‘I'll bet you wish you hadn't given up Divination1 now, don't you, Hermione?’ asked Parvati, smirking2.
It was breakfast time, two days after the sacking of Professor Trelawney, and Parvati was curling her eyelashes around her wand and examining the effect in the back of her spoon. They were to have their first lesson with Firenze that morning.
‘Not really,’ said Hermione indifferently, who was reading the Daily Prophet.‘I've never really liked horses.’
She turned a page of the newspaper and scanned its columns.
‘He's not a horse, he's a centaur3!’ said Lavender, sounding shocked.
‘A gorgeous centaur ...’ sighed Parvati.
‘Either way, he's still got four legs,’ said Hermione coolly. ‘Anyway, I thought you two were all upset that Trelawney had gone?’
‘We are!’ Lavender assured her. ‘We went up to her office to see her; we took her some daffodils —not the honking4 ones that Sprout's got, nice ones.’
‘Not very good, poor thing,’ said Lavender sympathetically. ‘She was crying and saying she'd rather leave the castle for ever than stay here where Umbridge is, and I don't blame her, Umbridge was horrible to her, wasn't she?’
‘I've got a feeling Umbridge has only just started being horrible,’ said Hermione darkly.
‘Impossible,’ said Ron, who was tucking into a large plate of eggs and bacon. ‘She can't get any worse than she's been already.’
‘You mark my words, she's going to want revenge on Dumbledore for appointing a new teacher without consulting her,’ said Hermione, closing the newspaper. ‘Especially another part-human. You saw the look on her face when she saw Firenze.’
After breakfast Hermione departed for her Arithmancy class as Harry and Ron followed Parvati and Lavender into the Entrance Hall, heading for Divination.
‘Aren't we going up to North Tower?’ asked Ron, looking puzzled, as Parvati bypassed the marble staircase.
Parvati looked at him scornfully over her shoulder.
‘How d'you expect Firenze to climb that ladder? We're in classroom eleven now, it was on the noticeboard yesterday.’
Classroom eleven was on the ground floor along the corridor leading off the Entrance Hall from the opposite side to the Great Hall. Harry knew it was one of those classrooms that were never used regularly, and therefore had the slightly neglected feeling of a cupboard or storeroom. When he entered it right behind Ron, and found himself in the middle of a forest clearing, he was therefore momentarily stunned7.
‘What the—?’
The classroom floor had become springily mossy and trees were growing out of it; their leafy branches fanned across the ceiling and windows, so that the room was full of slanting8 shafts9 of soft, dappled, green light. The students who had already arrived were sitting on the earthy floor with their backs resting against tree trunks or boulders10, arms wrapped around their knees or folded tightly across their chests, and all looking rather nervous. In the middle of the clearing, where there were no trees, stood Firenze.
‘Harry Potter,’ he said, holding out a hand when Harry entered.
‘Er—hi,’ said Harry, shaking hands with the centaur, who surveyed him unblinkingly through those astonishingly blue eyes but did not smile. ‘Er—good to see you,’
‘And you,’ said the centaur, inclining his white-blond head. ‘It was foretold12 that we would meet again.’
Harry noticed there was the shadow of a hoof-shaped bruise13 on Firenze's chest. As he turned to join the rest of the class on the ground, he saw they were all looking at him in awe14, apparently15 deeply impressed that he was on speaking terms with Firenze. whom they seemed to find intimidating16.
When the door was closed and the last student had sat down on a tree stump17 beside the wastepaper basket, Firenze gestured around the room.
‘Professor Dumbledore has kindly18 arranged this classroom for us,’ said Firenze, when everyone had settled down, ‘in imitation of my natural habitat. I would have preferred to teach you in the Forbidden Forest, which was—until Monday—my home ... but that is no longer possible.’
‘Please—er— sir—’ said Parvati breathlessly, raising her hand,—why not? We've been in there with Hagrid, we're not frightened!’
‘It is not a question of your bravery,’ said Firenze, ‘but of my position. I cannot return to the Forest. My herd19 has banished20 me.’
‘Herd?’ said Lavender in a confused voice, and Harry knew she was thinking of cows. ‘What— oh!’
Comprehension dawned on her face. ‘There are more of you?’ she said, stunned.
‘Did Hagrid breed you, like the Thestrals?’ asked Dean eagerly.
Firenze turned his head very slowly to face Dean, who seemed to realise at once that he had said something very offensive.
‘I didn't—I meant—sorry,’ he finished in a hushed voice.
‘Centaurs22 are not the servants or playthings of humans,’ said Firenze quietly. There was a pause, then Parvati raised her hand again.
‘Please, sir ... why have the other centaurs banished you?’
‘Because I have agreed to work for Professor Dumbledore,’ said Firenze. ‘They see this as a betrayal of our kind.’
Harry remembered how, nearly four years ago, the centaur Bane had shouted at Firenze for allowing Harry to ride to safety on his back; he had called him a ‘common mule23'. He wondered whether it had been Bane who had kicked Firenze in the chest.
‘Let us begin,’ said Firenze. He swished his long palomino tail, raised his hand towards the leafy canopy24 overhead, then lowered it slowly, and as he did so, the light in the room dimmed, so that they now seemed to be sitting in a forest clearing by twilight25, and stars appeared on the ceiling. There were oohs and gasps26 and Ron said audibly, ‘Blimey!’
‘Lie back on the floor,’ said Firenze in his calm voice, ‘and observe the heavens. Here is written, for those who can see, the fortune of our races.’
Harry stretched out on his back and gazed upwards27 at the ceiling. A twinkling red star winked29 at him from overhead.
‘I know that you have learned the names of the planets and their moons in Astronomy,’ said Firenze's calm voice, ‘and that you have mapped the stars’ progress through the heavens. Centaurs have unravelled30 the mysteries of these movements over centuries. Our findings teach us that the future may be glimpsed in the sky above us—’
‘Professor Trelawney did astrology with us!’ said Parvati excitedly, raising her hand in front of her so that it stuck up in the air as she lay on her back. ‘Mars causes accidents and burns and things like that, and when it makes an angle to Saturn31, like now—’ she drew a right-angle in the air above her ‘—that means people need to be extra careful when handling hot things—’
‘That,’ said Firenze calmly, ‘is human nonsense.’
Parvati's hand fell limply to her side.
‘Trivial hurts, tiny human accidents,’ said Firenze, as his hooves thudded over the mossy floor. These are of no more significance than the scurryings of ants to the wide universe, and are unaffected by planetary movements.’
‘Professor Trelawney—’ began Parvati, in a hurt and indignant voice.
‘—is a human,’ said Firenze simply. ‘And is therefore blinkered and fettered32 by the limitations of your kind.’
Harry turned his head very slightly to look at Parvati. She looked very offended, as did several of the people surrounding her.
‘Sybill Trelawney may have Seen, I do not know,’ continued Firenze, and Harry heard the swishing of his tail again as he walked up and down before them, ‘but she wastes her time, in the main, on the self-flattering nonsense humans call fortune-telling. I, however, am here to explain the wisdom of centaurs, which is impersonal34 and impartial35. We watch the skies for the great tides of evil or change that are sometimes marked there. It may take ten years to be sure of what we are seeing.’
Firenze pointed36 to the red star directly above Harry.
