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Chapter 29
BY ORDER OF THE HIGH INQUISITOR OF HOGWARTS
Teachers are hereby banned from giving students any information that is not strictly related to the subjects they are paid to teach.
The above is in accordance with Educational Decree Number Twenty-six.
Signed: Dolores Jane Umbridge, High Inquisitor
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"That's a bloody stupid decree," Ron laughed when they stood in front of the notice board in the great hall just shortly before breakfast.
"Doesn't that mean that the teachers aren't allowed to yell at the students," Fred, who had stopped right behind them to look at the board asked and grinned.
This last Decree had been the subject of a great number of jokes among the students. Lee Jordan had pointed out to Umbridge that by the terms of the new rule she was not allowed to tell Fred and George off for playing Exploding Snap in the back of the class.
"Exploding Snap's got nothing to do with Defense Against the Dark Arts, Professor! That's not information relating to your subject!"
When Harry next saw Lee, the back of his hand was bleeding rather badly. Harry had to grit his teeth and Hermione literally had to drag him back into the Room of Requirement, or else he surely would have stormed into Umbridge's office.
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„I can't believe she's using that blasted quill on other students as well!", said Draco when they were sitting in the Library at noon four weeks later.
They had just come back from Umbridge's class. It had taken Harry all the self-control he had not to curse Umbridge right there and then and he was glad that he could communicate with his friends telepathically while they had pretended to read that blasted defense book. The insults for Umbridge Ron had been coming up with had been very entertaining.
"Well, she's the High Inquisitor, so she has more power than any of the teachers," Hermione sighed while helping Neville with his Astronomy homework. "And with all the inspecting she's been doing in the other teachers' classes I think she has some more things up her sleeve."
Harry had thought the breakout from Azkaban would have humbled Umbridge a little, that she might have been abashed at the catastrophe that had occurred right under the nose of her beloved Fudge. It seemed, however, to have only intensified her furious desire to bring every aspect of life at Hogwarts under her personal control. She seemed determined at the very least to achieve a sacking before long, and the only question was whether it would be Professor Trelawney or Hagrid who went first.
It had occurred to him that maybe he should remind her of the little talk they had before the Christmas holidays.
But at the time being he was brooding over the plans they had for the H.A. and occasionally added a line to the essay Umbridge wanted from them. Professor Flitwick had caught a very bad cold and after five minutes hadn't been able to talk, so he had dismissed them from his double-charms class and they had decided to spend their time on their homework.
His musings however, were cut short when Hermione and Ron started to argue a little bit. Ron had been startled to discover that there were only eight weeks left until their exams.
"How can that come as a shock?" Hermione demanded, as she tapped each little square on Ron's schedule with her wand so that it flashed in a different color according to its subject.
She had been making study schedules for each of them and Harry had merely grinned when Ron and Draco had nearly begged him to talk her out of doing that.
"I dunno," said Ron, "there's been a lot going on."
"Well, there you are," she said, handing him his timetable, "if you follow that you should do fine."
"I think you're right," Draco smiled at her and she just shook her head and handed him a plan as well.
"You're just saying that so I'll help you with your Arithmancy homework, aren't you?" Hermione asked sternly and threw a pointed look at the parchment lying in front of the blond.
He chuckled and put down his quill. „I certainly wouldn't mind a little help. I just don't see how I should combine those two equations to steady the invisibility-barrier."
Ron looked down at his timetable gloomily, but then brightened. "You've given me two evenings off every week!"
"That's for Quidditch practice," said Hermione. "And H.A. lessons."
Harry meanwhile seized his copy of Defensive Magical Theory and looked something up for his useless essay about a water-boiling-spell and sighed.
The smile faded from Ron's face. "What's the point?" he said dully. "We've got about as much chance of winning the Quidditch Cup this year as Dad's got of becoming Minister for Magic. Harry's team's just too good."
„You know… I believe your father would be a good Minister…," said Neville randomly and Ron sighed.
Hermione said nothing; she was looking at Harry, who now was staring blankly at the opposite wall of the common room while Crookshanks pawed at his hand, trying to get his ears scratched.
"What's wrong, Harry?"
"What?" he said quickly and then shook his head. "Sorry, I was just thinking…" Crookshanks now gave him up as a bad job and sunk away under Hermione's chair.
