Chapter 935 (1/2)

”What's the matter here?”

Said a hypocritical, sweet, maiden voice. Harry looked up and filled his hands with letters. Professor Umbridge stood behind Fred and Luna, her toad like eyes darting across the huge pile of owls and letters on the table in front of Harry.

Behind her, he saw many students eagerly watching.

”Why do you have so many letters, Potter?” She said slowly.

”Is it against the law, Professor Umbridge?” Fanlin said plainly, ”just because of receiving the letter? Does that disturb your rest time

”Be careful, Al, or I'll put you in jail,” Umbridge said.

”But in fact, Professor Umbridge, Hogwarts, can get owl letters at any time except during class hours.”

”I'm asking, Al!” Umbridge said impatiently, ”if you're going on...”

”I'm just reminding you, Professor...” ”There's always going to be some consequences,” Van Lin said

”Are you threatening me?”

”It's just a kind reminder, Professor...”

”Thank you for your concern, but this sentence should be given to you to live, so Potter

Harry hesitated, but he couldn't keep it a secret. Umbridge would soon find a wizard's weekly.

”People wrote to me because I had an interview.” Harry said, ”about what happened last June.” For some reason, as he said this, he looked at the faculty's desk.

Harry had a strange feeling that Dumbledore had been watching him before, but when he looked at the headmaster, he seemed to be engrossed in a conversation with Professor flyaway.

”Interview?” ”What do you mean?” Umbridge repeated, her voice louder and louder than usual

”I mean, a reporter asked me questions and I answered them.” Harry said, ”here it is -” he threw wizardry weekly to her, and she grabbed it and glared at the cover. Her pale face turned into an ugly purple.

”When did you do it?” She asked, her voice trembling slightly.

”Last Hogsmeade weekend,” said Harry. She looked at him with a sort of feverish rage, and the magazine swayed between her thick, short fingers.