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He said nothing。 She settled herself back into her seat and waited。 When several long moments had passed in silence； she said gaily； 'You're not drinking up！'
He raised the cup to his lips and then； just as suddenly； lowered it。 One of the horrible painted kittens behind Umbridge had great round blue eyes just like Mad…Eye Moody's magical one and it had just occurred to Harry what Mad…Eye would say if he ever heard that Harry had drunk anything offered by a known enemy。
'What's the matter？' said Umbridge； who was still watching him closely。 'Do you want sugar？'
'No；' said Harry。
He raised the cup to his lips again and pretended to take a sip； though keeping his mouth tightly closed。 Umbridge's smile widened。
'Good；' she whispered。 'Very good。 Now then：' She leaned forwards a little。 'Where is Albus Dumbledore？'
'No idea；' said Harry promptly。
'Drink up； drink up；' she said； still smiling。 'Now； Mr Potter； let us not play childish games。 I know that you know where he has gone。 You and Dumbledore have been in this together from the beginning。 Consider your position； Mr Potter：'
'I don't know where he is；' Harry repeated。
He pretended to drink again。 She was watching him very closely。
'Very well；' she said； though she looked displeased。 'In that case； you will kindly tell me the whereabouts of Sirius Black。'
Harry's stomach turned over and his hand holding the teacup shook so that it rattled in its saucer。 He tilted the cup to his mouth with his lips pressed together； so that some of the hot liquid trickled down on to his robes。
'I don't know；' he said； a little too quickly。
'Mr Potter；' said Umbridge； 'let me remind you that it was I who almost caught the criminal Black in the Gryffindor fire in October。 I know perfectly well it was you he was meeting and if I had had any proof neither of you would be at large today； I promise you。 I repeat； Mr Potter： where is Sirius Black？'
'No idea；' said Harry loudly。 'Haven't got a clue。'
They stared at each other so long that Harry felt his eyes watering。 Then Umbridge stood up。
'Very well； Potter； I will take your word for it this time； but be warned： the might of the Ministry stands behind me。 All channels of munication in and out of this school are being monitored。 A Floo Network Regulator is keeping watch over every fire in Hogwarts … except my own； of course。 My Inquisitorial Squad is opening and reading all owl post entering and leaving the castle。 And Mr Filch is observing all secret passages in and out of the castle。 If I find a shred of evidence：'
BOOM！
The very floor of the office shook。 Umbridge slipped sideways； clutching her desk for support； and looking shocked。
'What was …？'
She was gazing towards the door。 Harry took the opportunity to empty his almost…full cup of tea into the nearest vase of dried flowers。 He could hear people running and screaming several floors below。
'Back to lunch you go； Potter！' cried Umbridge； raising her wand and dashing out of the office。 Harry gave her a few seconds' start； then hurried after her to see what the source of all the uproar was。
It was not difficult to find。 One floor down； pandemonium reigned。 Somebody （and Harry had a very shrewd idea who） had set off what seemed to be an enormous crate of enchanted fireworks。
Dragons prised entirely of green and gold sparks were soaring up and down the corridors； emitting loud fiery blasts and bangs as they went； shocking…pink Catherine wheels five feet in diameter were whizzing lethally through the air like so many flying saucers； rockets with long tails of brilliant silver stars were ricocheting off the walls； sparklers were writing swear words in midair of their own accord； firecrackers were exploding like mines everywhere Harry looked； and instead of burning themselves out； fading from sight or fizzling to a halt； these pyrotechnical miracles seemed to be gaining in energy and momentum the longer he watched。
Filch and Umbridge were standing； apparently transfixed in horror； halfway down the stairs。 As Harry watched； one of the larger Catherine wheels seemed to decide that what it needed was more room to manoeuvre； it whirled towards Umbridge and Filch with a sinister 'wheeeeeeeeee'。 They both yelled with fright and ducked； and it soared straight out of the window behind them and off across the grounds。 Meanwhile； several of the dragons and a large purple bat that was smoking ominously took advantage of the open door at the end of the corridor to escape towards the second floor。