"You're spacing out awfully lot in the last days mate," said Ron and frowned at him. "Did something happen? "
He shook his head. "No… not really. I'm just-"
"Hey guys!" interrupted Hannah, who came running into the library their conversation. "Have you heard? Umbridge is throwing out Trelawney!"
"What?" asked Hermione. "Why?"
Hannah shrugged. "Well… she's not really a very good teacher, but still. They're all in the Entrance Hall at the moment, I think."
Harry stood up and looked at the others. "I don't know about you, but I'm going to look what that toad's doing now."
His friends stood up as well and together they went down to the Entrance Hall. Harry stopped shortly when a loud scream sounded from the direction they were heading.
"What the -?" Draco muttered. „Is Umbridge torturing her, or what?"
„I have no doubt she'd enjoy it," replied Harry darkly and they continued their way.
Harry shook his head when he heard another scream and they all slightly quickened their pace to reach the Entrance Hall faster.
The screams were indeed coming from the Entrance Hall; they grew louder as Harry and his friends came nearer. They found the Entrance Hall packed; students had come flooding out of the Great Hall, where dinner was still in progress, to see what was going on; others had crammed themselves on to the marble staircase.
Harry pushed forwards through a knot of tall Slytherins and saw that the onlookers had formed a great ring, some of them looking shocked, others even frightened. Professor McGonagall was directly opposite of them on the other side of the Hall; she looked as though what she was watching made her feel faintly sick.
Professor Trelawney was standing in the middle of the Entrance Hall with her wand in one hand and an empty sherry bottle in the other, looking utterly mad.
Her hair was sticking up on end, her glasses were lopsided so that one eye was magnified more than the other; her innumerable shawls and scarves were trailing haphazardly from her shoulders, giving the impression that she was falling apart at the seams. Two large trunks lay on the floor beside her, one of them upside-down; it looked very much as though it had been thrown down the stairs after her. Professor Trelawney was staring, apparently terrified, at something Harry could not see but which seemed to be standing at the foot of the stairs.
"No!" she shrieked. "NO! This cannot be happening… it cannot… I refuse to accept it!"
"You didn't realize this was coming?" said a high girlish voice, sounding callously amused, and Harry, moving slightly to his right, saw that Trelawney's terrifying vision was nothing other than Professor Umbridge. He grimaced.
"So the toad really chose to break the news to her in public," Hermione said bitterly and took Harry's hand in hers. "She hasn't got an ounce of dignity in her!"
„That woman is just sick!", growled Neville and Harry saw how he balled his fists.
"Incapable though you are of predicting even tomorrow's weather, you must surely have realized that your pitiful performance during my inspections, and lack of any improvement, would make it inevitable that you would be sacked?"
"You c-can't!" howled Professor Trelawney, tears streaming down her face from behind her enormous lenses, "you c-can't sack me! I've b-been here sixteen years! H- Hogwarts is m-my h-home!"
"It was your home," said Professor Umbridge, and Harry was revolted to see the enjoyment stretching her toad-like face as she watched Professor Trelawney sink, sobbing uncontrollably, onto one of her trunks, "until an hour ago, when the Minister of Magic countersigned your Order of Dismissal. Now kindly remove yourself from this Hall. You are embarrassing us."
"You're the embarrassment, and you will pay for this," Harry said and let go of Hermione's hand before squeezing himself through the crowd.
He wordlessly passed Umbridge and threw her a cold glare. Her expression of gloating enjoyment vanished then. He approached the Divination teacher silently while she shuddered and moaned, rocking backwards and forwards on her trunk in paroxysms of grief.
He withdrew a handkerchief from within his robes and handed it to Trelawney, who looked up with large watery eyes and slowly grabbed it.
„Professor, stop crying," he said quietly and she dabbed her eyes with the handkerchief. „Everything's gonna be okay."
„Mr. Potter, what do you think are you doing?" asked Umbridge with her high-pitched voice and she didn't even try to mask her anger. „Get away from her now or else I have to give you a detention!"
„Shut up!" growled Harry and some students gasped loudly. „Have you no shame, you ugly toad? Who do you think you are to humiliate a person like that?"
„DETENTION!" she screamed in rage and Harry merely shrugged his shoulders and turned back to Trelawney.
He frowned when looking back at her. "On second thought, calling you a toad is insulting the real toads. They're better looking than you."
