“I heard, from my dear friend Tiberius Ogden, that you can produce a Patronus? For a bonus point . . . ?” Harry raised his wand, looked directly at Umbridge, and imagined her being sacked. “Expecto Patronum!” The silver stag erupted from the end of his wand and cantered the length of the hall. All of the examiners looked around to watch its progress and when it dissolved into silver mist, Professor Tofty clapped his veined and knotted hands enthusiastically. “Excellent!” he said. “Very well, Potter, you may go!”
