"Not to mention, Voldemort is out there right now," Harry said offhandedly.
The whole class fell so quiet that a pin dropping could have been heard. Only Umbridge seemed to show a hint of delight. She glared viciously at Harry, her eyes full of triumph.
"Ten points from Gryffindor for that pathetic lie, Mr. Potter," Umbridge said.
The classroom remained silent. Everyone was looking either at Harry or at Umbridge.
"There were some things I originally felt no need to say, but now it seems I overestimated certain people's self-restraint." Umbridge stepped onto the platform, which made her look slightly taller, and said in a smug tone, "Certain people have recently been spreading rumors that a particular Dark Wizard has come back from the dead..."
"He didn't die. He never did." Harry stared sharply at Umbridge. "But he has indeed returned, right at..."
"Mr. Potter!" Umbridge interrupted Harry in a shrill voice. "You have already lost your house ten points. Do not make matters any worse." She said this in one breath, then turned her gaze away from Harry.
"As I was saying, someone has been telling you that a certain Dark Wizard is active again. This is sheer nonsense..."
"If it's nonsense, then say his name. Say his name like I do: Voldemort." Harry interrupted Umbridge. "Didn't you say he was dead? Say it out loud, then. Voldemort is dead. Do you dare?"
Umbridge was suddenly tongue-tied. Although she firmly believed Voldemort was dead-or rather, she demanded that she believe it, because the alternative was simply too frightening-she was not one of the few brave souls who dared speak Voldemort's name.
Much less say something so close to a curse as "Voldemort is dead."
Her face flushed scarlet. "Detention, Mr. Potter! Detention!" Umbridge seemed to have flown into a