‘In the past decade, the indications have been that wizardkind is living through nothing more than a brief calm between two wars. Mars, bringer of battle, shines brightly above us, suggesting that the fight must soon break out again. How soon, centaurs may attempt to divine by the burning of certain herbs and leaves, by the observation of fume37 and flame ...’
It was the most unusual lesson Harry had ever attended. They did indeed burn sage38 and mallowsweet there on the classroom floor, and Firenze told them to look for certain shapes and symbols in the pungent39 fumes40, but he seemed perfectly41 unconcerned that not one of them could see any of the signs he described, telling them that humans were hardly ever good at this, that it took centaurs years and years to become competent, and finished by telling them that it was foolish to put too much faith in such things, anyway, because even centaurs sometimes read them wrongly. He was nothing like any human teacher Harry had ever had. His priority did not seem to be to teach them what he knew, but rather to impress upon them that nothing, not even centaurs’ knowledge, was foolproof.
‘He's not very definite on anything, is he?’ said Ron in a low voice, as they put out their mallowsweet fire. ‘I mean, I could do with a few more details about this war we're about to have, couldn't you?’
The bell rang right outside the classroom door and everyone jumped; Harry had completely forgotten they were still inside the castle, and quite convinced that he was really in the Forest. The class filed out, looking slightly perplexed42.
Harry and Ron were on the point of following them when Firenze called, ‘Harry Potter, a word, please.’
Harry turned. The centaur advanced a little towards him. Ron hesitated.
‘You may stay,’ Firenze told him. ‘But close the door, please.’
Ron hastened to obey.
‘Harry Potter, you are a friend of Hagrid's, are you not?’ said the centaur.
‘Yes,’ said Harry.
‘Then give him a warning from me. His attempt is not working. He would do better to abandon it.’
‘His attempt is not working?’ Harry repeated blankly.
‘And he would do better to abandon it,’ said Firenze, nodding. ‘I would warn Hagrid myself, but I am banished—it would be unwise for me to go too near the Forest now— Hagrid has troubles enough, without a centaurs’ battle.’
‘But—what's Hagrid attempting to do?’ said Harry nervously43.
Firenze surveyed Harry impassively.
‘Hagrid has recently rendered me a great service,’ said Firenze, ‘and he has long since earned my respect for the care he shows all living creatures. I shall not betray his secret. But he must be brought to his senses. The attempt is not working. Tell him, Harry Potter. Good-day to you.’
The happiness Harry had felt in the aftermath of The Quibbler interview had long since evaporated. As a dull March blurred44 into a squally April, his life seemed to have become one long series of worries and problems again.
Umbridge had continued attending all Care of Magical Creatures lessons, so it had been very difficult to deliver Firenze's warning to Hagrid. At last, Harry had managed it by pretending he'd lost his copy of Fantastic Beasts and Where to Find Them, and doubling back after class one day. When he'd repeated Firenze's words, Hagrid gazed at him for a moment through his puffy, blackened eyes, apparently taken aback. Then he seemed to pull himself together.
‘Nice bloke, Firenze,’ he said gruffly ‘but he don’ know what he's talkin’ abou’ on this. The attemp's comin’ on fine.’
‘Hagrid, what're you up to?’ asked Harry seriously. ‘Because you've got to be careful, Umbridge has already sacked Trelawney and, if you ask me, she's on a roll. If you're doing anything you shouldn't be, you'll be—’
‘There's things more importan’ than keepin’ a job,’ said Hagrid. though his hands shook slightly as he said this and a basin full of Knarl droppings crashed to the floor. ‘Don’ worry abou’ me, Harry, jus’ get along now, there's a good lad.’
Harry had no choice but to leave Hagrid mopping up the dung all over his floor, but he felt thoroughly45 dispirited as he trudged46 back up to the castle.
Meanwhile, as the teachers and Hermione persisted in reminding them, the OWLs47 were drawing ever nearer. All the fifth-years were suffering from stress to some degree, but Hannah Abbott became the first to receive a Calming Draught48 from Madam Pomfrey after she burst into tears during Herbology and sobbed49 that she was too stupid to take exams and wanted to leave school now.
If it had not been for the DA lessons, Harry thought he would have been extremely unhappy. He sometimes felt he was living for the hours he spent in the Room of Requirement, working hard but thoroughly enjoying himself at the same time, swelling50 with pride as he looked around at his fellow DA members and saw how far they had come. Indeed, Harry sometimes wondered how Umbridge was going to react when all the members of the DA received ‘Outstanding’ in their Defence Against the Dark Arts OWLs.
They had finally started work on Patronuses, which everybody had been very keen to practise, though, as Harry kept reminding them, producing a Patronus in the middle of a brightly lit classroom when they were not under threat was very different from producing it when confronted by something like a Dementor.
‘Oh, don't be such a killjoy,’ said Cho brightly, watching her silvery swan-shaped Patronus soar around the Room of Requirement during their last lesson before Easter. They're so pretty!’
‘They're not supposed to be pretty, they're supposed to protect you,’ said Harry patiently. ‘What we really need is a boggart or something; that's how I learned, I had to conjure52 a Patronus while the boggart was pretending to be a Dementor—’
‘But that would be really scary!’ said Lavender, who was shooting puffs53 of silver vapour out of the end of her wand. ‘And I still—can't—do it!’ she added angrily.
Neville was having trouble, too. His face was screwed up in concentration, but only feeble wisps of silver smoke issued from his wand tip.
‘You've got to think of something happy,’ Harry reminded him.
‘I'm trying,’ said Neville miserably54, who was trying so hard his round face was actually shining with sweat.
‘Harry, I think I'm doing it!’ yelled Seamus, who had been brought along to his first ever DA meeting by Dean. ‘Look—ah—it's gone ... but it was definitely something hairy, Harry!’
Hermione's Patronus, a shining silver otter11, was gambolling55 around her.
‘They are sort of nice, aren't they?’ she said, looking at it fondly.
The door of the Room of Requirement opened, and closed. Harry looked round to see who had entered, but there did not seem to be anybody there. It was a few moments before he realised that the people close to the door had fallen silent. Next thing he knew, something was tugging56 at his robes somewhere near the knee. He looked down and saw, to his very great astonishment57, Dobby the house-elf peering up at him from beneath his usual eight woolly hats.
‘Hi, Dobby!’ he said. ‘What are you—What's wrong?’
The elf's eyes were wide with terror and he was shaking. The members of the DA closest to Harry had fallen silent; everybody in the room was watching Dobby. The few Patronuses people had managed to conjure faded away into silver mist, leaving the room looking much darker than before.
‘Harry Potter, sir ...’ squeaked58 the elf, trembling from head to foot, ‘Harry Potter, sir ... Dobby has come to warn you ... but the house-elves have been warned not to tell ...’
He ran head-first at the wall. Harry, who had some experience of Dobby s habits of self-punishment, made to seize him, but Dobby merely bounced off the stone, cushioned by his eight hats. Hermione and a few of the other girls let out squeaks59 of fear and sympathy.
‘What's happened, Dobby?’ Harry asked, grabbing the elf's tiny arm and holding him away from anything with which he might seek to hurt himself.
‘Harry Potter ... she ... she ...’
Dobby hit himself hard on the nose with his free fist. Harry seized that, too.
