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from now on you will be following a carefully structured, Ministry-approved course of defensive magic. Yes?

There’s nothing in here about using defensive spells?

Using spells?

Well, I can’t imagine why you would need to use spells in my classroom.

We’re not gonna use magic?

You’ll be learning about defensive spells in a secure, risk-free way.

What use is that? If we’re attacked, it wont be risk-free.

Students will raise their hands when they speak in my class.

It is the view of the Ministry…

…that a theoretical knowledge will be sufficient to get you through your examinations…

…which, after all, is what school is all about.

And how’s theory supposed to prepare us for what’s out there?

There is nothing out there, dear.

Who do you imagine wants to attack children like yourself?

Oh, I don’t know. Maybe Lord Voldemort.

Now, let me make this quite plain.

You have been told…

…that a certain dark wizard is at large once again.

This is a lie. It’s not a lie. I saw him. I fought him.

Detention, Mr. Potter.

So, according to you Cedric Diggory dropped dead of his own accord?

Cedric Diggory’s death was a tragic accident.

It was murder. Voldemort killed him. you must know that.

Enough!

Enough.

See me later, Mr. Potter. My office.

Come in.

Good evening, Mr. Potter.

Sit.

You’re going to be doing some lines for me today, Mr. Potter.

No, not with your quill.

Going to be using a rather special one of mine.

Now…

…I want you to write, I must not tell lies.

How many times?

Well, lets say for as long as it takes for the message to sink in.

You haven’t given me any ink.

Oh, you wont need any ink.

Yes?

Nothing. That’s right.

Because you know, deep down…

…you deserve to be punished.

Don’t you, Mr. Potter?

Go on.

Sweets that make you ill.

Get out of class whenever you like.

Obtain hours of pleasure from unprofitable boredom.

Care for another?

I’m not asking you to write all of it for me. oh, please.

I’ve been busy studying for these stupid OWL exams.

I’ll do the introduction. That’s all.

Hermione, you’re honestly the most wonderful person I’ve ever met.

And if I’m ever rude to you again… I’ll know you’ve gone back to normal.

What’s wrong with your hand?

Nothing.

The other hand.

You’ve got to tell Dumbledore. No.

Dumbledore’s got enough on his mind right now.

Anyway I don’t want to give Umbridge the satisfaction.

Bloody hell, Harry. The woman’s torturing you.

If the parents knew about this.

Yeah, I haven’t got any of those. Have I, Ron?

Harry, you’ve got to report this.

It’s perfectly simple. You’re being… No, its not.

Hermione, whatever this is, it’s not simple.

You don’t understand.

Then help us to.

Dear Padfoot…

…I hope you’re all right.

It’s starting to get colder here. Winter is definitely on the way.

In spite of being back at Hogwarts, I feel more alone than ever.

I know you, of all people, will understand.

Hello, Harry Potter.

Your feet. Aren’t they cold? Bit.

Unfortunately, all my shoes have mysteriously disappeared.

I suspect Nargles are behind it.

What are they? They’re called Thestrals.

They’re quite gentle, really, but people avoid them because they’re a bit…

Different.

But why can’t the others see them?

They can only be seen by people who’ve seen death.

So you’ve known someone who’s died, then?

My mum.

She was quite an extraordinary witch, but she did like to experiment…

…and one day, one of her spells went badly wrong.

I was 9. I’m sorry.

Yes, it was rather horrible.

I do feel very sad about it sometimes,