94 hp Diagon Alley

struggle, and say, "That sounds really good."

Ginny caught Harry's eye, turned away quickly, and grinned.

"It seems that you are recovering well." A melon head emerged from behind the door of the medical wing.

"Except for me, Gwen." Ron raised his arm in protest, "Madam Pomfrey said that in addition to the tentacles of my brain, I was also injured by the explosion..."

"Fred and George back?" Ginny interrupted her brother impatiently, changing the subject.

"I just sent them back to Diagon Alley from the fireplace." Gwen said with a smile. "Ron, I promise to aim next time and try to blow up only your nails."

"So, at the end of the day," said Hermione, sitting up a little more upright, but shrinking back, "how's the school going?"

"Flitwick removed Fred and George's swamp," Ginny said. "It only took about three seconds, but he left a small piece under the window and roped it around..."

"Why?" Hermione asked in surprise.

"Oh, he just said it was a great little piece of magic," Ginny said, shrugging.

"I think he kept that one as a memory of Fred and George," Gwen said proudly.

Ron murmured too, even though his mouth was full of chocolate. "They brought me these, look," he said to Harry, pointing to the hill of chocolate frogs beside him, "their joke shop must be doing quite well, eh?"

Hermione looked a little disapprovingly, and asked, "Since Dumbledore is back, are all the troubles gone?"

"Yes," said Neville, "everything is back to normal."

"I guess Filch must be happy?" Ron asked, leaning a Dumbledore's Chocolate Frog card against his water jug.

"It's not like that at all," said Ginny, "actually he was really, really disappointed..." she said, lowering her voice, "he kept saying that Umbridge was the worst thing that ever happened at Hogwarts." A great thing…”

The seven of them looked back together. Professor Umbridge was lying on the bed opposite them, staring blankly at the ceiling.Dumbledore went into the woods alone and rescued her from the centaurs; as to how he did it - how he managed to get Professor Umbridge out of the forest unscathed - —nobody knew, and certainly Umbridge wouldn't.She had not spoken a word, so far as they knew, since her return to the castle.No one knew what was wrong with her.Her normally neat gray-brown hair was now disheveled, with tiny twigs and leaves between it, but she didn't look like she was hurt at all.

"Madam Pomfrey said she was just freaked out," Hermione whispered.

"It's more like pissed off," Gwen said.

"Yeah, she'll move, if you try it that way." Ron said, making a soft horseshoe-like sound with his tongue.Umbridge sat up straight with a jerk, looking around in panic.

"What's the matter, Professor?" Madam Pomfrey asked loudly, poking her head out of her office.

"No...nothing..." Umbridge said hurriedly, burying his head in her pillow again, "nothing, I must be dreaming..."

Hermione and Ginny laughed muffled in the mattress.Gwen was asking Ron how to make that sound.

The one who learned faster than her was Sirius.St. Mungo's therapists were also helpless with his symptoms, believing that his magic and abilities were completely unaffected, but that his soul had been eroded—"half of his soul was stripped away." The one with the thick eyes baldness therapist says.

Now that St. Mungo couldn't help much, and Harry became unruly as soon as he was out of Sirius' sight.Dumbledore gave him a privilege again, allowing Sirius to recuperate in the medical wing for a period of time until the end of the semester, and Harry could take him back to NO.12, Grimmauld Place.Of course, the Boy Who Lived had to go to Privet Drive for a fortnight.

Now, the innocent Sirius has found new ways to entertain himself.It is to make the sound of horseshoes from time to time to scare Umbridge on the opposite side.It seemed to bring him great pleasure.

Even on Sunday, the castle seemed too quiet.It looked like everyone was out and out on the sunny grounds enjoying the relief of post-exams and the absence of classes and homework for the last few days of term.Harry walked slowly down the empty corridor, staring out the window; he could see groups of people floating above the Quidditch pitch, and two students swimming in the lake with a giant squid.