‘Who's “she", Dobby?’
But he thought he knew; surely only one ‘she’ could induce such fear in Dobby? The elf looked up at him, slightly cross-eyed, and mouthed wordlessly.
‘Umbridge?’ asked Harry, horrified60.
Dobby nodded, then tried to bang his head on Harry's knees. Harry held him at arm's length.
‘What about her? Dobby—she hasn't found out about this—about us—about the DA?’
He read the answer in the elf's stricken face. His hands held fast by Harry, the elf tried to kick himself and fell to the floor.
‘Is she coming?’ Harry asked quietly.
Dobby let out a howl, and began beating his bare feet hard on the floor.
‘Yes, Harry Potter, yes!’
Harry straightened up and looked around at the motionless, terrified people gazing at the thrashing elf.
‘WHAT ARE YOU WAITING FOR?’ Harry bellowed61. ‘RUN!’
They all pelted62 towards the exit at once, forming a scrum at the door, then people burst through. Harry could hear them sprinting63 along the corridors and hoped they had the sense not to try and make it all the way to their dormitories. It was only ten to nine; if they just took refuge in the library or the Owlery, which were both nearer—
‘Harry, come on!’ shrieked66 Hermione from the centre of the knot of people now fighting to get out.
He scooped67 up Dobby, who was still attempting to do himself serious injury, and ran with the elf in his arms to join the back of the queue.
‘Dobby—this is an order—get back down to the kitchen with the other elves and, if she asks you whether you warned me, lie and say no!’ said Harry. ‘And I forbid you to hurt yourself!’ he added, dropping the elf as he made it over the threshold at last and slammed the door behind him.
‘Thank you, Harry Potter!’ squeaked Dobby, and he streaked68 off. Harry glanced left and right, the others were all moving so fast he caught only glimpses of flying heels at either end of the corridor before they vanished; he started to run right; there was a boys’ bathroom up ahead, he could pretend he'd been in there all the time if he could just reach it—
‘AAARGH!
Something caught him around the ankles and he fell spectacularly, skidding70 along on his front for six feet before coming to a halt. Someone behind him was laughing. He rolled over on to his, back and saw Malfoy concealed71 in a niche72 beneath an ugly dragon-shaped vase.
‘Trip Jinx, Potter!’ he said. ‘Hey, Professor—PROFESSOR! I've got one!’
Umbridge came bustling73 round the far corner, breathless but wearing a delighted smile.
‘It's him!’ she said jubilantly at the sight of Harry on the floor, ‘Excellent, Draco, excellent, oh, very good—fifty points to Slytherin! I'll take him from here ... stand up, Potter!’
Harry got to his feet, glaring at the pair of them. He had never seen Umbridge looking so happy. She seized his arm in a vice-like grip and turned, beaming broadly, to Malfoy.
‘You hop64 along and see if you can round up any more of them, Draco,’ she said. ‘Tell the others to look in the library—anybody out of breath—check the bathrooms, Miss Parkinson can do the girls’ ones—off you go—and you,’ she added in her softest, most dangerous voice, as Malfoy walked away, ‘you can come with me to the Headmaster's office, Potter.’
They were at the stone gargoyle74 within minutes. Harry wondered how many of the others had been caught. He thought of Ron—Mrs. Weasley would kill him—and of how Hermione would feel if she was expelled before she could take her OWLs. And it had been Seamus's very first meeting ... and Neville had been getting so good ...
‘Fizzing Whizzbee,’ sang Umbridge; the stone gargoyle jumped aside, the wall behind split open, and they ascended75 the moving stone staircase. They reached the polished door with the griffin knocker, but Umbridge did not bother to knock, she strode straight inside, still holding tight to Harry.
The office was full of people. Dumbledore was sitting behind his desk, his expression serene76, the tips of his long fingers together. Professor McGonagall stood rigidly77 beside him, her face extremely tense. Cornelius Fudge, Minister for Magic, was rocking backwards78 and forwards on his toes beside the fire, apparently immensely pleased with the situation; Kingsley Shacklebolt and a tough-looking wizard with very short wiry hair whom Harry did not recognise, were positioned either side of the door like guards, and the freckled79, bespectacled form of Percy Weasley hovered80 excitedly beside the wall, a quill81 and a heavy scroll82 of parchment in his hands, apparently poised83 to take notes.
The portraits of old headmasters and headmistresses were not shamming84 sleep tonight. All of them were alert and serious, watching what was happening below them. As Harry entered, a few flitted into neighbouring frames and whispered urgently into their neighbour's ear.
Harry pulled himself free of Umbridge's grasp as the door swung shut behind them. Cornelius Fudge was glaring at him with a kind of vicious satisfaction on his face.
‘Well,’ he said. ‘Well, well, well ...’
Harry replied with the dirtiest look he could muster85. His heart drummed madly inside him, but his brain was oddly cool and clear.
‘He was heading back to Gryffindor Tower,’ said Umbridge. There was an indecent excitement in her voice, the same callous86 pleasure Harry had heard as she watched Professor Trelawney dissolving with misery87 in the Entrance Hall. ‘The Malfoy boy cornered him.’
‘Did he, did he?’ said Fudge appreciatively. ‘I must remember to tell Lucius. Well, Potter ... I expect you know why you are here?’
Harry fully6 intended to respond with a defiant88 ‘yes': his mouth had opened and the word was half-formed when he caught sight of Dumbledore's face. Dumbledore was not looking directly at Harry—his eyes were fixed89 on a point just over his shoulder—but as Harry stared at him, he shook his head a fraction of an inch to each side.
Harry changed direction mid-word.
‘Ye—no.’
‘I beg your pardon?’ said Fudge.
‘No,’ said Harry, firmly.
‘You don't know why you are here?’
‘No, I don't,’ said Harry.
Fudge looked incredulously from Harry to Professor Umbridge. Harry took advantage of his momentary90 inattention to steal another quick look at Dumbledore, who gave the carpet the tiniest of nods and the shadow of a wink28.
‘So you have no idea,’ said Fudge, in a voice positively91 sagging92 with sarcasm93, ‘why Professor Umbridge has brought you to this office? You are not aware that you have broken any school rules?’
‘School rules?’ said Harry. ‘No.’
‘Or Ministry94 Decrees?’ amended95 Fudge angrily.
‘Not that I'm aware of,’ said Harry blandly96.
His heart was still hammering very fast. It was almost worth telling these lies to watch Fudges blood pressure rising, but he could not see how on earth he would get away with them; if somebody had tipped off Umbridge about the DA then he, the leader, might as well be packing his trunk right now.
‘So, it's news to you, is it,’ said Fudge, his voice now thick with anger, ‘that an illegal student organisation97 has been discovered within this school?’
‘Yes, it is,’ said Harry, hoisting98 an unconvincing look of innocent surprise on to his face.
‘I think, Minister,’ said Umbridge silkily from beside him, ‘we might make better progress if I fetch our informant.’
‘Yes, yes, do,’ said Fudge, nodding, and he glanced maliciously99 at Dumbledore as Umbridge left the room. ‘There's nothing like a good witness, is there, Dumbledore?’
‘Nothing at all, Cornelius,’ said Dumbledore gravely, inclining his head.
