Goyle hurriedly shook his head.
"No."
"But I can't say I haven't improved at all, either."
Draco looked at the cold steak on his plate.
He suddenly felt that this was the hardest part.
You clearly hated her.
Yet your scores were speaking in her favor.
In the corridors that afternoon.
That sense of unease was everywhere.
Some carried club application forms to the Academic Affairs Office.
Some walked back carrying cancellation notices.
Some cursed Umbridge.
Others memorized formulas while cursing her.
Harry heard two Hufflepuff students talking at a turn in the stairs.
"I want my weekends back."
"But I don't want to drop off the Red List again."
"Then what are you going to do?"
"I don't know."
Two steps farther on.
He heard voices from the Ravenclaws.
"She's absolutely awful."
"Yes."
"But last night, I really did solve that frequency problem for the first time."
"Can't you hate her and solve the problem at the same time?"
"That's exactly what I'm doing."
By the time Harry returned to the Common Room.
It was already dark.
Quite a few people had gathered around the fireplace.
A blank sheet of parchment lay on the table.
Ginny sat in an armchair.
Hermione stood beside the table.
Ron was dipping his quill in ink.
Neville had come too.
Along with several older students.
"Are you really planning to hold a meeting?"
Harry asked.
Ron lowered his voice.
"That was the plan."
"But now we're stuck."
"On what?"
Harry walked over.
Hermione tapped the blank page with her quill.
"The heading."
Harry took a look.
At the very top of the parchment, they had written only one word.
"Oppose."
There was nothing underneath.
"Can't get any further?"
Harry asked.
"Right."
Ron said.
"Oppose what?"
"The schedule?"
"But some people really are learning