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... t of robes that blended only too well with the tablecloth on the desk behind her.
“I, uh, good evening, Professor Umbridge,” Harry said stiffly.
“Well, sit down,” she said with her habitual fake smile, pointing toward a small table draped in lace beside which she had drawn up a straight-backed chair. A piece of blank parchment lay on the table, apparently waiting for him.
“Er,” said Harry, without moving. “Professor Umbridge? Er … before we start, I…I wanted to ask you a ...
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