There was a wait of several minutes, in which nobody looked at each other, then Harry heard the door open behind him. Umbridge moved past him into the room, gripping by the shoulder Cho's curly-haired friend, Marietta, who was hiding her face in her hands.
‘Don't be scared, dear, don't be frightened,’ said Professor Umbridge softly, patting her on the back, ‘it's quite all right, now. You have done the right thing. The Minister is very pleased with you. He'll be telling your mother what a good girl you've been. Marietta's mother, Minister,’ she added, looking up at Fudge, ‘is Madam Edgecombe from the Department of Magical Transportation, Floo Network office— she's been helping100 us police the Hogwart's fires, you know.’
‘Jolly good, jolly good!’ said Fudge heartily101. ‘Like mother, like daughter, eh? Well, come on, now, dear, look up, don't be shy, let's hear what you've got to—galloping gargoyles102!’
As Marietta raised her head, Fudge leapt backwards in shock, nearly landing himself in the fire. He cursed, and stamped on the hem33 of his cloak which had started to smoke. Marietta gave a wail103 and pulled the neck of her robes right up to her eyes, but not before everyone had seen that her face was horribly disfigured by a series of close-set purple pustules that had spread across her nose and cheeks to form the word ‘SNEAK'.
‘Never mind the spots now, dear,’ said Umbridge impatiently, ‘just take your robes away from your mouth and tell the Minister—’
But Marietta gave another muffled104 wail and shook her head frantically105.
‘Oh, very well, you silly girl, I'll tell him,’ snapped Umbridge. She hitched106 her sickly smile back on to her face and said, ‘Well, Minister, Miss Edgecombe here came to my office shortly after dinner this evening and told me she had something she wanted to tell me. She said that if I proceeded to a secret room on the seventh floor, sometimes known as the Room of Requirement, I would find out something to my advantage. I questioned her a little further and she admitted that there was to be some kind of meeting there. Unfortunately, at that point this hex,’ she waved impatiently at Marietta's concealed face, ‘came into operation and upon catching107 sight of her face in my mirror the girl became too distressed108 to tell me any more.’
‘Well, now,’ said Fudge, fixing Marietta with what he evidently imagined was a kind and fatherly look, ‘it is very brave of you, my dear, coming to tell Professor Umbridge. You did exactly the right thing. Now, will you tell me what happened at this meeting? What was its purpose? Who was there?’
But Marietta would not speak; she merely shook her head again, her eyes wide and fearful.
‘Haven't we got a counter-jinx for this?’ Fudge asked Umbridge impatiently, gesturing at Marietta's face. ‘So she can speak freely?’
‘I have not yet managed to find one,’ Umbridge admitted grudgingly109, and Harry felt a surge of pride in Hermione's jinxing ability ‘But it doesn't matter if she won't speak, I can take up the story from here.
‘You will remember, Minister, that I sent you a report back in October that Potter had met a number of fellow students in the Hog's Head in Hogsmeade—’
‘And what is your evidence for that?’ cut in Professor McGonagall.
‘I have testimony110 from Willy Widdershins, Minerva, who happened to be in the bar at the time. He was heavily bandaged, it is true, but his hearing was quite unimpaired,’ said Umbridge smugly. ‘He heard every word Potter said and hastened straight to the school to report to me—’
‘Oh, so that's why he wasn't prosecuted111 for setting up all those regurgitating toilets!’ said Professor McGonagall, raising her eyebrows112. ‘What an interesting insight into our justice system!’
‘Blatant corruption113!’ roared the portrait of the corpulent, red-nosed wizard on the wall behind Dumbledore's desk. ‘The Ministry did not cut deals with petty criminals in my day, no sir, they did not!’
‘Thank you, Fortescue, that will do,’ said Dumbledore softly.
‘The purpose of Potter's meeting with these students,’ continued Professor Umbridge, ‘was to persuade them to join an illegal society, whose aim was to learn spells and curses the Ministry has decided114 are inappropriate for school-age—’
‘I think you'll find you're wrong there, Dolores,’ said Dumbledore quietly, peering at her over the half-moon spectacles perched halfway115 down his crooked116 nose.
Harry stared at him. He could not see how Dumbledore was going to talk him out of this one; if Willy Widdershins had indeed heard every word he had said in the Hog's Head there was simply no escaping it.
‘Oho!’ said Fudge, bouncing up and down on the balls of his feet again. ‘Yes, do let's hear the latest cock-and-bull story designed to pull Potter out of trouble! Go on, then, Dumbledore, go on—’
‘Willy Widdershins was lying, was he? Or was it Potter's identical twin in the Hog's Head that day? Or is there the usual simple explanation involving a reversal of time, a dead man coming back to life and a couple of invisible dementors?’
Percy Weasley let out a hearty117 laugh.
‘Oh, very good, Minister, very good!’
Harry could have kicked him. Then he saw, to his astonishment, that Dumbledore was smiling gently, too.
‘Cornelius, I do not deny—and nor, I am sure, does Harry—that he was in the Hog's Head that day, nor that he was trying to recruit students to a Defence Against the Dark Arts group. I am merely pointing out that Dolores is quite wrong to suggest that such a group was, at that time, illegal. If you remember, the Ministry Decree banning all student societies was not put into effect until two days after Harry's Hogsmeade meeting, so he was not breaking any rules at all in the Hog's Head.’
Percy looked as though he had been struck in the face by something very heavy. Fudge remained motionless in mid-bounce, his mouth hanging open.
Umbridge recovered first.
‘That's all very fine, Headmaster,’ she said, smiling sweetly, ‘but we are now nearly six months on from the introduction of Educational Decree Number Twenty-four. If the first meeting was not illegal, all those that have happened since most certainly are.’
‘Well,’ said Dumbledore, surveying her with polite interest over the top of his interlocked fingers, ‘they certainly would be, if they had continued after the Decree came into effect. Do you have any evidence that any such meetings continued?’
As Dumbledore spoke118, Harry heard a rustle119 behind him and rather thought Kingsley whispered something. He could have sworn, too, that he felt something brush against his side, a gentle something like a draught or bird wings, but looking down he saw nothing there.
‘Evidence?’ repeated Umbridge, with that horrible wide toad-like smile. ‘Have you not been listening, Dumbledore? Why do you think Miss Edgecombe is here?’
‘Oh, can she tell us about six months’ worth of meetings?’ said Dumbledore, raising his eyebrows. ‘I was under the impression that she was merely reporting a meeting tonight.’
‘Miss Edgecombe,’ said Umbridge at once, ‘tell us how long these meetings have been going on, dear. You can simply nod or shake your head, I'm sure that won't make the spots worse. Have they been happening regularly over the last six months?’
Harry felt a horrible plummeting120 in his stomach. This was it, they had hit a dead end of solid evidence that not even Dumbledore would be able to shift aside.
‘Just nod or shake your head, dear,’ Umbridge said coaxingly121 to Marietta, ‘come on, now, that won't re-activate the jinx.’
Everyone in the room was gazing at the top of Marietta's face. Only her eyes were visible between the pulled-up robes and her curly fringe. Perhaps it was a trick of the firelight, but her eyes looked oddly blank. And then—to Harry's utter amazement—Marietta shook her head.
Umbridge looked quickly at Fudge, then back at Marietta.
