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'The Minister's statement was met with dismay and alarm from the wizarding munity； which as recently as last Wednesday was receiving Ministry assurances that there was 〃no truth whatsoever in these persistent rumours that You…Know…Who is operating amongst us once more〃。
'Details of the events that led to the Ministry turnaround are still hazy； though it is believed that He Who Must Not Be Named and a select band of followers （known as Death Eaters） gained entry to the Ministry of Magic itself on Thursday evening。
'Albus Dumbledore； newly reinstated Headmaster of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry； reinstated member of the International Confederation of Wizards and reinstated Chief Warlock of the Wizengamot； has so far been unavailable for ment。 He has insisted over the past year that You…Know…Who is not dead； as was widely hoped and believed； but is recruiting followers once more for afresh attempt to seize power。 Meanwhile； the 〃Boy Who Lived〃 …
'There you are； Harry； I knew they'd drag you into it somehow；' said Hermione； looking over the top of the paper at him。
They were in the hospital wing。 Harry was sitting on the end of Ron's bed and they were both listening to Hermione read the front page of the Sunday Prophet。 Ginny； whose ankle had been mended in a trice by Madam Pomfrey； was curled up at the foot of Hermione's bed； Neville； whose nose had likewise been returned to its normal size and shape； was in a chair between the two beds； and Luna； who had dropped in to visit； clutching the latest edition of The Quibbler； was reading the magazine upside…down and apparently not taking in a word Hermione was saying。
'He's the 〃boy who lived〃 again now； though； isn't he？' said Ron darkly。 'Not such a deluded show…off any more； eh？'
He helped himself to a handful of Chocolate Frogs from the immense pile on his bedside cabinet； threw a few to Harry； Ginny and Neville and ripped off the wrapper of his own with his teeth。 There were still deep welts on his forearms where the brain's tentacles had wrapped around him。 According to Madam Pomfrey； thoughts could leave deeper scarring than almost anything else； though since she had started applying copious amounts of Dr Ubbly's Oblivious Unction there seemed to have been some improvement。
'Yes； they're very plimentary about you now； Harry；' said Hermione； scanning down the article。 'A lone voice of truth： perceived as unbalanced； yet never wavered in his story： forced to bear ridicule and slander：' Hmmm；' she said； frowning； 'I notice they don't mention the fact that it was them doing all the ridiculing and slandering in the Prophet：'
She winced slightly and put a hand to her ribs。 The curse Dolohov had used on her； though less effective than it would have been had he been able to say the incantation aloud； had nevertheless caused； in Madam Pomfrey's words； 'quite enough damage
to be going on with'。 Hermione was having to take ten different types of potion every day； was improving greatly； and was already bored with the hospital wing。
'You…Know…Who's Last Attempt to Take Over； pages two to four； What the Ministry Should Have Told Us； page five； Why Nobody Listened to Albus Dumbledore； pages six to eight； Exclusive Interview with Harry Potter； page nine： Well；' said Hermione； folding up the newspaper and throwing it aside； 'it's certainly given them lots to write about。 And that interview with Harry isn't exclusive； it's the one that was in The Quibbler months ago：'
'Daddy sold it to them；' said Luna vaguely； turning a page of The Quibbler。 'He got a very good price for it； too； so we're going to go on an expedition to Sweden this summer to see if we can catch a Crumple…Horned Snorkack。'
Hermione seemed to struggle with herself for a moment； then said； 'That sounds lovely'。
Ginny caught Harry's eye and looked away quickly； grinning。
'So； anyway；' said Hermione； sitting up a little straighter and wincing again； 'what's going on in school？'
'Well； Flitwick's got rid of Fred and George's swamp；' said Ginny； 'he did it in about three seconds。 But he left a tiny patch under the window and he's roped it off … '
Why？' said Hermione； looking startled。
'Oh； he just says it was a really good bit of magic；' said Ginny； shrugging。
'I think he left it as a monument to Fred and George；' said Ron； through a mouthful of chocolate。 'They sent me all these； you know；' he told Harry； pointing at the small mountain of Frogs beside him。 'Must be doing all right out of that joke shop； eh？'
Hermione looked rather disapproving and asked； 'So has all the trouble stopped now Dumbledore's back？'
'Yes；' said Neville； 'everything's settled right back to normal。'
'I's'pose Filch is happy； is he？' asked Ron； propping a Chocolate Frog Card featuring Dumbledore against his water jug。
'Not at all；' said Ginny 'He's really； really miserable； actually：' She lowered her voice to a whisper。 'He keeps saying Umbridge was the best thing that ever happened to Hogwarts：
All six of them looked around。 Professor Umbridge was lying in a bed opposite them； gazing up at the ceiling。 Dumbledore had strode alone into the Forest to rescue her from the centaurs； how he had done it … how he had emerged from the trees supporting Professor Umbridge without so much as a scratch on him … nobody knew； and Umbridge was certainly not telling。 Since she had returned to the castle she had not； as far as any of them knew； uttered a single word。 Nobody really knew what was wrong with her； either。 Her usually neat mousy hair was very untidy and there were still bits of twigs and leaves in it； but otherwise she seemed to be quite unscathed。
'Madam Pomfrey says she's just in shock；' whispered Hermione。
'Sulking； more like；' said Ginny
'Yeah； she shows signs of life if you do this；' said Ron； and with his tongue he made soft clip…clopping noises。 Umbridge sat bolt upright； looking around wildly。
'Anything wrong； Professor？' called Madam Pomfrey； poking her head around her office door。
'No： no：' said Umbridge； sinking back into her pillows。 'No； I must have been dreaming：'
Hermione and Ginny muffled their laughter in the bedclothes。
'Speaking of centaurs；' said Hermione； when she had recovered a little； 'who's Divination teacher now？ Is Firenze staying？'
'He's got to；' said Harry； 'the other centaurs won't take him back； will they？'
'It looks like he and Trelawney are both going to teach；' said Ginny
'Bet Dumbledore wishes he could've got rid of Trelawney for good；' said Ron； now munching on his fourteenth Frog。 'Mind you； the whole subject's useless if you ask me； Firenze isn't a lot better：'
'How can you say that？' Hermione demanded。 'After we've just found out that there are real prophecies？'
Harry's heart began to race。 He had not told Ron； Hermione or anyone else what the prophecy had contained。 Neville had told them it had smashed while Harry was pulling him up the steps in the Death Room and Harry had not yet cor