"I said, copy these down!" Seeing that no one had moved and that the students were giving her strange looks, Umbridge immediately felt that her authority had been challenged. Her voice rose slightly, breaking the unsuccessful, affectedly high-pitched tone she had been using.
Still, it actually sounded a little better than her earlier affectation. At least she sounded like a normal person now.
The students hesitated, but ultimately took out their parchment obediently and copied down the lines. Clearly, even among the Gryffindors, very few dared to challenge-or rather, disobey-a professor in class.
Even Harry, after a little hesitation, decided not to cause trouble just yet.
After all, asking them to copy down notes was not a particularly unreasonable demand. He would wait and see. If this toad started pushing her luck, Harry would show her just how explosive his temper could be!
After a rustle of quills scratching across parchment, every student had finished copying the three lines.
Harry's writing looked like an illegible scrawl. He was not sure whether he would still be able to recognize what he had written if he looked at it an hour later. But Umbridge did not check what everyone had written, which left Harry feeling somewhat regretful.
Had he known, he would have written a few swear words instead.
"Does everyone have a copy of Wilbert Slinkhard's Defensive Magical Theory?" Umbridge asked.
A ragged chorus of answers followed.
"It seems I must remind you once again," Umbridge said, surveying the classroom. "When I ask a question, I expect everyone to answer 'Yes, Professor Umbridge' or 'No, Professor Umbridge.' Is that understood?"
"Yes, Professor Umbridge." Most of the students still chose to obey their professor.
Umbridge was very pleased. "Very good. Then let me ask again: does every student have a copy of