‘I don't think you understood the question, did you, dear? I'm asking whether you've been going to these meetings for the past six months? You have, haven't you?’
Again, Marietta shook her head.
‘What do you mean by shaking your head, dear?’ said Umbridge in a testy122 voice.
‘I would have thought her meaning was quite clear,’ said Professor McGonagall harshly, ‘there have been no secret meetings for the past six months. Is that correct, Miss Edgecombe?’
Marietta nodded.
‘But there was a meeting tonight!’ said Umbridge furiously. ‘There was a meeting, Miss Edgecombe, you told me about it, in the Room of Requirement! And Potter was the leader, was he not, Potter organised it, Potter—why are you shaking your head, girl?’
‘Well, usually when a person shakes their head,’ said McGonagall coldly, ‘they mean “no". So unless Miss Edgecombe is using a form of sign-language as yet unknown to humans—’
Professor Umbridge seized Marietta, pulled her round to face her and began shaking her very hard. A split second later Dumbledore was on his feet, his wand raised; Kingsley started forwards and Umbridge leapt back from Marietta, waving her hands in the air as though they had been burned.
‘I cannot allow you to manhandle my students, Dolores,’ said Dumbledore and, for the first time, he looked angry.
‘You want to calm yourself, Madam Umbridge,’ said Kingsley, in his deep, slow voice. ‘You don't want to get yourself into trouble, now.’
‘No,’ said Umbridge breathlessly, glancing up at the towering figure of Kingsley. ‘I mean, yes—you're right, Shacklebolt—I—I forgot myself.’
Marietta was standing51 exactly where Umbridge had released her. She seemed neither perturbed123 by Umbridge's sudden attack, nor relieved by her release; she was still clutching her robe up to her oddly blank eyes and staring straight ahead of her.
A sudden suspicion, connected to Kingsley's whisper and the thing he had felt shoot past him, sprang into Harry's mind.
‘Dolores,’ said Fudge, with the air of trying to settle something once and for all, ‘the meeting tonight—the one we know definitely happened—’
‘Yes,’ said Umbridge, pulling herself together, ‘yes ... well, Miss Edgecombe tipped me off and I proceeded at once to the seventh floor, accompanied by certain trustworthy students, so as to catch those in the meeting red-handed. It appears that they were forewarned of my arrival, however, because when we reached the seventh floor they were running in every direction. It does not matter, however. I have all their names here, Miss Parkinson ran into the Room of Requirement for me to see if they had left anything behind. We needed evidence and the room provided.’
And to Harry's horror, she withdrew from her pocket the list of names that had been pinned upon the Room of Requirement's wall and handed it to Fudge.
‘The moment I saw Potter's name on the list, I knew what we were dealing124 with,’ she said softly.
‘Excellent,’ said Fudge, a smile spreading across his face, ‘excellent, Dolores. And ... by thunder ...’
He looked up at Dumbledore, who was still standing beside Marietta, his wand held loosely in his hand.
‘See what they've named themselves?’ said Fudge quietly. ‘Dumbledore's Army.’
Dumbledore reached out and took the piece of parchment from Fudge. He gazed at the heading scribbled125 by Hermione months before and for a moment seemed unable to speak. Then he looked up, smiling.
‘Well, the game is up,’ he said simply. ‘Would you like a written confession126 from me, Cornelius —or will a statement before these witnesses suffice?’
Harry saw McGonagall and Kingsley look at each other. There was fear in both faces. He did not understand what was going on, and nor, apparently, did Fudge.
‘Statement?’ said Fudge slowly. ‘What—I don't—?’
‘Dumbledore's Army, Cornelius,’ said Dumbledore, still smiling as he waved the list of names before Fudge's face. ‘Not Potter's Army. Dumbledore's Army.’
‘But—but—’
Understanding blazed suddenly in Fudge's face. He took a horrified step backwards, yelped127, and jumped out of the fire again.
‘You?’ he whispered, stamping again on his smouldering cloak.
‘That's right,’ said Dumbledore pleasantly.
‘You organised this?’
‘I did,’ said Dumbledore.
‘You recruited these students for—for your army?’
‘Tonight was supposed to be the first meeting,’ said Dumbledore, nodding. ‘Merely to see whether they would be interested in joining me. I see now that it was a mistake to invite Miss Edgecombe, of course.’
Marietta nodded. Fudge looked from her to Dumbledore, his chest swelling.
‘Then you have been plotting against me!’ he yelled.
‘That's right,’ said Dumbledore cheerfully.
‘NO!’ shouted Harry.
Kingsley flashed a look of warning at him, McGonagall widened her eyes threateningly, but it had suddenly dawned on Harry what Dumbledore was about to do, and he could not let it happen.
‘No—Professor Dumbledore—!’
‘Be quiet, Harry, or I am afraid you will have to leave my office,’ said Dumbledore calmly.
‘Yes, shut up, Potter!’ barked Fudge, who was still ogling128 Dumbledore with a kind of horrified delight. ‘Well, well, well—I came here tonight expecting to expel Potter and instead—’
‘Instead you get to arrest me,’ said Dumbledore, smiling. ‘It's like losing a Knut and finding a Galleon129, isn't it?’
‘Weasley!’ cried Fudge, now positively quivering with delight, ‘Weasley, have you written it all down, everything he's said, his confession, have you got it?’
‘Yes, sir, I think so, sir!’ said Percy eagerly, whose nose was splattered with ink from the speed of his note-taking.
‘The bit about how he's been trying to build up an army against the Ministry, how he's been working to destabilise me?’
‘Yes, sir, I've got it, yes!’ said Percy, scanning his notes joyfully130.
‘Very well, then,’ said Fudge, now radiant with glee, ‘duplicate your notes, Weasley, and send a copy to the Daily Prophet at once. If we send a fast owl21 we should make the morning edition!’ Percy dashed from the room, slamming the door behind him, and Fudge turned back to Dumbledore. ‘You will now be escorted back to the Ministry, where you will be formally charged, then sent to Azkaban to await trial!’
‘Ah,’ said Dumbledore gently, ‘yes. Yes, I thought we might hit that little snag.’
‘Snag?’ said Fudge, his voice still vibrating with joy. ‘I see no snag, Dumbledore!’
Well,’ said Dumbledore apologetically, ‘I'm afraid I do.’
‘Oh, really?’
Well—it's just that you seem to be labouring under the delusion131 that I am going to—what is the phrase?—come quietly.I am afraid I am not going to come quietly at all, Cornelius. I have absolutely no intention of being sent to Azkaban. I could break out, of course—but what a waste of time, and frankly132, I can think of a whole host of things I would rather be doing.’
Umbridge's face was growing steadily133 redder; she looked as though she was being filled with boiling water. Fudge stared at Dumbledore with a very silly expression on his face, as though he had just been stunned by a sudden blow and could not quite believe it had happened. He made a small choking noise, then looked round at Kingsley and the man with short grey hair, who alone of everyone in the room had remained entirely134 silent so far. The latter gave Fudge a reassuring135 nod and moved forwards a little, away from the wall. Harry saw his hand drift, almost casually136, towards his pocket.
‘Don't be silly, Dawlish,’ said Dumbledore kindly. ‘I'm sure you are an excellent Auror—I seem to remember that you achieved “Outstanding” in all your NEWTs—but if you attempt to—er—bring me in by force, I will have to hurt you.’
