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Hermione looked somewhat unconvinced and asked, "Now that Dumbledore is back, does that mean all the trouble is over?"

"Yeah," Neville said. "Everything's back to normal."

"I bet Filch is pretty happy, then?"

Ron asked, propping a Dumbledore Chocolate Frog card against his water bottle.

Although he had accidentally guessed the truth, it was not the truth everyone thought it was.

"Not at all,"

Ginny said. "Actually, he's really, really disappointed..."

Lowering her voice, she said, "He keeps saying Umbridge was the best thing that ever happened in Hogwarts' history..."

All six of them turned to look. Professor Umbridge was lying in the bed opposite them, staring blankly at the ceiling.

Dumbledore had gone alone into the forest and rescued her from the centaurs;

As for how he had done it—how he had brought Professor Umbridge out of the forest without suffering so much as a scratch—nobody knew. And Umbridge certainly was not going to say.

As far as they knew, she had not spoken a single word since returning to the castle.

No one knew exactly what was wrong with her.

Her usually neat mouse-brown hair was now a complete mess, with tiny twigs and leaves caught in it, yet she did not seem to be injured at all.

"Madam Pomfrey said she was just frightened out of her wits," Hermione said quietly.

"More like furious out of her wits," Ginny said.

"Yeah, she'll move if you try this."

As Ron spoke, he clicked his tongue softly, making a sound like hoofbeats.

Umbridge shot upright in bed and looked around in panic.

"What is it, Professor?"

Madam Pomfrey stuck her head out of her office and called loudly.

"N-Nothing."

Umbridge hurriedly said, burying her head back in her pillow. "Nothing, I must have been dreaming."

Hermione and Ginny buried