"Jerry, where on earth have you been? We were worried sick looking for you!" Hermione cried anxiously.
"Never mind that for now," Harry interrupted, his face full of worry. "Jerry, have you seen the new notice on the board? Has Umbridge caught on to our plan? Did something go wrong? Did someone let it slip?"
"I told you, there's absolutely no way anyone leaked it!" Hermione shot Harry an impatient glance.
"Hermione's right. I don't think anyone told on us," Jerry replied calmly. "Hermione put a contract spell on the parchment you signed last time. Anyone who tells will have boils all over their face, and they won't go away for years, maybe even decades!"
Harry, Ron, and Neville exchanged glances, their eyes betraying their shock at Hermione's ruthless methods. She hadn't told them about this before!
"Then are we..." Ron looked around, making sure there were no suspicious students nearby before continuing, "still going ahead with it?"
"Of course we are!" Harry answered firmly.
"Actually, I think you two should worry about whether your Quidditch team is going to be disbanded first," Jerry said with a shrug, pointing at Angelina, who was running toward them. "I can tell you for certain that Quidditch teams are on Umbridge's list too."
"Harry! Ron!" Angelina ran up, panting, despair written all over her face. "Have you seen the notice? She's included Quidditch teams! Now I have to go and ask Umbridge for permission to re-form the Gryffindor Quidditch Team!"
"W-what? How is that possible?" Ron cried in disbelief.
"The notice mentioned groups of more than three people! Harry, I'm begging you one last time, stop going head-to-head with Umbridge, or she might ban us from playing matches forever!" Angelina pleaded, her eyes already beginning to redden.
"All right, all right," Harry said