The man called Dawlish blinked rather foolishly. He looked towards Fudge again, but this time seemed to be hoping for a clue as to what to do next.
‘So,’ sneered137 Fudge, recovering himself, ‘you intend to take on Dawlish, Shacklebolt, Dolores and myself single-handed, do you, Dumbledore?’
‘Merlin's beard, no,’ said Dumbledore, smiling, ‘not unless you are foolish enough to force me to.’
‘He will not be single-handed!’ said Professor McGonagall loudly, plunging138 her hand inside her robes.
‘Oh yes he will, Minerva!’ said Dumbledore sharply. ‘Hogwarts needs you!’
‘Enough of this rubbish!’ said Fudge, pulling out his own wand. ‘Dawlish! Shacklebolt! Take him!’
A streak69 of silver light flashed around the room; there was a bang like a gunshot and the floor trembled; a hand grabbed the scruff of Harry's neck and forced him down on the floor as a second silver flash went off; several of the portraits yelled, Fawkes screeched139 and a cloud of dust filled the air. Coughing in the dust, Harry saw a dark figure fall to the ground with a crash in front of him; there was a shriek65 and a thud and somebody cried, ‘No!'; then there was the sound of breaking glass, frantically scuffling footsteps, a groan140 ... and silence.
Harry struggled around to see who was half-strangling him and saw Professor McGonagall crouched141 beside him; she had forced both him and Marietta out of harm's way. Dust was still floating gently down through the air on to them. Panting slightly, Harry saw a very tall figure moving towards them.
‘Are you all right?’ Dumbledore asked.
‘Yes!’ said Professor McGonagall, getting up and dragging Harry and Marietta with her.
The dust was clearing. The wreckage142 of the office loomed143 into view: Dumbledore's desk had been overturned, all of the spindly tables had been knocked to the floor, their silver instruments in pieces. Fudge, Umbridge, Kingsley and Dawlish lay motionless on the floor. Fawkes the phoenix144 soared in wide circles above them, singing softly.
‘Unfortunately, I had to hex Kingsley too, or it would have looked very suspicious,’ said Dumbledore in a low voice. ‘He was remarkably145 quick on the uptake, modifying Miss Edgecombe's memory like that while everyone was looking the other way— thank him, for me, won't you, Minerva?
‘Now, they will all awake very soon and it will be best if they do not know that we had time to communicate—you must act as though no time has passed, as though they were merely knocked to the ground, they will not remember—’
‘Where will you go, Dumbledore?’ whispered Professor McGonagall. ‘Grimmauld Place?’
‘Oh no,’ said Dumbledore, with a grim smile, ‘I am not leaving to go into hiding. Fudge will soon wish he'd never dislodged me from Hogwarts, I promise you.’
‘Professor Dumbledore ...’ Harry began.
He did not know what to say first: how sorry he was that he had started the DA in the first place and caused all this trouble, or how terrible he felt that Dumbledore was leaving to save him from expulsion? But Dumbledore cut him off before he could say another word.
‘Listen to me, Harry,’ he said urgently. ‘You must study Occlumency as hard as you can, do you understand me? Do everything Professor Snape tells you and practise it particularly every night before sleeping so that you can close your mind to bad dreams—you will understand why soon enough, but you must promise me—’
The man called Dawlish was stirring. Dumbledore seized Harry's wrist.
‘Remember—close your mind—’
But as Dumbledore's fingers closed over Harry's skin, a pain shot through the scar on his forehead and he felt again that terrible, snakelike longing146 to strike Dumbledore, to bite him, to hurt him—
‘—you will understand,’ whispered Dumbledore.
Fawkes circled the office and swooped147 low over him. Dumbledore released Harry, raised his hand and grasped the phoenix's long golden tail. There was a flash of fire and the pair of them were gone.
‘Where is he?’ yelled Fudge, pushing himself up from the floor. ‘Where is he?’
‘I don't know!’ shouted Kingsley, also leaping to his feet.
‘Well, he can't have Disapparated!’ cried Umbridge. ‘You can't do it from inside this school— ’
‘The stairs!’ cried Dawlish, and he flung himself upon the door, wrenched148 it open and disappeared, followed closely by Kingsley and Umbridge. Fudge hesitated, then got slowly to his feet, brushing dust from his front. There was a long and painful silence.
‘Well, Minerva,’ said Fudge nastily, straightening his torn shirtsleeve, ‘I'm afraid this is the end of your friend Dumbledore.’
‘You think so, do you?’ said Professor McGonagall scornfully.
Fudge seemed not to hear her. He was looking around at the wrecked149 office. A few of the portraits hissed150 at him; one or two even made rude hand gestures.
‘You'd better get those two off to bed,’ said Fudge, looking back at Professor McGonagall with a dismissive nod towards Harry and Marietta.
Professor McGonagall said nothing, but marched Harry and Marietta to the door. As it swung closed behind them, Harry heard Phineas Nigellus's voice.
‘You know, Minister, I disagree with Dumbledore on many counts ... but you cannot deny he's got style ...’
