Ch 13 The Case Of The Missing Assignments
We headed back into our common room after that (Hermione said, 'Wildfire Whiz-bangs' as that Fat Lady swung open.) Fred and George had brought up several bottles of Butterbeer for us to celebrate.We celebrated for the whole night. Dumbledore kept apparating in and disapparating to join in the fun, constantly shouting across the room,
'We won! Thanks to your quidditch captain, without me you couldn't have won, could you? NO! Hahaha... never had such a great captain... told you you could win with me... Har, har, har,... Thanks Neville, the Butterbeer's great..., do you really...'
While he sat there laughing away and disapparating and apparating, Hermione kept tutting away, glancing at him through the side of her eyes, muttering things like,'How could he not read Hogwarts: A History...' under her breath every now and then.
We celebrated till past eleven when professor Mcgonagall came hurrying up wearing her tartan robes to get us all back to sleep, Dumbledore disapparated just as she appeared in the room as the rest of us hurried back up to our domitories.
The next morning, we went down to the Great Hall for breakfast. It was decorated with red and gold streamers, a huge banner hung at the entrance saying, 'Go Gryffindor!' as a lion was beside it, roaring every minute. A enormous of Dumbledore painting hung behind the teachers table smiling and winking at as. As we walked over to the Gryffindor table, we spotted Professor Dumbledore beaming at his own picture, while Hagrid sat at the end looking bored.
When he saw us, he waved at us and said, 'All righ' there, Harry.' then turned back to drink from his goblet. Suddenly, Dumbledore's face turned very serious.
'Could I have your attention.' said Mcgonagall loudly, hitting her goblet with her fork.
'There is a serious problem, yesterday, your Defence against the Darks Arts teacher Professer Quirrell tried to pull the Philosopher's stone from the mirror, but failed. Instead, he tried to jump into the mirror and broke his hit head, and was sent to St. Mungos hospital for treatment.' A burst of whispers broke out immediately. 'Another thing is that we tried to take off that smelly turban off his head and found an ugly face at the back, which happened to be the face of Voldemort.' he emphasied on the Voldemort. I flinched together with many other, some gasped, a few girls screamed, Hermione's face turned really white, Harry looked calm.
'Don't worry, we've got it under control, he's at St. Mungos, the healers are now trying to get that ugly face off, if it don't work, we'll sent him to a muggle hospital for a plastic sugery to get rid of it.' continued Dumbledore.
'Wicked! Dad'll like that, a muggle hospital, I'll be suprised if he doesn't go.' I said.
'I don't think it'll be nice.' said Hermione. 'seeing Vol-Voldemort's face at the back of your head.' Neville flinched again.
'Do you think they can make his face disappear? Voldemort I mean.' said Harry.
'I bet they-' started Dean.
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'Hi Harry, wow, bet I can get a picture of it, you-know-who's face.' said Colin.
'Bet you'll freak out first, mind you, petrified before you can get a picture.' said George smiling.
'Bloody Hell!' I said.
'So, I don't think he's suitable for the job anyway, there will be a new Defence against the Dark Arts teacher, you will...' said Dumbledore.
'Guess who will it be?' asked Fred.
'Heard Dumbledore wanted the job, but he didn't know anything about Defending himself. He wanted to recruit Lorkhart, but Lorkhart still hasn't gotten his memory back.' said Seamus.
'Who wants him anyway, as our Defence against the Dark-' Harry was interrupted by Hermione's loud 'Tut'.
'...and your new Defence against the Dark Arts teacher is Professor Dolores Jane Umbridge.' said Dumbledore. The whole hall clapped.
Suddenly a woman burst into the hall, 'Did someone mentioned my name?' She was wide and short, wearing a pink flowery dress, and a pink bow on her curly hair. She had a toad-like face with small toad eyes and a wide slack mouth.
'Did anyone called me, huh? I heard my name, out with it, I heard-' she screeched loudly but stopped to look around, she seemed to just realise that the whole school was staring at her. She had a high voice.
'Oh, sorry.' she said smiling sweetly, her voice turning into a high girlish voice. 'Hem hem, I am your new Defence against the Dark Arts teacher, I teach you Defence against the Dark Arts, to defend yourself against, erm... against, errr..., against some... errr... Ok, so, now I want you all to greet me, no, no, say," Good Morning Professor Umbridge." come on, louder, I can't hear you...'.
'Bloody Hell.' I said.
'She's so-' Seamus swore but got interruped by Hermione's loud 'Tut'.
