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but I’ve got Dad.

We both believe you, by the way.

That He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named is back, and you fought him…

…and the Ministry and the Prophet are conspiring against you and Dombeldore.

Thanks. It seems you’re about the only ones that do.

I don’t think that’s true.

But I suppose that’s how he wants you to feel.

What do you mean?

Well, if I were You-Know-Who…

…I’d want you to feel cut off from everyone else…

…because if it’s just you alone…

…you’re not as much of a threat.

Do you ever stop eating? What? I’m hungry.

Harry.

Can I join you?

Pardon me, professor, but what exactly are you insinuating?

I am merely requesting that when it comes to my students you conform to the prescribed disciplinary practices.

So silly of me, but it sounds as if you’re questioning my authority in my own classroom…

…Minerva.

Not at all, Dolores, merely your medieval methods.

I am sorry, dear.

But to question my practices is to question the Ministry…and by extension, the minister himself.

I am a tolerant woman…

…but the one thing I will not stand for is disloyalty.

Disloyalty.

Things at Hogwarts are far worse than I feared.

Cornelius will want to take immediate action.

What happened to Dumbledore?

Having already revolutionized the teaching of Defense Against the Dark Arts, Dolores Umbridge will, as high inquisitor,

have powers to address the seriously falling standards at Hogwarts School.

Just one question dear. You’ve been in this post, how long exactly?

You applied first for the Defense Against the Dark Arts post, is that correct?

Yes.

But you were unsuccessful?

Obviously.

Could you please predict something for me?

I’m sorry?

One teensy little prophecy?

Pity.

No, wait. Wait, no. I think I do see something.

Yes, I do. Something dark.

You are in grave danger.

Lovely.

Cho What’s going on?

It’s Professor Trelawney.

Sixteen years I’ve lived and taught here.

Hogwart’s is my home.

You can’t do this.

Actually, I can.

Something you’d like to say?

Oh, there are several things I would like to say.

There…

Professor McGonagall, might I ask you to escort Sybil back inside?

Sybil, dear. This way.

Thank you.

Dumbledore, may I remind you that under the terms of Educational Decree Number 23, as enacted by the minister…

You have the right to dismiss my teachers.

You do not, however, have the authority to banish them from the grounds.

That power remains with the headmaster.

For now.

Don’t you all have studying to do?

Professor.

Professor?

Professor Dumbledore. Professor!

Professor Dumbledore.

That foul, evil, old gargoyle.

We’re not learning how to defend ourselves. We’re not learning how to pass our OWLs.

She’s taking over the entire school.

Security has been and will remain the Ministry’s top priority.

Furthermore, we have convincing evidence that these disappearances are the work of notorious mass murderer Sirius Black.

Harry.

Sirius.

What are you doing here? Answering your letter.

You said you were worried about Umbridge. What’s she doing?

Training you to kill half-breeds?

She’s not letting us use magic at all. Well, I’m not surprised.

The latest intelligence is that Fudge doesn’t want you trained in combat.

Combat?

What does he think, we’re forming some sort of wizard army?

That’s exactly what he thinks.

That Dumbledore is assembling his own forces to take on the Ministry.

He’s becoming more paranoid by the minute.

The others wouldn’t want me telling you this, Harry…

…but things aren’t going at all well with the Order.

Fudge is blocking the truth at every turn…