to mean “number twelve, Grimmauld Place” by the way her eyebrows had joined in the middle.

should be in class,
<…>
“Well then, why are you out of class?”

Professor Binns raised his eyes from his notes, looking amazed, as always, to find the room in front of him full of people.

“Okay, okay,” <…>. “Don’t worry, I’ll behave myself

“And talking about Michael and Ginny . . . what about Cho and you?”
“What d’you mean?” said Harry quickly.
<…>—had he been that obvious?“Well,” said Hermione, smiling slightly, “she just couldn’t keep her eyes off you, could she?”

So don’t harp on about it,

“Well, time’s ticking on,”

There was an odd feeling in the group now. It was as though they had just signed some kind of contract.

“We think the reason Umbridge doesn’t want us trained in Defense Against the Dark Arts,” said Hermione, “is that she’s got some . . . some mad idea that Dumbledore could use the students in the school as a kind of private army. She thinks he’d mobilize us against the Ministry.”

“That was a seriously cool bit of flying . . .”