'What do you reckon she'll make us do during her lessons?' asked Fred.
'As long as she don't ask us to get the stone out of the mirror, I'm getting tired of trying.' said Harry. 'But she does sounds worse than Quirrell.'
'...very good, now I want you all to take this subject seriously, no, no, no, the ministry won't want that, I mean yes they want you all to do well, that's what I'm here for. Now, I want you all to know that I'm not only your Defence against the Dark Arts teacher, I'm also your, errr... , the high...' she look around for a source of help, 'the high... hem hem... that's the end , you may all go.' she ended her speech with her very high innocent childish voice.
'Wicked!'
We had potions with Snape later, we managed to brewed our hair growing potions well, Hermione of course, got her potion the right colour, brown. Mine was orange and Harry's, red. Neville on the other hand got pink. We got five point's taken for that, though Snape didn't take any away from Slytherin, even though Goyle's messed up and had his purple. We headed for the Herbology after that and studied some poisonous plants and their cure, which reminded me of potions.
After herbology, I followed Harry to the owlery to send a letter to Sirius, telling him about Professor Quirrell and Professor Umbridge.
We had History of Magic next. We handed in our assignment he had given us ages ago, mine was about a parchment and a half long, while Hermione had her's more than three parchments long. It was about some goblin riot thing that happened years ago. While our History of Magic teacher Professor Binns blabbed on about the history of the Minstry of Magic, we went on about quidditch. Everyone else had their head down, all except Hermione, who was busy jotting down notes and tutting at us.
When history had ended, we made to head for Divination when suddenly,
'Arrrrrrrrrgggggggg... nooooooo... This CAN'T BE HAPPENING!!!' yelled a voice from the History of Magic classroom. Something bad must happened, I thought, as I, Harry and some others who had not left walked over hurrily to see what had happened, only to find Professor Binns floating there, clutching his ghostly head, looking horrified.
'What's the matter professor?' asked Hermione concerned. Professor Binns stared at her pitifully, ghostly tears streamed down his face.
'It's g-gone.' said Professor Binns tearfully.
'What's gone?' croaked Neville, whose face was turning very white, almost as white as Professor's Binns face.
'The as-assignments you h-handed in to me earlier is gone.'
We headed back into our common room after that (Hermione said, 'Wildfire Whiz-bangs' as that Fat Lady swung open.) Fred and George had brought up several bottles of Butterbeer for us to celebrate.We celebrated for the whole night. Dumbledore kept apparating in and disapparating to join in the fun, constantly shouting across the room,
'We won! Thanks to your quidditch captain, without me you couldn't have won, could you? NO! Hahaha... never had such a great captain... told you you could win with me... Har, har, har,... Thanks Neville, the Butterbeer's great..., do you really...'
While he sat there laughing away and disapparating and apparating, Hermione kept tutting away, glancing at him through the side of her eyes, muttering things like,'How could he not read Hogwarts: A History...' under her breath every now and then.
We celebrated till past eleven when professor Mcgonagall came hurrying up wearing her tartan robes to get us all back to sleep, Dumbledore disapparated just as she appeared in the room as the rest of us hurried back up to our domitories.
The next morning, we went down to the Great Hall for breakfast. It was decorated with red and gold streamers, a huge banner hung at the entrance saying, 'Go Gryffindor!' as a lion was beside it, roaring every minute. A enormous of Dumbledore painting hung behind the teachers table smiling and winking at as. As we walked over to the Gryffindor table, we spotted Professor Dumbledore beaming at his own picture, while Hagrid sat at the end looking bored.
When he saw us, he waved at us and said, 'All righ' there, Harry.' then turned back to drink from his goblet. Suddenly, Dumbledore's face turned very serious.
'Could I have your attention.' said Mcgonagall loudly, hitting her goblet with her fork.
'There is a serious problem, yesterday, your Defence against the Darks Arts teacher Professer Quirrell tried to pull the Philosopher's stone from the mirror, but failed. Instead, he tried to jump into the mirror and broke his hit head, and was sent to St. Mungos hospital for treatment.' A burst of whispers broke out immediately. 'Another thing is that we tried to take off that smelly turban off his head and found an ugly face at the back, which happened to be the face of Voldemort.' he emphasied on the Voldemort. I flinched together with many other, some gasped, a few girls screamed, Hermione's face turned really white, Harry looked calm.
