𝑩𝒍𝒂𝒄𝒌 || h.potter

twenty-eight || Year 5 ✔️

"Good morning, children!" greeted Umbridge, as she strides to the front of the room she aims her wand at a Blackboard, flicks her wrist causing words to magically appear as she speaks them. "Ordinary. Wizarding. Level. Examinations." She turns to the students. "More commonly known as OWLS. It it not an understatement to say your fifth-year examinations will in many respects determine your futures. Study hard and you will be rewarded! Fail to do so, and the consequent May be...severe."

Amelia knits her eyebrows together, as she blinks at the teacher. A stack of textbooks now float out of a cupboard and distribute themselves to the students, landing with a thud before them: 'Dark Arts Defence: Basics for Beginners' over an outdated, childish illustration. Amelia have read this in the Library of Dale Manor, she already memorised the whole thing since she was five!

"Your previous instruction in this subject has been disturbingly...uneven." Toad face continued. "But you will be pleased to know that from now on you will be following a carefully structured, Ministry-approve course of defensive magic..."

Amelia and Hermione has been paging through the textbook with growing alarm, Hermione raises her hand and Umbridge nods.

"There's Nothing In here about actually using defensive spells." said Hermione, eyeing the book.

Umbridge lets out a silvery laugh. "Using spells? I can't imagine why you would need to use spells in my classroom."

"We're not going to use magic?" asked Ron, incredulously.

Umbridge ignores him, calls on Amelia's  upthrust hand.

"But surely the whole point of Defence Against the Dark Arts—" Amelia was cut off with her sentence.

"Wizards much older and cleverer than yourself have devised our new program of study." explained Toad face. "You will be learning about defensive spells in a secure, risk-free way..."

Did she just call me dumb? why that little bi—

"What use is that?" spoke Harry, making Amelia stop her swearing thoughts. "If we're going to be attacked, it won't be risk free—"

"Students will raise their hands when they speak in my class." stated Umbridge, harshly. Then She instantly goes sweet, as if a switch was turned on. "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's supposed to prepare us for what's out there?" questioned Harry.

"There's Nothing our There, dear." answered Umbridge. "Who do you imagine wants to attack children like yourself?"

"Oh, I don't know. Maybe Lord Voldemort." shrugged Harry, sarcastically.

Hermione cringes, and Amelia sighs. Umbridge freezes, then turns, splays her fingers in her desk as she surveys the room.

"Let me make this quite plain." said Umbridge, in a sweet but deadly tone. "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—!" Harry argues.

"Detention, Mr. Potter!" yelled Umbridge, then she puts on a tight smile.

"So according to you, Cedric Diggory dropped dead of his own accord?" asked Amelia, suddenly.

Hermione nudges her, but she didn't hold guard.

"Cedric Diggory's Death was a tragic accident." replied Umbridge, turning to the short haired girl.

Amelia opened her mouth to reply, but Harry answered first. "It was murder. Voldemort killed and you know it—!"

"ENOUGH!" yelled Umbridge. The whole class flinches, But in an instant the glimmer of madness vanishes from her eyes, and she has completely regained her poise. She sweetly speaks to Harry. "Friday. Mr potter...my office."

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