"Well then, I am afraid you are unqualified to decide the "whole point’ of anything," he tried to refocus: the dust an inch or two away from Professor Umbridge’s vivid pink cardigan appeared to vibrate in agitation, creating an almost halo effect around her. This halo effect disguised what was actually happening, as building static in her clothes rapidly attracted the surround particles too her, "Wizards much cleverer, and older than you, have devised our new curriculum," he appraised the furniture that surrounded her, and found that they had also been effected by the jinx, and he could see a light layer of dust already beginning to accumulate on her desk, and on the feather of her quill. It hadn’t yet, but in a day or two, Harry was sure her hair would be practically untameable. A few more classes, and he would probably be able to jinx the entire classroom, "You will be learning about defensive spells in a secure, risk-free way," Deans hand shot straight up, "Yes Mister..."