Hello all! Just thought I'd post a new chapter! This is shorter than my other few chapters, so sorry about that! Hope you like it!

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The next morning at breakfast the owl delivered Hermione's copy of Daily Prophet. They didn't have to look far, for on the front page was a huge picture of Dolores Umbridge and the heading read:

MINISTRY SEEKS EDUCATIONAL REFORM

DOLORES UMBRIDGE APPOINTTED FIRST-EVER 'HIGH INQUISITOR'

"High Inquisitor? What is that suppose to mean?" asked Danny darkly.

Hermione read aloud from the article, after she was done she looked up and folded the newspaper. "Great, now Fudge has given her the power to inspect other teachers!" she exclaimed outraged.

"I guess we better go to Binn's just in case she's inspecting his class," said Danny standing.

Umbridge was not inspecting their History of Magic lesson, but it was just as boring as last Monday. She wasn't in Snape's dungeon either when they arrived for double potions.

"I have graded your papers the same way as they would have been for the O.W.L.s," said Snape with a smirk as he handed out their homework, "This should give you an idea of how they will be.

"Most of you would have failed this examination. I expect more effort for this week's essay on the various varieties of venom antidotes or I will start giving detentions to those of you who get D's," continued Snape turning on his heel.

"Some people got D's? Ha!" laughed Malfoy in a whisper.

Harry put his essay in his bag as soon as possible; he wanted to keep it away from prying eyes.

This time Harry didn't want to give Snape a reason to fail him, so he re-read every line on the blackboard at least three times before starting. His potion, Strengthening Solution, wasn't as clear a turquoise shade as Hermione and Danny's but at least it wasn't pink like Neville's and red like Ron's. Harry filled a flask and placed it on Snape's desk.

"That wasn't as bad as last week," Hermione said, leaving the classroom and walking to lunch.

"I guess . . ." Harry trailed off.

"I got a P on the essay," muttered Ron finally, getting tired of Hermione's stare.

"And there's nothing wrong with that," said Fred walking up to the table.

"Hey Fred, have you had a class of yours inspected yet?" asked Hermione.

"Yep, right before lunch, Charms," he answered.

"What do you have today?" asked George.

"Trelawney and the old bat herself, Umbridge," answered Harry.

"Well be a good boy with you temper today, Angelina will go mad if you miss any more Quidditch. Same goes for you Dan," said Fred.

Danny rolled his eyes and continued eating.

Harry didn't have to wait till DADA to see Umbridge; she was in a big chair when they arrived for Divination. Harry pulled his Dream Diary and Dream Oracles out.

"Please, split into pairs and interpret each other's latest nighttime visions with the aid of the Oracle," said Professor Trelawney.

Umbridge stood and walked around the room, after a while of taking notes she walked over to Trelawney and started to ask her questions. Harry tried to listen in.

"Tell me, how long have you been here?" she asked.

"Just about sixteen years," Trelawney answered.

"Quite a long time," said Umbridge, marking it down on her clipboard.

After a few more questions Umbridge asked her to predict something. Trelawney put on a scandalized look and exclaimed, "The Inner Eye does not See upon command!"

"I see," she stated with a smirk and writing a note.

"Wait!" shouted Trelawney saying something about peril and danger, the usual.

"Right," answered Umbridge, marking this down.

It was safe to say that Trelawney was in a bad mood for the rest of the class. She predicted a very early death for Harry because of his dream of eating soup and stormed around the classroom.

After Divination they walked to Defense Against the Dark Arts. When they arrived they told Hermione what had happened in Divination. Hermione was going to ask more, but Umbridge walked in and everyone got to their seats.

"Wands away, please read chapter two," she said sitting down.

Harry, and everyone else, sighed and opened their books. Harry was about to start reading when he noticed that Hermione's hand was up, yet again. Umbridge had noticed as well and walked over to Hermione, stopping in front of her desk.

"What is it Miss. Granger?" she asked in a whisper so the rest of the class wouldn't hear.

"I've already read chapter two," answered Hermione.

"The go on to chapter three," said Umbridge sweetly.

"I've read that, too. I've read the whole book."

Umbridge looked surprised for a moment and blinked, but recovered quickly.

"Then please tell me what Slinkhard says about counterjinxes in chapter fifteen."

Hermione answered, "He says 'counterjinx' is just a name people give their jinxes when they want to make them sound more acceptable. He states they are improperly named."

Umbridge raised her eyebrows, and even Harry was impressed.

"But I disagree."

"What?"

"Yes. He didn't like jinxes, but I think that they can be very useful when used defensively," said Hermione.

"I'm afraid it is Mr. Slinkhard's opinion that matters in this class," said Umbridge, "And I am taking five points from Gryffindor for disrupting my class.

"I am here to teach you using the Ministry-approved method. Your previous teachers in this class couldn't say the same - with the possible exception of Professor Quirrell."

"Yeah, Quirrell was a great teacher," said Harry loudly and sarcastically, "The only problem was having Voldemort sticking out of the back of his head."

The silence that followed his comment was the loudest he had ever heard, then-

"Another week's detentions would do you some good, Mr. Potter," said Umbridge with a smile.

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George was right about Angelina's reaction the following morning, after his detention that night. She shouted so loudly that Professor McGonagall had to come over from the staff table.

"Miss Johnson, why are you making such a racket?" she asked.

"Harry has landed himself in detention, again!"

"What, Mr. Potter?" asked McGonagall sharply, "From whom?"

"Professor Umbridge, Professor," answered Danny, who was standing next to Harry.

"Are you telling me," said McGonagall lowering her voice, "That after the warning we had last Monday you lost your temper with her again? Please tell me that you didn't get detention too, Mr. Fenton."

"Professor, did you hear Angelina yelling at me?" asked Danny with a small smile. "If I had gotten a detention I'd be a full ghost by now."

"Then Mr. Potter you must get a grip on yourself," she said beginning to turn to the staff table, but quickly turned back to Danny. "Oh, and Mr. Fenton, congrats on becoming Keeper." Then she walked back to the table.

"She's right you know, Harry," agreed Hermione when he sat down.

The group finished breakfast and walked to Charms, during which Harry didn't speak to Hermione at all, but he forgot his anger when he saw Professor Umbridge in Transfiguration.

"Excellent, let's see Umbridge get what she deserves," said Ron, the group sitting in their usual seats.

McGonagall walked in the classroom telling people to get box of mice in the back of the room and telling others to hand in homework. She was completely ignoring Umbridge.

"Hem, hem," said Umbridge, McGonagall continued.

"Now all of you that have successfully vanished your snails have the first of the spell," said McGonagall.

"Hem, hem."

"Yes?" said McGonagall, turning around.

"I was wondering if you received my note," said Umbridge.

"Obviously I have other wise I would have asked why you were in my classroom," said McGonagall. "As I was saying, you shall be practicing the Vanishing Spell on mice-"

"Hem, hem."

"I wonder," said McGonagall turning to Umbridge, "how you expect to get an idea of my teaching methods if you interrupt me?"

Umbridge looked as if she had been slapped in the face, but stopped talking.

"Now, this spell gets more difficult with the complexity of the animal . . ." went on McGonagall.

"And she lectures me about my temper," whispered Harry to Danny and Ron, but his anger with McGonagall was disappearing when he saw the look on Umbridge's face.

McGonagall didn't allow Umbridge to follow her around during the class, so instead she sat in the back writing notes.

"I will be getting you the results of your inspection in ten days," said Umbridge at the end of class.

"I can hardly wait," McGonagall replied coldly.

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