Then he heard footsteps behind him. Professor McGonagall had broken away from the spectators, marched straight up to Professor Trelawney and nodded at Harry, while patting Trelawney on the back.
"Thank you Mr. Potter… there, there, Sibyll… calm down… blow your nose… it's not as bad as you think, now… you are not going to have to leave Hogwarts…"
"Oh really, Professor McGonagall?" said Umbridge in a deadly voice, taking a few steps forward. "And your authority for that statement is…?"
"That would be mine," said a deep voice.
"Dumbledore," Harry grinned slightly.
The oaken front doors had swung open. Students beside them scuttled out of the way as Dumbledore appeared in the entrance. What he had been doing out in the grounds Harry could only imagine, but there was something impressive about the sight of him framed in the doorway against an oddly misty night. Leaving the doors wide open behind him he strode forwards through the circle of onlookers towards Professor Trelawney, tear-stained and trembling, on her trunk, and Harry and Professor McGonagall alongside her.
"Yours, Professor Dumbledore?" said Umbridge, with a singularly unpleasant little laugh. "I'm afraid you do not understand the position. I have here -" she pulled a parchment scroll from within her robes "-an Order of Dismissal signed by myself and the Minister of Magic. Under the terms of Educational Decree Number Twenty-three, the High Inquisitor of Hogwarts has the power to inspect, place upon probation and sack any teacher she - that is to say, I - feel is not performing to the standards required by the Ministry of Magic. I have decided that Professor Trelawney is not up to scratch. I have dismissed her."
It was no surprise for Harry that Dumbledore continued to smile.
"You have a trick up your selves, sir" murmured Harry and Dumbledore's twinkling eyes met his for a short moment.
He looked down at Professor Trelawney, who was still sobbing and choking on her trunk, and said, "You are quite right, of course, Professor Umbridge. As High Inquisitor you have every right to dismiss my teachers. You do not, however, have the authority to send them away from the castle. I am afraid," he went on, with a courteous little bow, "that the power to do that still resides with the Headmaster, and it is my wish that Professor Trelawney continues to live at Hogwarts."
At this, Professor Trelawney gave a wild little laugh in which a hiccough was barely hidden.
"No -no, I'll g-go, Dumbledore! I sh-shall - leave Hogwarts and s-seek my fortune elsewhere-"
"No," said Dumbledore sharply. "It is my wish that you remain, Sibyll."
He turned to Professor McGonagall. "Might I ask you to escort Sibyll back upstairs, Professor McGonagall?"
"Of course," said McGonagall. "Up you get, Sibyll…"
Professor Sprout came hurrying forwards out of the crowd and grabbed Professor Trelawney's other arm. Together, they guided her past Umbridge and up the marble stairs. Professor Flitwick went scurrying after them, his wand held out before him; he squeaked "Locomotor trunks!" and Professor Trelawney's luggage rose into the air and proceeded to float up the staircase after her, Professor Flitwick bringing up the rear.
Professor Umbridge was standing stock still, staring at Dumbledore and Harry, who meanwhile had also started to smile.
'That's great,' he heard Ron's voice in his head. 'he'll show that toad that he has still more power than she does!'
'I do believe that she now regrets making this such a public scene,' Hermione's voice added and he nodded slightly in her direction.
"And what," Umbridge said, in a whisper that carried all around the Entrance Hall, "are you going to do with her once I appoint a new Divination teacher who needs her lodgings?"
"Oh, that won't be a problem," said Dumbledore pleasantly. "You see, I have already found us a new Divination teacher, and he will prefer lodgings on the ground floor."
"You've found -?" said Umbridge shrilly. "You've found? Might I remind you, Dumbledore, that under Educational Decree Number Twenty-two-"
"The Ministry has the right to appoint a suitable candidate if - and only if - the Headmaster is unable to find one," said Dumbledore. "And I am happy to say that on this occasion I have succeeded. May I introduce you?"
He turned to face the open front doors, through which night mist was now drifting. Harry heard hooves. There was a shocked murmur around the Hall and those nearest the doors hastily moved even further backwards, some of them tripping over in their haste to clear a path for the newcomer.
Through the mist came a face Harry had seen once before on a dark, dangerous night in the Forbidden Forest: white-blond hair and astonishingly blue eyes; the head and torso of a man joined to the palomino body of a horse.
