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Chapter Twelve: The mystery of the teacher

Harry and Hermione where having breakfast when they saw Ron coming. He looked terrible.

"Hey! Where've you been?" Harry asked once he had sat.

"Ask me something. Anything. I need to know the spell's over."

"Ok." He thought for a while and then he asked. "What's the color of our uniform?"

"Green." Ron replied. "It worked! It's not green."

"Congratulations, Ronald." Hermione said coldly.

The other didn't care, because he began to talk about his odyssey of the night before.

"I was planning to return to the common room, but I didn't know if the spell was over yet and I didn't want to come across anyone, if you know what I mean."

"That should teach you to arrive on time." The woman commented.

"Well, maybe if you wouldn't give Snape your potion…" the man, starting to get angry replied.

"What was I supposed to do?"

"Hey! What do we have now?" Harry asked so that his friends would change the subject.

"Defense against the black arts." Hermione answered. "Do you know who's teaching it? I mean… We had like 7 teachers, right? I wonder who is the one called by Dumbledore…"

"I saw Mad Eye… But that was just on our first day. I haven't seen him since then. But I haven't seen none of the others either." The red haired commented.

"Well… I think we can assume that Quirel isn't coming, right? He died on our first year here…" Harry said.

"Died? C'mon! You killed him, Harry! I know, I know, he was working for Voldemort and all that staff…. I also think that Snape is out too, he's already teaching Potions."

"You're right, Ron. So, that means that we'll be having classes with Lupin or Mad Eye."

"I hope it's Lupin! Mad Eye is a bit scary…"

They laughed. Mad Eye was, indeed, a bit scary.

"I think you're forgetting about someone." Hermione added.

Her two friends looked at her, not knowing who she was talking about.

"Umbridge. Remember her?"

How could anyone forget Umbridge? She was the teacher they had had during their 5° year at Hogwarts.

"Umbridge? But Dumbledore fired her, right? I don't think she's even allowed back here…"

"She was our teacher, Ron. Perhaps Dumbledore wanted her to be here, I don't know…"

"Let's just hope Hermione is wrong. I don't think I'm able to handle Malfoy, Snape and Umbridge all together. Not anymore." Harry said and his friends laughed. Suddenly, the bell rang and they headed the class room.