Savior

When Harry left the Headmaster's Office, the morning sun had long since slanted through the broad windows into Hogwarts Castle. Harry looked back at the office, thinking of the astonishment on Dumbledore's face just now and the hurried way he had rushed off to the Order of the Phoenix. He could not help shaking his head—whether or not he was the only one who could defeat Voldemort, as Dumbledore claimed, it was simply wonderful that Allen was still alive.

When Harry entered the Great Hall, all the teachers and students had already gathered there. They had all received a special notice today—there would be no classes; instead, they would watch the latest news from the Television Station in the Great Hall.

Although the arranged Great Hall was still steeped in the aroma of food, the wizards' eyes were fixed on the enormous television screen suspended in the middle of the hall. Students could clearly see the broadcast from any seat—it had been temporarily dismantled and moved over from the Quidditch Pitch.

Seeing Harry, Ron at the Gryffindor table excitedly jumped to his feet and waved frantically for Harry to come sit with him. The professors had also taken their places punctually, as if it were the opening feast, but the chair reserved for the Headmaster stood empty. Umbridge was nowhere to be seen, and members of the Inquisitorial Squad she had formed were all craning their necks in search of her.

Yet whenever they heard anyone discussing Umbridge, they still stepped in to stop them, even deducting points. But it was useless. The moment they walked away, everyone resumed whispering among themselves. The young wizards came up with a thousand theories about why Umbridge had not attended, all while warily watching their surroundings, afraid that the Inquisitorial Squad—or even Umbridge