"This is Firenze," said Dumbledore happily to a thunderstruck Umbridge. "I think you'll find him suitable. Come on Harry, I believe we should talk in my office now."
Harry couldn't help himself and started laughing when he followed the headmaster.
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"So… what exactly do you want to talk to me about?" asked Harry slightly curious after he had entered Dumbledore's office and saw Nick sitting on a chair in front of the large desk.
Dumbledore sighed and shook his head. "You're impossible, my boy. You are aware of the fact that you just earned yourself another detention with Dolores, yes? Haven't I warned you?"
Harry huffed angrily. "Sorry Sir. But that woman just puts me on the edge! And I may not like Trelawney very much, but to humiliate a person like that ugly toad just did is just unforgivable!"
"You're right of course," nodded Dumbledore. "But you should refrain from insulting her like that. She'll only make your life – and mine as well – difficult."
He sighed and after a questioning look at Dumbledore sat down on the chair in front of the large desk. Nick was eying him and Harry frowned at his look. Nick only looked at him like that when he was about to break some bad news to him.
"However I didn't ask you to come here to reprimand you," said Dumbledore gently, "but rather to talk about something that has me – and not only me – worried since before Christmas."
Harry blinked. "Excuse me? I don't think I can follow you."
"It's concerning your strong reaction to dragon-blood.", answered Nick instead of the headmaster and Harry's eyes widened slightly. "Professor Snape and I have worked together to find a way around it, but sadly we didn't come up with much. The same goes for Draco and his reaction to basilisk-blood."
He nodded. "I've expected something like that. You, Nick, have after all been trying to find something to prevent my reaction to the blood since I first came in contact with it while we were in Romania." sighed Harry.
Nick nodded. "That's right. But a simple suggestion of Professor Snape yesterday - made out of frustration - caught my interest."
Harry raised an eyebrow. "Oh? And what exactly did he suggest?"
Nick looked at him and Harry didn't like the look in his eyes. "As far as it looks it probably is the only thing that will help you to overcome your reaction. It… certainly isn't a pleasant way, but we used a similar method to ensure that you are immune to the Imperious."
His eyes widened. "What? B-but you used the curse on me over and over again until I could throw it off without as much as a thought!"
"Exactly.", nodded Nick and Harry paled.
"You… you want me to come in contact with dragon-blood over and over again until it doesn't affect me any longer?" asked Harry with slight disbelief.
"That's what we all think is the best solution until we find something else," answered Dumbledore. "Would you be willing to try it? I understand that it will be very painful, but if Voldemort was to find out about this, he would use it against you on the first opportunity."
"And him poking around in my mind is a better alternative?" asked Harry dubiously.
Dumbledore sighed and looked at him over his half-moon spectacles. "It's not life-threatening to you. As it is now Voldemort could completely immobilize you and even kill you with a potions ingredient."
Harry groaned and leaned back in his chair. "Please forgive me, but I think I need some time to make my decision on that matter. I don't like the idea of my mind being exposed to Voldemort – I've had plenty of that already."
Dumbledore nodded. "That's understandable. Please tell us when you've made your decision because we have to inform Professor Snape."
Harry nodded and when no one said anything else he stood up and left the office. They had given him a lot to think about.
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"What did Dumbledore want to talk about?" asked Neville slightly curious when they were all sitting in the Room of Requirement after Harry had come back from the headmaster's office.
He shrugged. "Nothing much. He told me to be careful with Umbridge.
They seemed to accept that and he frowned slightly. He wasn't sure if he should tell them about the possibility to do something against his reaction to dragon-blood. He decided against it, because he could picture Hermione's horrified reaction at the thought of him being exposed to the liquid over and over again.
"I've got the feeling that Umbridge has only just started being horrible," said Hermione darkly.
"Why'd you have to say that?" Ron said with a shiver.
"She might not be right," Neville said with a little doubt in his voice. „I can't believe that someone can get any more horrible."
"When was Mione ever wrong?" asked Harry and gave her a kiss on the forehead.
"But I agree with Nev," said Ron, who was scribbling down something for History of Magic. "She can't get any worse than she's been already."
"You mark my words, she's going to want revenge on Dumbledore for appointing a new teacher without consulting her," said Hermione, closing her eyes and snuggling deeper into his chest. "Especially another part-human. You saw the look on her face when she saw Firenze."
