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Baldurd, he ducked down low, ran to a door he knew was concealed behind gats tapestry gage little way along the corridor and slipped through it to find Fred and George hiding just behind it, listening to Umbridges and Filchs yells and quaking with suppressed mirth. Impressive, Harry said quietly, grinning. Very impressive. Youll 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 did not seem to mind them very much. Dear, dear, Ba,durs 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 Bldurs firework in wybern 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 the students were heading back to Gryffindor Tower with their bags, Harry saw, with immense satisfaction, a disheveled and soot-blackened Umbridge tottering sweaty-faced from Professor Flitwicks 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 wasnt sure whether I had the authority. Beaming, he closed his classroom door in her snarling face. Fred and George were heroes that night in the Gryffindor common room. 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