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'And she thought Hagrid was putting Nifflers in her office；' piped up Katie Bell。
'Oh； blimey；' said Lee Jordan； covering his mouth。 'It's me who's been putting the Nifflers in her office。 Fred and George left me a couple； I've been levitating them in through her window。'
'She'd have sacked him anyway' said Dean。 'He was too close to Dumbledore。'
That's true；' said Harry； sinking into an armchair beside Hermione's。
'I just hope Professor McGonagall's all right；' said Lavender tearfully。
They carried her back up to the castle； we watched through the dormitory window；' said Colin Creevey 'She didn't look very well。'
'Madam Pomfrey will sort her out；' said Alicia Spinnet firmly。 'She's never failed yet。'
It was nearly four in the morning before the mon room cleared。 Harry felt wide awake； the image of Hagrid sprinting away into the dark was haunting him； he was so angry with Umbridge he could not think of a punishment bad enough for her； though Ron's suggestion of having her fed to a box of starving Blast…Ended Skrewts had its merits。 He fell asleep contemplating hideous revenges and arose from bed three hours later feeling distinctly unrested。
Their final exam； History of Magic； was not to take place until that afternoon。 Harry would very much have liked to go back to bed after breakfast； but he had been counting on the morning for a spot of last…minute revision； so instead he sat with his head in his hands by the mon…room window； trying hard not to doze off as he read through some of the three…and…a…half…feet…high stack of notes that Hermione had lent him。
The fifth…years entered the Great Hall at two o'clock and took their places in front of their face…down examination papers。 Harry felt exhausted。 He just wanted this to be over； so that he could go and sleep； then tomorrow； he and Ron were going to go down to the Quidditch pitch … he was going to have a fly on Ron's broom … and savour their freedom from revision。
Turn over your papers；' said Professor Marchbanks from the front of the Hall； flicking over the giant hour…glass。 'You may begin。'
Harry stared fixedly at the first question。 It was several seconds before it occurred to him that he had not taken in a word of it； there was a wasp buzzing distractingly against one of the high windows。 Slowly； tortuously； he at last began to write an answer。
He was finding it very difficult to remember names and kept confusing dates。 He simply skipped question four （In your opinion； did wand legislation contribute to； or lead to better control of； goblin riots of the eighteenth century？）； thinking that he would go back to it if he had time at the end。 He had a stab at question five （How was the Statute of Secrecy breached in I749 and what measures were introduced to prevent a recurrence？） but had a nagging suspicion that he had missed several important points； he had a feeling vampires had e into the story somewhere。
He looked ahead for a question he could definitely answer and his eyes alighted upon number ten： Describe the circumstances that led to the formation of the International Confederation of Wizards and explain why the warlocks of Liechtenstein refused to join。
I know this； Harry thought； though his brain felt torpid and slack。 He could visualise a heading； in Hermione's handwriting： The formation of the International Confederation of Wizards： he had read those notes only this morning。
He began to write； looking up now and again to check the large hour…glass on the desk beside Professor Marchbanks。 He was sitting right behind Parvati Patil； whose long dark hair fell below the back of her chair。 Once or twice he found himself staring at the tiny golden lights that glistened in it when she moved her head slightly； and had to give his own head a little shake to clear it。
： the first Supreme Mugwump of the International Confederation of Wizards was Pierre Bonaccord； but his appointment was contested by the wizarding munity of Liechtenstein； because …
All around Harry quills were scratching on parchment like scurrying； burrowing rats。 The sun was very hot on the back of his head。 What was it that Bonaccord had done to offend the wizards of Liechtenstein？ Harry had a feeling it had something to do with trolls： he gazed blankly at the back of Parvati's head again。 If he could only perform Legilimency and open a window in the back of her head and see what it was about trolls that had caused the breach between Pierre Bonaccord and Liechtenstein：
Harry closed his eyes and buried his face in his hands； so that the glowing red of his eyelids grew dark and cool。 Bonaccord had wanted to stop troll…hunting and give the trolls rights： but Liechtenstein was having problems with a tribe of particularly vicious mountain trolls： that was it。
He opened his eyes； they stung and watered at the sight of the blazing white parchment。 Slowly； he wrote two lines about the trolls； then read through what he had done so far。 It did not seem very informative or detailed； yet he was sure Hermione's notes on the Confederation had gone on for pages and pages。
He closed his eyes again； trying to see them； trying to remember： the Confederation had met for the first time in France； yes； he had written that already：
Goblins had tried to attend and been ousted： he had written that； too：
And nobody from Liechtenstein had wanted to e：
Think； he told himself； his face in his hands； while all around him quills scratched out never…ending answers and the sand trickled through the hour…glass at the front：
He was walking along the cool； dark corridor to the Department of Mysteries again； walking with a firm and purposeful tread； breaking occasionally into a run； determined to reach his destination at last： the black door swung open for him as usual； and here he was in the circular room with its many doors：
Straight across the stone floor and through the second door： patches of dancing light on the walls and floor and that odd mechanical clicking； but no time to explore； he must hurry：
He jogged the last few feet to the third door； which swung open just like the others：
Once again he was in the cathedral…sized room full of shelves and glass spheres： his heart was beating very fast now： he was going to get there this time： when he reached number ninety…seven he turned left and hurried along the aisle between two rows：
But there was a shape on the floor at the very end； a black shape moving on the floor like a wounded animal： Harry's stomach contracted with fear： with excitement：
A voice issued from his own mouth； a high； cold voice empty of any human kindness：
Take it for me： lift it down； now： I cannot touch it： but you can
The black shape on the floor shifted a little。 Harry saw a long…fingered white hand clutching a wand rise at the end of his own arm： heard the high； cold voice say 'Crucio！'
The man on the floor let out a scream of pain； attempted to stand but fell back； writhing。 Harry was laughing。 He raised his wand； the curse lifted and the figure groaned and became motionless。
'Lord Voldemo