Harry meanwhile had started to play with her curls and nodded. „Yeah… but Mione, I believe you should go to bed… you seem tired."
She nodded and reluctantly it seemed let go of Harry. She wished them all a good night and Harry then decided to go to bed as well. Nick and Dumbledore had given him a lot to think about. Was he really willing to test his reaction to dragon-blood over and over again?
He groaned when something different occurred to him. He had detention with Umbridge the day after tomorrow. A small frown made its way on his face when he thought about the best way to make the detention a hell for Umbridge and then a smile crept on his face.
'Only to worry about one thing then…' he thought when his thoughts turned back to the dragon-blood.
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His decision regarding that matter however shouldn't take as long as he himself thought it would. It would be just a day later that he would give an answer to Nick and the headmaster.
Harry was carefully stirring a potion in his cauldron in the dungeons classroom and with Hermione's help finally succeeded to get a hold of the small Devil's Snare that repetitive had escaped their grasp over and over again. She was working on her own potion right next to him and smiled slightly when he gave her the now powdered plant.
His eyes carefully on the instructions for the Draught of Peace he didn't notice someone entering the classroom until Snape coughed slightly.
„Mr. Avery, what can I do for you?
Harry looked up from his work and sneered when he caught sight of the seventh-year Slytherin standing in the door. He still remembered when the arrogant prick had insulted Hermione at the beginning of the year.
"I was told by Professor Sprout to get her some ingredients out of the cupboard. She apparently needs it to tend her plants," answered the Slytherin arrogantly.
Snape simply nodded and continued to observe Neville's work with keen eyes. When Avery passed Harry he sneered at him, but Harry simply raised an eyebrow and continued to work on his Strengthening-Potion.
"How's your mudblood?" he asked then and too quiet for others to hear.
Harry didn't respond to that and simply ignored him when Hermione laid a hand on his shoulder and shook her head. He sighed after Avery had passed and turned to his girlfriend while stirring the potion. "Mione, why'd you do that?"
She added a small piece of the powdered Devil's Snare and shortly looked up. "It would get you in trouble and that's exactly what he wants, Harry. You shouldn't listen to him. You're above that to listen to such low insults."
"I know… but Mione, I can't just sit back and let him insult you!"
"Mr. Potter, Miss Granger, shut your mouths you are disturbing my class!" snapped Snape who was standing behind Neville, carefully observing what he was doing. Neville had gradually improved in potions after having started to train with them… he just blew up three cauldrons a month now…
Avery meanwhile seemed to have finished looking trough the storage-cupboard and was now walking back. Harry's eyes widened. As if in slow motion he saw Avery trip over Lavender's bag and the vial slipped out of his hand. His eyes followed the flying vial and then lingered on Avery for a split second. A smirk was on the Slytherin's face.
He scowled when he realized that Avery wanted to ruin his potion, but he wasn't fast enough to react to that. The vial shattered on his desk and the dark liquid was sprayed over his face, robes and into his cauldron.
He immediately grabbed one of the towels that were located under each desk for situations like this and cleaned his face – always keeping an eye on his potion that had taken on a sickly red color now.
He just hoped that whatever Avery had just spilled wasn't anything corrosive. That was the negative sided effect of potions ingredients. Using a wand to vanish them could be fatal.
He shrugged, but then he felt a sharp pain on the left side of his face where the liquid had been and dropped the towel with a small gasp. His heart started to beat faster and he clenched his left eye shut when the burning intensified and spread itself further over his skin.
He looked at his girlfriend who had turned back to work after shortly looking up. "Hermione…"
She looked at him and gasped when she saw his now pale features. "HARRY!"
That caught the whole class' attention and Snape strode over to them with a frown on his face when his eyes fell on the spilled liquid on the floor and on Harry's desk. His frown deepened when he saw the sickly red color of his potion.
"Get away from the cauldron now!", ordered Snape and Harry stumbled over to the other side of the classroom with Hermione's help. He grabbed the desk he was now leaning against and took a few ragged breaths when suddenly the potion exploded.
The students began to panic and Harry groaned when they started to talk loudly and try to get farther away from the cauldron. He had to cough because of the smoke and that didn't make the pain any better.
Harry closed his eyes when Snape asked: "What in Merlin's name did you do with your potion, Potter?"
