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ushed it open。 The Potter boy to see you； Ma'am。'
Umbridge's office； so very familiar to Harry from his many detentions； was the same as usual except for the large wooden block lying across the front of her desk on which golden letters spelled the word： HEADMISTRESS。 Also； his Firebolt and Fred and George's Cleansweeps； which he saw with a pang； were chained and padlocked to a stout iron peg in the wall behind the desk。
Umbridge was sitting behind the desk； busily scribbling on some of her pink parchment； but she looked up and smiled widely at their entrance。
Thank you； Argus；' she said sweetly。
'Not at all； Ma'am； not at all；' said Filch； bowing as low as his rheumatism would permit； and exiting backwards。
'Sit；' said Umbridge curtly； pointing towards a chair。 Harry sat。 She continued to scribble for a few moments。 He watched some of the foul kittens gambolling around the plates over her head； wondering what fresh horror she had in store for him。
'Well； now；' she said finally； setting down her quill and surveying him placently； like a toad about to swallow a particularly juicy fly。 'What would you like to drink？'
'What？' said Harry； quite sure he had misheard her。
To drink； Mr Potter；' she said； smiling still more widely。 Tea？ Coffee？ Pumpkin juice？'
As she named each drink； she gave her short wand a wave； and a cup or glass of it appeared on her desk。
'Nothing； thank you；' said Harry。
'I wish you to have a drink with me；' she said； her voice being dangerously sweet。 'Choose one。'
'Fine： tea then；' said Harry； shrugging。
She got up and made quite a performance of adding milk with her back to him。 She then bustled around the desk with it； smiling in a sinisterly sweet fashion。
There；' she said； handing it to him。 'Drink it before it gets cold； won't you？ Well； now； Mr Potter： I thought we ought to have a little chat； after the distressing events of last night。'
He said nothing。 She settled herself back into her seat and waited。 When several long moments had passed in silence； she said gaily； 'You're not drinking up！'
He raised the cup to his lips and then； just as suddenly； lowered it。 One of the horrible painted kittens behind Umbridge had great round blue eyes just like Mad…Eye Moody's magical one and it had just occurred to Harry what Mad…Eye would say if he ever heard that Harry had drunk anything offered by a known enemy。
'What's the matter？' said Umbridge； who was still watching him closely。 'Do you want sugar？'
'No；' said Harry。
He raised the cup to his lips again and pretended to take a sip； though keeping his mouth tightly closed。 Umbridge's smile widened。
'Good；' she whispered。 'Very good。 Now then：' She leaned forwards a little。 'Where is Albus Dumbledore？'
'No idea；' said Harry promptly。
'Drink up； drink up；' she said； still smiling。 'Now； Mr Potter； let us not play childish games。 I know that you know where he has gone。 You and Dumbledore have been in this together from the beginning。 Consider your position； Mr Potter：'
'I don't know where he is；' Harry repeated。
He pretended to drink again。 She was watching him very closely。
'Very well；' she said； though she looked displeased。 'In that case； you will kindly tell me the whereabouts of Sirius Black。'
Harry's stomach turned over and his hand holding the teacup shook so that it rattled in its saucer。 He tilted the cup to his mouth with his lips pressed together； so that some of the hot liquid trickled down on to his robes。
'I don't know；' he said； a little too quickly。
'Mr Potter；' said Umbridge； 'let me remind you that it was I who almost caught the criminal Black in the Gryffindor fire in October。 I know perfectly well it was you he was meeting and if I had had any proof neither of you would be at large today； I promise you。 I repeat； Mr Potter： where is Sirius Black？'
'No idea；' said Harry loudly。 'Haven't got a clue。'
They stared at each other so long that Harry felt his eyes watering。 Then Umbridge stood up。
'Very well； Potter； I will take your word for it this time； but be warned： the might of the Ministry stands behind me。 All channels of munication in and out of this school are being monitored。 A Floo Network Regulator is keeping watch over every fire in Hogwarts … except my own； of course。 My Inquisitorial Squad is opening and reading all owl post entering and leaving the castle。 And Mr Filch is observing all secret passages in and out of the castle。 If I find a shred of evidence：'
BOOM！
The very floor of the office shook。 Umbridge slipped sideways； clutching her desk for support； and looking shocked。
'What was …？'
She was gazing towards the door。 Harry took the opportunity to empty his almost…full cup of tea into the nearest vase of dried flowers。 He could hear people running and screaming several floors below。
'Back to lunch you go； Potter！' cried Umbridge； raising her wand and dashing out of the office。 Harry gave her a few seconds' start； then hurried after her to see what the source of all the uproar was。
It was not difficult to find。 One floor down； pandemonium reigned。 Somebody （and Harry had a very shrewd idea who） had set off what seemed to be an enormous crate of enchanted fireworks。
Dragons prised entirely of green and gold sparks were soaring up and down the corridors； emitting loud fiery blasts and bangs as they went； shocking…pink Catherine wheels five feet in diameter were whizzing lethally through the air like so many flying saucers； rockets with long tails of brilliant silver stars were ricocheting off the walls； sparklers were writing swear words in midair of their own accord； firecrackers were exploding like mines everywhere Harry looked； and instead of burning themselves out； fading from sight or fizzling to a halt； these pyrotechnical miracles seemed to be gaining in energy and momentum the longer he watched。
Filch and Umbridge were standing； apparently transfixed in horror； halfway down the stairs。 As Harry watched； one of the larger Catherine wheels seemed to decide that what it needed was more room to manoeuvre； it whirled towards Umbridge and Filch with a sinister 'wheeeeeeeeee'。 They both yelled with fright and ducked； and it soared straight out of the window behind them and off across the grounds。 Meanwhile； several of the dragons and a large purple bat that was smoking ominously took advantage of the open door at the end of the corridor to escape towards the second floor。
'Hurry； Filch； hurry！' shrieked Umbridge； 'they'll be all over the school unless we do something … Stupefy！'
A jet of red light shot out of the end of her wand and hit one of the rockets。 Instead of freezing in midair； it exploded with such force that it blasted a hole in a painting of a soppy…looking witch in the middle of a meadow； she ran for it just in time； reappearing seconds later squashed into the next painting； where a couple of wizards playing cards stood up hastily to make room for her。
'Don't Stun them； Filch！' shouted Umbridge angrily； for all the world as though it had been his incantation。
'Right you are；