'Hurry； Filch； hurry！' shrieked Umbridge； 'they'll be all over the school unless we do something … Stupefy！'
A jet of red light shot out of the end of her wand and hit one of the rockets。 Instead of freezing in midair； it exploded with such force that it blasted a hole in a painting of a soppy…looking witch in the middle of a meadow； she ran for it just in time； reappearing seconds later squashed into the next painting； where a couple of wizards playing cards stood up hastily to make room for her。
'Don't Stun them； Filch！' shouted Umbridge angrily； for all the world as though it had been his incantation。
'Right you are； Headmistress！' wheezed Filch； who as a Squib could no more have Stunned the fireworks than swallowed them。 He dashed to a nearby cupboard； pulled out a broom and began swatting at the fireworks in midair； within seconds the head of the broom was ablaze。
Harry had seen enough； laughing； he ducked down low； ran to a door he knew was concealed behind a tapestry a little way along the corridor and slipped through it to find Fred and George hiding just behind it； listening to Umbridge and Filch's yells and quaking with suppressed mirth。
'Impressive；' Harry said quietly； grinning。 'Very impressive： you'll put Dr Filibuster out of business； no problem：'
'Cheers；' whispered George； wiping tears of laughter from his face。 'Oh； I hope she tries Vanishing them next： they multiply by ten every time you try。'
The fireworks continued to burn and to spread all over the school that afternoon。 Though they caused plenty of disruption； particularly the firecrackers； the other teachers didn't seem to mind them very much。
'Dear； dear；' said Professor McGonagall sardonically； as one of the dragons soared around her classroom； emitting loud bangs and exhaling flame。 'Miss Brown； would you mind running along to the Headmistress and informing her that we have an escaped firework in our classroom？'
The upshot of it all was that Professor Umbridge spent her first afternoon as Headmistress running all over the school answering the summonses of the other teachers； none of whom seemed able to rid their rooms of the fireworks without her。 When the final bell rang and they were heading back to Gryffindor Tower with their bags； Harry saw； with immense satisfaction； a dishevelled and soot…blackened Umbridge tottering sweaty…faced from Professor Flitwick's classroom。
Thank you so much； Professor！' said Professor Flitwick in his squeaky little voice。 'I could have got rid of the sparklers myself； of course； but I wasn't sure whether or not I had the authority。'
Beaming； he closed his classroom door in her snarling face。
Fred and George were heroes that night in the Gryffindor mon room。 Even Hermione fought her way through the excited crowd to congratulate them。
They were wonderful fireworks；' she said admiringly。
Thanks；' said George； looking both surprised and pleased。 'Weasleys' Wildfire Whiz…bangs。 Only thing is； we used our whole stock； we're going to have to start again from scratch now。'
'It was worth it； though；' said Fred； who was taking orders from clamouring Gryffindors。 'If you want to add your name to the waiting list； Hermione； it's five Galleons for your Basic Blaze box and twenty for the Deflagration Deluxe：'
Hermione returned to the table where Harry and Ron were sitting staring at their schoolbags as though hoping their homework would spring out and start doing itself。
'Oh； why don't we have a night off？' said Hermione brightly； as a silver…tailed Weasley rocket zoomed past the window。 'After all； the Easter holidays start on Friday； we'll have plenty of time then。'
'Are you feeling all right？' Ron asked； staring at her in disbelief。
'Now you mention it；' said Hermione happily； 'd'you know： I think I'm feeling a bit： rebellious。'
Harry could still hear the distant bangs of escaped firecrackers when he and Ron went up to bed an hour later； and as he got undressed a sparkler floated past the tower； still resolutely spelling out the word FOO'。
He got into bed； yawning。 With his glasses off； the occasional firework passing the window had bee blurred； looking like sparkling clouds； beautiful and mysterious against the black sky。 He turned on to his side； wondering how Umbridge was feeling about her first day in Dumbledore's job； and how Fudge would react when he heard that the school had spent most of the day in a state of advanced disruption。 Smiling to himself； Harry closed his eyes：
The whizzes and bangs of escaped fireworks in the grounds seemed