He just heaved another heavy breath and Hermione tightly grabbed his arm when he began to sway slightly. It was Lavender who answered hesitantly then: "Sir, Avery tripped over my bag and spilled the vial he was carrying."
"MR. AVERY!" snapped Snape furiously. "What kind of ingredient was that?"
He shrugged and when Harry looked at him saw him eying him curiously. "It was just a vial of dragon-blood, sir."
Harry saw Snape's eyes widen for the fraction of a second before he masked his expression once more behind his cold and stern mask. "Miss Granger, bring Mr. Potter out of here! Go to the hospital wing, immediately! And twenty points from Slytherin for carelessly endangering a whole class, Mr. Avery!"
Harry wasn't able to hold himself up now, when the pain begun to pass through his whole body and before he fell to his knees with another loud gasp of pain, he saw Avery's eyes light up with glee.
He clenched his eyes shut and his breathing grew more erratic while Snape was calling the panicked class to order. „SILENCE! Miss Parkinson, please take that mop over there and clean the floor. Mr. Finnegan, open the hatch on the ceiling to let the smoke out."
He heard them do as Snape said and then felt Hermione's hand on his shoulder. „Come on, Harry!" she called urgently. „We have to go to the hospital wing!"
He staggered to his feet and Hermione slung his arm over her shoulder and slowly they made their way to the door.
„Mr. Weasley, go and inform Professor Edison about what happened," said Snape and Harry gave him a grateful nod before another gasp escaped him. He saw Ron running out of the dungeons.
He would have been embarrassed by the fact, that he had to lean on Hermione, but the pain was getting stronger with every step he took. When they had reached the door he stopped shortly.
„Hermione…", he whispered with a raspy voice. „In my trunk… there are vials of the Elixir…"
She nodded and turned to Snape. „Professor, may Draco also be excused?"
The Professor simply nodded and Draco jumped up. Harry cracked his eyes open and saw him hastily put his cauldron off of the fire.
Hermione meanwhile was urging him to continued walking and he was glad that he was able to.
It took them nearly fifteen minutes to reach the hospital wing and when Hermione opened the broad doors Madam Pomphrey let out a gasp and immediately ordered Hermione to bring him over to the bed. He didn't bother to argue about that and sat down. The whole left side of his body was on fire!
"I can't believe it!" huffed Madam Pomphrey and waved her wand over him. "Would you mind explaining what happened this time?"
He gritted his teeth. "Dragon-blood."
Just as she wanted to say something else the doors of the hospital wind burst open and Draco dashed into the room, directly followed by Ron.
"I've… I've got the vials!", said Draco out of breath and Harry gave a sigh of relief and closed his eyes.
Madam Pomphrey immediately uncorked one of the six and handed one to Harry. "Drink up." She ordered sternly and Harry gladly did so.
As soon as he had swallowed the first gulp he the burning sensation and the pain started to disappear and he felt his heart-beat slow down. When the vial was empty he shuddered and winced at the pain the movement caused. He had the feeling as if he had just run a marathon on his hand and feet.
"Harry?" asked Hermione quietly and he gave her a reassuring smile.
"Mione?", he replied and titled his head.
She smiled slightly and threw her arms around him while Draco and Ron just shook their heads. "Are you… is it over?"
He nodded. "Yes, it's over. I'm wondering about that thought…"
Draco took a step forward and eyed him. "But think about it. The last time it was just a drop of dragon-blood and your reaction was more violent than now, even though the blood was splashed directly onto your face and robes."
"I was probably fast enough to clean it off. And the last time it also took some time before I got the Elixir." answered Harry with a slight frown. "But what worries me the most is the look on Avery's face."
Draco groaned and Ron gulped and asked: "Do you think that he will tell somebody about your reaction to the blood?"
Harry looked at his hands. "I have no doubt about that." he replied darkly.
Suddenly madam Pomphrey's face popped up before him and he yelped. "Out of those robes. Now!"
He eyed her for a moment and then realized that there was still some of the blood on them and nodded. Hermione decided to help him, because it was extremely difficult to get out of his robes without touching the blood. It took them five minutes and when Harry finally was untangled from his robes, Nick and Dumbledore entered the hospital wing.
He looked at them, his mind set now. "I'll do it. I try to build up a resistance of dragon-blood."
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Dark Phoenix of Slytherin