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by
J.K. Rowling
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February 11, 2025
Ordinary Wizarding Level: the Draught of Peace, a potion to calm anxiety and soothe agitation.
Imagine?!
“Poisonous toadstools don’t change their spots,” said Ron sagely.
“Students raise their hands when they wish to speak in my class, Mr. —
Bitch..
“extremely dangerous half-breeds.”
Don't talk about Professor Lupin, TRAMP!
“maybe Lord Voldemort?”
Right.
“Do you really think this is about truth or lies? It’s about keeping your head down and your temper under control!”
Right!
“You’re going to be using a rather special one of mine. Here you are.”
I swear this is my least favorite part. Don't do that to me.
She moved toward him, stretching out her short be-ringed fingers for his arm. And then, as she took hold of him to examine the words now cut into his skin, pain seared, not across the back of his hand, but across the scar on his forehead. At the same time, he had a most peculiar sensation somewhere around his midriff.
WHAT?!
“Sorry I was a bit short with you earlier, Potter,”
A bit?!
Harry could not see why; he was perfectly entitled to walk up to the Owlery on a Saturday morning.
Didn't they tell you not to?
I urge you to speak to Dolores Umbridge, a really delightful woman, who I know will be only too happy to advise you.
WHAT?!
“You’re less like your father than I thought,” he said finally, a definite coolness in his voice. “The risk would’ve been what made it fun for James.”
That’s how Dolores Umbridge came to be appointed to the teaching staff at Hogwarts,’
“She’s been a WHAT?” said Harry loudly.
Right!
“I got a P,”
Damn
mystic
“Yeah, Quirrell was a great teacher,” said Harry loudly, “there was just that minor drawback of him having Lord Voldemort sticking out of the back of his head.”
Tell that bitch, Harry!!
“Could we have . . . twenty-five butterbeers, please?”
I fucking love Fred.
“Because Lord Voldemort’s back.”
Finally
demanded Terry Boot.
Terry settle down
Any student found to have formed, or to belong to, an Organization, Society, Team, Group, or Club that has not been approved by the High Inquisitor will be expelled.
This bitch is crazy
“Bear in mind,” she said quickly and quietly, her eyes on the scroll in his hand, “that channels of communication in and out of Hogwarts may be being watched, won’t you?”
A split second later he realized that Neville had just charged past him, heading straight for Malfoy. “Neville, no!” Harry leapt forward and seized the back of Neville’s robes; Neville struggled frantically, his fists flailing, trying desperately to get at Malfoy who looked, for a moment, extremely shocked.
OKAY NEVILLE!!!!
“You applied first for the Defense Against the Dark Arts post, I believe?” Professor Umbridge asked Snape. “Yes,” said Snape quietly. “But you were unsuccessful?” Snape’s lip curled. “Obviously.” Professor Umbridge scribbled on her clipboard.
Lol the infamous scene.
“You’ve got a lot to learn, Hermione.”
Sloth Grip Roll
Ron said, sounding both scared and impressed. “Harry, you’re reading You-Know-Who’s mind. . . .”
“She still does not care for clothes, Harry Potter. Nor do the other house-elves. None of them will clean Gryffindor Tower anymore, not with the hats and socks hidden everywhere, they finds them insulting, sir.
It is known by us as the Come and Go Room, sir, or else as the Room of Requirement!”
seventh floor opposite that tapestry of Barnabas the Barmy being clubbed by those trolls.
“I solemnly swear that I am up to no good.”
<3
Predictably, Neville was left partnerless.
Leave my boy alone.
“I DID IT!” said Neville gleefully. “I’ve never done it before — I DID IT!”
“How come you’re not in Ravenclaw?” he demanded, staring at Hermione with something close to wonder. “With brains like yours?”
Right.
“Warrington’s aim’s so pathetic I’d be more worried if he was aiming for the person next to me,”
Lee
<3
Weasley cannot save a thing, He cannot block a single ring, That’s why Slytherins all sing: Weasley is our King. Weasley was born in a bin, He always lets the Quaffle in, Weasley will make sure we win, Weasley is our King.
“you can remember what your mother’s house stank like, Potter, and Weasley’s pigsty reminds you of it —”
With no time to draw out his wand, he merely drew back the fist clutching the Snitch and sank it as hard as he could into Malfoy’s stomach
YES!!
“Not another one!” exclaimed Professor McGonagall violently.
LOL
“Hagrid’s back.”
Ron had grown so much he now needed to crouch to prevent his feet showing
Mmm tall boy, too?!
“That night a fight broke out, we saw it from the mouth of our cave, lookin’ down on the valley. Went on fer hours, yeh wouldn’ believe the noise. An’ when the sun came up the snow was scarlet an’ his head was lyin’ at the bottom o’ the lake.”
WHAT?!
“Mountain scenery?” said Umbridge swiftly.
Bitch how'd you know? Lol
“The Ministry is determined to weed out unsatisfactory teachers, Hagrid. Good night.”
“Mind yer own business!” said Hagrid,
Tell him Hagrid!
“The only people who can see thestrals,” she said, “are people who have seen death.”
mean, a dog’ll bite if yeh bait it, won’ it —
Right.
“Do you find,” said Professor Umbridge in a ringing voice to Pansy Parkinson, “that you are able to understand Professor Hagrid when he talks?”
Don't piss me off Umbridge!
HAVE A VERY HARRY CHRISTMAS!
Dobby (':