“Til和我打赌说你现在一定后悔放弃了占卜学，对吧，荷米恩？”帕维蒂笑嘻嘻的问道。
这是在特劳妮教授离职两天后的早餐时间，帕维蒂正在用她的魔杖卷着她的睫毛，并且在汤匙背面的影像里检视结果。这个早晨是他们第一回上法兰兹的占卜学课。
“不见得吧？”荷米恩一边读预言家日报，一边漠不关心说，“我可从来没有真正的喜欢过马。”
她翻过一页报纸，并审阅着上面的专栏。
“他不是马，他是半人马！”拉文德惊讶的叫。
“是一个多么美丽的半人马呵！”帕维蒂叹息着。
“无论如何，他总是有四条腿的。”荷米恩冷酷的说“我本来还以为你们两个会为了特劳妮教授的离开而感到心烦意乱呢？”
“我们的确是很难过。”拉文德强调，“我们去了她的办公室，并且为她带了些美丽黄水仙─不是那些?芽教授那些会发出喇叭声的，是正常的。”
“她还好吧？”哈利问。
“不很好，”拉文德同情的说，“她一边哭一边说，她宁愿离开这里，也不愿意待在有温布瑞姬的地方。我一点也不怪她，必竟温布瑞姬对她来说真的是很可怕，你们说不是吗？”
“我觉得温布瑞姬的恐怖才刚刚开始呢！”荷米恩阴沉的说。
“不可能的，”罗恩刚刚吞进一大口的培根和蛋，“她不可能变得比原来更糟了··”
“你记住我说的话吧，她一定会报复丹伯多没有和她商量就指派一位新老师的。”荷米恩一边说一边合上报纸，”特别是一位半人的教授，在看见她看到法兰兹时的脸色就该知道了。”
早餐后荷米恩去上了她的算术预测学课，而罗恩和哈利则随着帕维蒂和拉文德来到了门廊准备上占卜学。
“我们不去北塔吗？”罗恩在帕维蒂绕过大理石梯时困惑的问。
帕维蒂撇过头，从她的肩上轻蔑的望着罗恩。
“你觉得法兰兹要怎么爬上楼梯呢？我们现在是要到第11号教室上课，这昨天早就公布在公布栏上了。”
第11号教室位在一楼由门廊通往另一面的大厅的走道边上，在哈利的记忆里，这是那些很少被使用的教室之一，感觉上就像是容易让人忽略的壁橱或是储藏室。在尾随罗恩进入教室之后，哈利发现自己站在一块森林空地的正中央，不禁愣住了。
“这是？”哈利问着。
这间教室的地板上全是潮湿的青苔跟从地面上长出来的树，这些树茂盛的枝叶满布在天花板和窗户上，使得室内充满了由枝叶间斜射进来斑驳柔和的绿光。
已经进来的同学都看起来有点紧张，他们坐在泥土地上，把背靠着树干或是石块，并且将手臂环住膝盖或是紧紧得抱在胸前。法兰兹就站那块空地的正中央。
“哈利．波特”他一边说，一边在哈利进来时伸出手。
“呃—嗨”哈利和这位半人马握手，而法兰兹正透过他那双蓝得不可思议的眼睛，一眨也不眨的审视着哈利，脸上一丝笑容也没有。“真高兴见到你。”
“嗯··你”这位有着亚麻色头发的半人马，微倾着头说“在预言里说，我们会再次面的。”
哈利注意到，在法兰兹的胸口上有一块蹄形的瘀青。当哈利走向他的同学的时候，发现他们都用一种敬畏的眼神看着他，很显然是因为他们对他和法兰兹的友好印象深刻，因为法兰兹在他们眼里看起来，是很令人害怕的。
当教室的门关上，而最后一个进入的同学也在字纸篓旁边的一个树椿上坐下之后，法兰兹对着所有的人做了一个手势。
“谢谢丹伯多亲切的为我们安排了这间教室”法兰兹在所有的人就坐之后，开口道“依照我的习惯，我是比较喜欢在禁忌森林里头为你们上课的，一直到星期一为止，那里都是我的家，但是这以后是再也不可能的了。”
“教授”帕维蒂举起她的手，屏息地说”为什么不呢？我们曾和哈格力到过那里，我们一点也不害怕。”
“这与你们的勇气无关，”法兰兹说“而是和我的立场有关，我再也不能回到禁忌森森了，因为我已经被我的族人放逐了。”
“族人？”拉文德困惑的说，而哈利知道那个时她正想到乳牛。”什么…·哦··”
她脸上露出理解的表情，吃惊的说“你是说还有更多跟你一样的人？”
“那是不是哈格力把你养大的呢？就像他养大Thestrals一样？”汀热切的问。
法兰兹以很缓慢的速度转过头来看汀，而汀立刻就明白自己问了一个非常不礼貌的问题。“我只是…我是说…真的很抱歉··”他以极低的声音把话说完。
“半人马并不是人类的仆人或是玩物。”法兰兹平静的说。四周突然安静了下来，接着帕维蒂又举起了她的手。
“教授，可以请问为什么你的族人会放逐你吗？”
“因为我答应丹伯多接下这个工作，”法兰兹表示，”而他们视这为对我们族人的一种背叛。”
哈利想起在将近四年以前，当法兰兹让他骑在他的背上，并把他送到安全的地方的时候，法兰兹的族人班（Bane，祸根之意）曾对着法兰兹大吼，并且说法兰兹是“一只粗鄙的骡”。他很想知道，到底是不是班在法兰兹的胸口踢了那一脚。
“让我们开始吧，”法兰兹说，他嗖嗖的挥动他有着淡黄色?毛的尾巴，并且对着头上的树叶顶蓬抬起了他的头，接着再慢慢的把头垂下来，就在他这样做时候，房间里的光线变得更加地昏暗了，使得他们现在看起来好象是坐在曙光中森林里的空地上一样，在这同时，在天花板上出现了星星。教室里充满了惊叹声和喘气声，罗恩用一种大家都听得到音量叹息，“天啊！”
“躺在地上”，法兰兹用一平静的语调说，“观察天空，对那些有能力看到的人来说，这里写着我们命运的祸福。”
哈利将整个背贴在地板上躺着，并且凝视着天花板。一颗闪烁的红色星星正在他头顶上对着他眨眼。
“我知道你们在上天文课时，学过这些行星和他们卫星的名字，”法兰兹沉静地说，“也曾描绘出星体在天空中的运行。半人马在好几个世纪之前就解开了这些星体运动之谜。我们的发现告诉我们，我们可以在我们头顶上的天空， 窥见我们的未来··” “特劳妮教授曾教导过我们占星学，”帕维蒂兴奋的举手说，她躺在地上并在空中伸直她的手，“火星会导致意外或毁灭或者是这一类的事情，而像现在，当它和土星成某一个角度时，”她在她的头上画了一个直角，“这表示人们在处理热的东西时要格外的小心··”
“这些，”法兰兹沉静的说，“都是人们的胡说八道。”
帕维蒂的手无力垂到自己的身边。
“轻微的伤害和细微的意外事故”法兰兹一边说，一边在潮湿的地板上碰碰地跺脚，“这些仅仅会使蚂蚁匆匆忙忙的搬到屋子外头去，并不会影向天体的运行。”
“但是特劳妮教授··”帕维蒂用一种受伤而且愤怒的声音说。
“只是一个人，”法兰兹简单说。“而且是一个被你们种族的限制弄得目光偏陕和绑手绑脚的人。”
哈利轻轻的转过头去看帕维蒂，她和她周围的几个人看起都被触怒了。
“特劳妮教授可能看见了些什么，但是我并不知道，”法兰兹继续说，当他在他们而前走来走去时，哈利听到他尾巴摇摆发出的嗖嗖声，“但是基本上，她浪费了太多时间在一些人类称做为算命的无意义自我阿谀上头。然而，我想在这里阐述的是半人马的智能，是非常客观和公正的。我们观看天空，并寻找有时会显示在那里巨大邪恶或转变的浪潮的象征，但是想要确定我们所看见的可能需要花上十年的时间。”
法兰兹指指哈利正上方的那颗红色星星。
“在过去的十年里，天空里的征兆仅仅表示了巫师们正处在两次战争中的短暂平静里，但是，代表战争的火星，灿烂的在我们头顶闪烁，暗示了战火将在不久后再度燃起。到底有多快呢？我们半人马企图利用观察燃烧某些草本植物和树叶的烧和火焰来预言。”
