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The clacking of her heels fill up the hallways as she makes her round. What was miserable for the students of Hogwarts was her wildest dreams. Right now, at this moment, they couldn't see the good that she was doing here, that later in life they would be thanking her. But all children were like that, blinded by their own self-importance and arrogance to realize that the adults were only trying to help. Which was why Dolores Jane Umbridge how to find this 'Dumbledore's Army' and end it. To destroy it. There was no need for this resistance against the Dark Lord since he was already defeated.
The boy's claim- The Boy Who Lies- of Lord Voldemort coming back was a cover up. He had actually killed Cedric Diggory in a fit of jealousy, and when he realized what he had done he came up with the lie that the Lord Voldemort's returned. Which was nonsense, nobody could come back from the dead. Not even the darkest of wizards. Harry Potter should be a retrial for his crimes and to be sent to Azkaban. The price of fame had finally gotten into the poor boy's mind, and he desperately wanted to keep it.
She would put a stop to all this foolishness, once in for all. Harry Potter will regret the day he started to tell lies.
Clack. Clack. Clack.