'Don't worry, we've got it under control, he's at St. Mungos, the healers are now trying to get that ugly face off, if it don't work, we'll sent him to a muggle hospital for a plastic sugery to get rid of it.' continued Dumbledore.
'Wicked! Dad'll like that, a muggle hospital, I'll be suprised if he doesn't go.' I said.
'I don't think it'll be nice.' said Hermione. 'seeing Vol-Voldemort's face at the back of your head.' Neville flinched again.
'Do you think they can make his face disappear? Voldemort I mean.' said Harry.
'I bet they-' started Dean.
Snap
'Hi Harry, wow, bet I can get a picture of it, you-know-who's face.' said Colin.
'Bet you'll freak out first, mind you, petrified before you can get a picture.' said George smiling.
'Bloody Hell!' I said.
'So, I don't think he's suitable for the job anyway, there will be a new Defence against the Dark Arts teacher, you will...' said Dumbledore.
'Guess who will it be?' asked Fred.
'Heard Dumbledore wanted the job, but he didn't know anything about Defending himself. He wanted to recruit Lorkhart, but Lorkhart still hasn't gotten his memory back.' said Seamus.
'Who wants him anyway, as our Defence against the Dark-' Harry was interrupted by Hermione's loud 'Tut'.
'...and your new Defence against the Dark Arts teacher is Professor Dolores Jane Umbridge.' said Dumbledore. The whole hall clapped.
Suddenly a woman burst into the hall, 'Did someone mentioned my name?' She was wide and short, wearing a pink flowery dress, and a pink bow on her curly hair. She had a toad-like face with small toad eyes and a wide slack mouth.
'Did anyone called me, huh? I heard my name, out with it, I heard-' she screeched loudly but stopped to look around, she seemed to just realise that the whole school was staring at her. She had a high voice.
'Oh, sorry.' she said smiling sweetly, her voice turning into a high girlish voice. 'Hem hem, I am your new Defence against the Dark Arts teacher, I teach you Defence against the Dark Arts, to defend yourself against, erm... against, errr..., against some... errr... Ok, so, now I want you all to greet me, no, no, say," Good Morning Professor Umbridge." come on, louder, I can't hear you...'.
'Bloody Hell.' I said.
'She's so-' Seamus swore but got interruped by Hermione's loud 'Tut'.
'What do you reckon she'll make us do during her lessons?' asked Fred.
'As long as she don't ask us to get the stone out of the mirror, I'm getting tired of trying.' said Harry. 'But she does sounds worse than Quirrell.'
'...very good, now I want you all to take this subject seriously, no, no, no, the ministry won't want that, I mean yes they want you all to do well, that's what I'm here for. Now, I want you all to know that I'm not only your Defence against the Dark Arts teacher, I'm also your, errr... , the high...' she look around for a source of help, 'the high... hem hem... that's the end , you may all go.' she ended her speech with her very high innocent childish voice.
'Wicked!'
We had potions with Snape later, we managed to brewed our hair growing potions well, Hermione of course, got her potion the right colour, brown. Mine was orange and Harry's, red. Neville on the other hand got pink. We got five point's taken for that, though Snape didn't take any away from Slytherin, even though Goyle's messed up and had his purple. We headed for the Herbology after that and studied some poisonous plants and their cure, which reminded me of potions.
After herbology, I followed Harry to the owlery to send a letter to Sirius, telling him about Professor Quirrell and Professor Umbridge.
We had History of Magic next. We handed in our assignment he had given us ages ago, mine was about a parchment and a half long, while Hermione had her's more than three parchments long. It was about some goblin riot thing that happened years ago. While our History of Magic teacher Professor Binns blabbed on about the history of the Minstry of Magic, we went on about quidditch. Everyone else had their head down, all except Hermione, who was busy jotting down notes and tutting at us.
When history had ended, we made to head for Divination when suddenly,
'Arrrrrrrrrgggggggg... nooooooo... This CAN'T BE HAPPENING!!!' yelled a voice from the History of Magic classroom. Something bad must happened, I thought, as I, Harry and some others who had not left walked over hurrily to see what had happened, only to find Professor Binns floating there, clutching his ghostly head, looking horrified.
'What's the matter professor?' asked Hermione concerned. Professor Binns stared at her pitifully, ghostly tears streamed down his face.
'It's g-gone.' said Professor Binns tearfully.
'What's gone?' croaked Neville, whose face was turning very white, almost as white as Professor's Binns face.
'The as-assignments you h-handed in to me earlier is gone.'