Just an idea. Anything recognisable doesn't belong to me.. lets see how this goes! :D

'So, according to you, Cedric Diggory dropped dead of his own accord, did he?' Harry asked, his voice shaking.

There was a collective intake of breath from the class, for none of them, apart from Ron and Hermionie, had ever heard Harry talk about what had happened on the night Cedric had died. They stared avidly from Harry to Professor Umbrige, who had raised her eyes and was staring at him without a trace of a fake smile on her face.

'Cedric Diggory's death was a tragic accident,' she said coldly.

Harry couldn't believe it. She was actually denying what had happened that night. He knew the Ministry would attempt to cover up Voldemort, but denying it in the face of the one other person that came back alive? And in front of everyone that would know he was telling the truth?

'Your birth was a tragic accident,' Harry said, poker face on. He wasn't at all nervous about what would happen. Somebody needed to straighten this woman out sometime, so he decided to start now.

As predicted by Harry, the class yet again gasped at his comment. Also according to a sketchy plan made in seconds, Umbridge started shaking in rage.

'Excuse me?' she hissed, eyes burning with hatred at the lounging boy in front of her.

Harry shrugged, 'oh, you're not excused. You may sit down now. Unless I need to make you?'

To the class' surprise, Umbrige was so dumbfounded at a student disobeying so blatantly she turned around to her desk and stiffly sat down. Both teacher and student stared at each other in complete silence before Hermionie awkwardly suggested they started reading. A murmured agreement swept across the still surprised classroom as everyone set back to work. Except for Harry.

'Dobby!' he shouted randomly, making the whole class jump from the unexpected outburst. Seconds later, the class jumped again as a loud crack resonated through the room.

'Noodles, sir?' the small elf asked his master fervently, seconds away from disapparating to the kitchens.

'Yeah. And make them Mr. Noodles. They're the best,' Harry said, patting Dobby's head before the elf apparated away. Moments later the elf came back with a steaming bowl of noodles.

'Chopsticks, sir?' Dobby asked, holding out two purple chopsticks.

'What are noodles without chopsticks?' Harry questioned to the class, 'wait, don't answer that. I don't care.'

I frikken love noodles.