这是哈利上过最不寻常的课。他们并没有确实的在教室地板上燃烧哲人草和甜锦葵（sage and mallowsweet），法兰兹只是告诉他们关于这些辛辣的烟的某些形状和所代表的象征意义，但是他看起来一点也不意他们之中是不是有人可以看见他所描述的征兆，而只是告诉他们人类对这个领域一向就很不擅长，半人马花了很多年在这个领域有了充分的能力，并且告诫人类不要过度相信这样的事情，因为即使是半人马，对这些讯息的解读有时也是错误的。 他并不像任何一个哈利过去所遇见的人类老师一样，把教导他们放在第一位，反而是想要告诉他们，没有任何事情，即使是半人马的知识，是安全无比的 “他对任何事情都说的不是很明确，对吧？”罗恩一边低声说，一边熄灭他们的甜锦葵火焰。“我是指，我需要一些关于我们即将面对的战争的细节，你也想知道吧？”
这时候下课钟响了，大家都跳了起来。哈利已经完全忘了他们还在城堡里，并确信他正处在森林里。所有的人排成一队前进，并且看起来有些茫然不知所措。
就在当哈利和罗恩要跟着他们排队前进的时候，法兰兹叫道“哈利波特，我有些话要跟你说。”
哈利转过身来，半人马就站在他前面一点的地方，罗恩犹豫着要不要留下来。
“你可以留下。”法兰兹告诉罗恩。“但是请把门关上。”罗恩听从法兰兹的指示，很快的走过去把门关上。
“哈利波特，你有个叫哈格力的朋友，对吗？”半人马说。
“是的。”哈利回答。
“那请你帮我带一个警告给他。他所企图尝试的是不可行的，他必需更努力的去中止它。”
“他所企图尝试的是不可行的。”哈利茫然的覆述着。
“他必需更努力的去中止它。”法兰兹一边点头一边说，“我本来应该亲自去警告他的，但是我被放逐了，对我来说现在接近禁忌林是很不明智的。就算没有和半人马的争斗，哈格力的麻烦也已经够多了。”
“但是，什么是哈格力所企图尝试去做的事呢？”哈利焦虑的问。
法兰兹不带感情的俯视着哈利。
“哈格力最近帮了我一个大忙，”法兰兹说，“而他已经以他对所有生物的关心，赢得我尊敬很久了。我不该出卖他的秘密的，但是他必需要知道，他所企图尝试的是不可行的。哈利波特，请你转告他。日安。”
在The Quibbler interview事件后哈利所感觉到的愉悦，已经消失很久了。随着晦暗的三月进入了风波不断的四月，他的生活又再度陷入一长串的焦虑和麻烦之中。
温布瑞姬继续参与了所有的么法生物照料的课程，这使得哈利想要转告哈格力关于法兰兹的警告变得相当困难。最后，哈利只好在某一天上课时，假装忘记带走他的“珍奇异兽与其出没地点”的讲义，并在下课之后再次回到哈格力那里。当他转告哈格力法兰兹的警告时，哈格力用他硕大的黑眼瞪视着哈利，很明显地，哈格力为此感到震惊。接着，他努力地让自己恢复镇定。
“法兰兹，好小子，”他生硬的说，“在这件事情上，他不明白自己在说些什么。我，我所尝试的事情已经越来越好了。”
“哈格力，你到想做什么？”哈利严肃的问。“你必须要小心点，温布瑞姬己经开除了特劳妮教授。如果你问我的意见，我认为她还在进行着同样的事情。如果你正在做一些你不该做的事，那么你将会…”
“有些事比保有一个工作更加的重要！”哈格力一边说一边轻轻地挥舞着他的手，一个装满木节（Knarl）的脸盆掉到地上，并发出很大的噪音。“别担心我，哈利。你只管好好的过活，你真是个好孩子··”
哈利别无选择，只好离开正在用拖把清理地上粪便的哈格力，但是当他步履艰难地回到城堡后，他觉得非常的沮丧。
在此同时，所有的老师和荷米恩也不断的提醒他们，普通级别巫师检定是越来越接近了。所有的五年级学生都感受到了某种程度的压力。就在汉娜在魔药学上突然放声大哭，并且哽咽的哭诉说她太笨了，一定无法通过考试，并且希望现在立即离开学校之后，她成为了第一个由Pomfrey女士那里拿到镇定药水的人。
如果没有黑魔法防御社（DA）的课程，哈利想自己一定是极端不快乐的。他有的时候会认为自己仅仅是为了在需要之屋的那几个小时而活，在那里他辛苦的工作着，同时完全享受着自己的工作，而且每当他看见环绕在自己身边的黑魔法防御社成员和他们的进步时，他便倍感骄傲。其实，哈利一直很想知道，当所有黑魔法防御社的成员在黑魔法防御的普通级别巫师检定蹄表现杰出时，温布瑞姬会有什么样的反应。
他们最后终于开始学习大家都很期待的护法咒（Patronuses），而期间哈利一直不断的提醒他们，在一个明亮的教室里面召唤护法和在面对像摄魂怪这样的东西时召唤是是有很大的不同的。
“哦，别那么扫兴嘛！”在他们复活节前的最后一堂课上，秋一边看着她的天鹅形护法绕着需要之屋满室飞舞，一边爽朗的说道。
“他们真是美丽！”
“重要是他们能够保护你，而不是他们美不美丽。”，哈利耐心地说。“我想我们需要一只变形怪（Boggart），这就是我学习护法咒时所使用的方法。我曾经在变形怪假扮成一只摄魂怪时，召唤过我的护法。”
“但是这会引起恐慌的！”拉文德说，她正从她的魔杖顶端射出一阵阵银色的烟雾。“而我仍然没有办法—成功的—召唤。”她生气的补充着。
耐威一样遭遇到了困难，他的脸皱成了一团，但是只有一缕微弱的银色烟雾从他的魔杖顶端冒出来。
“你必需想一些让自己快乐的事！”哈利提醒他。
“我正在努力啊！”耐威悲惨说，而他的圆脸上已经沾满了闪闪发光的汗水。
“哈利，我想我成功了！”西米斯（Seamus）高兴地着，他是第一次和汀一起来参加黑魔法防御社的聚会的。“你看—-噢—-他消失了。很明显的，他是一个毛茸茸的东西，哈利！”
荷米恩的护法是一只正绕着她跳跃的银色水濑。
“他们看起来都是很美好的，不是吗？”她温柔地看着她的护法。
需要之屋的门突然打开又?上了。哈利四处张望，想看看到底是谁进来了，但是并没有任何人在那里。一会儿后，在他反应过来之前，所有门边的人都沉默了下来，接着，他发现有人在用力拉扯他膝盖附近的长袍。他往下一看，吃惊的发现家用小精灵多比，正从他平常戴的八顶羊毛帽子下凝视着他。
“你好，多比”，哈利说，“你怎么—-发生什么事了？”
这个家用精灵张大了眼睛，并且不断的发抖。所有的黑魔法防御社的成员向哈利靠拢过来，并且安静了下来，所有的人都看着多比。少数成功召唤护法的人，让他们的护法变成银色的薄雾消失后，让整个房间看起来比原来更昏暗了。
“哈利波特先生”从头到脚都在发抖的小精灵，吱吱的说，“哈利波特先生，多比是来警告你的，但是所有的家用精灵都被警告不许说的。
他把头向着墙冲过去。哈利对于多比的自我惩罚性行为早有经验，尝试着想要抓住他，多比在他戴的那八顶帽子的缓冲下，只是被石墙弹了回来。荷米恩和其它的一些女孩子发出了害怕和同情的尖叫。
“到底发生了什么事，多比？”哈利紧紧地地的抓住小精灵瘦弱的手臂，并让他远离所有他可能会拿来伤害自己的东西。
“哈利波特，她··她…·”多比用那只可以自由活动的手，握拳用力打自己的鼻子。哈利马上也紧紧抓住他的那只手。
“她是谁，多比？”
但是哈利马上就明白了，因为只有一个“她”可以让多比如此的害怕。小精灵无语的抬起头来，微微地斜枧着他。
“温布瑞姬？”哈利惊恐的问
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corruption
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longing
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