He found it difficult to decide whether he wanted to be with people; when he was with them, he wanted to go away; but when he was alone, he wanted to be with him.However, he thought maybe he should really go find a ghost, try to find some way to bring back Sirius' lost soul... Harry had just walked down the last marble steps, and when he entered the doorway, Malfoy, Clara Boo, and Goyle were coming out the door to the Slytherin Common Room on the right.He stopped abruptly, and so did they.At the moment, the only sound here is the shouting, laughing and splashing of water from the field through the open front door.

Malfoy glanced around - Harry knew he was looking for the teacher - then returned his gaze to Harry and whispered, "You're dead, Potter."

Harry raised his eyebrows. "That's funny," he said, "you should think I'm here for you..."

Harry had never seen Malfoy so annoyed.He looked angrier than ever, and Harry felt a pang of pleasure looking at his pale, wrath-contorted face. "You'll pay," said Malfoy, his voice barely above a whisper, "I'll make you pay for what you did to my father…"

"Yeah, I'm so scared right now," said Harry wryly. "I guess Voldemort is just a warm-up program compared to the three of you—what's the matter?" He saw Malfoy, Crabbe, and Goyle Horrified at the name, he added, "Isn't he your father's buddy? You ain't afraid of him, are you?"

"You think you're some great big shot, Potter?" Malfoy said, closing in on Harry. "You wait, I'll make you pay. There's no way you're going to send my father to prison—"

"I think I've done it," said Harry.

"The dementors have left Azkaban," Malfoy said softly, "my dad, and others will be out soon..."

"Fine, I hope they'll come out soon," said Harry, "but at least now everyone knows what scumbags they are—"

Malfoy's hand quickly reached for his wand, but Harry's was even faster, and Malfoy's wand was out before Malfoy could get his fingers into the pockets of his robes.

"Potter!" came the voice from the other side of the porch.Snape showed up on the stairs leading to his office, and seeing him, Harry's teeth itch with hatred, a feeling that went far beyond Malfoy...no matter what Dumbledore said, he wouldn't forgive Snape. Nepe.

"What are you doing, Potter?" said Snape, striding towards the four of them, his tone as cold as ever.

"I was wondering what spell to cast on Malfoy, sir," said Harry angrily.

Snape glared at Harry.

"Put away your wand at once," he snapped, "ten points from Gryffindor—"

Snape looked at the huge hourglass on the wall and smiled contemptuously.

"Ah, I see that there are no points left in the Gryffindor hourglass. In that case, Potter, we'll have to—"

"Add some points?"

Professor McGonagall was walking on the stone steps into the castle. She was carrying a tartan travel bag in one hand and leaning on a cane with the other hand, but she looked quite good.

"Professor McGonagall!" Snape said, walking up to meet him. "It seems that you just came out of St. Mungo's Hospital for Magical Injuries and Wounds!"

"Yes, Professor Snape," said Professor McGonagall, shaking off his traveling cloak, "I look completely new. You two - Crabbe - Goyle -" she greeted them both commandingly In the past, the two of them dawdled and shuffled up to her. "Here," said Professor McGonagall, stuffing the travel bag into Crabbe's arms and the cloak into Goyle's arms, "take these to my office."

They both turned and went up the marble steps and staggered away.

"Next," said Professor McGonagall, looking up at the hourglass on the wall, "well, I think Potter and his friends should get fifty points each. Because they remind everyone that You-Know-Who is back! You see How is it, Professor Snape?"

"What?" asked Snape, startled, and Harry thought he must have heard clearly. "Oh - well - I think..."

"Then, fifty points each for Potter, the Weasleys, Miss Ollivander, Longbottom, and Miss Granger." Professor McGonagall was speaking, and a large pile of rubies fell into the Gryffindor hourglass in the ball below. "Oh—and Lovegood's fifty points, I think," she added, as some sapphires fell into Ravenclaw's hourglass, "and now you're taking Potter's ten, I think , Si