She let her arm fall heavily by her side, and her chuckle was high and breathy. It reminded him of Lord Voldemort, "You," she said again, her voice cold and furious, "This is all your fault, Potter," she shook her head slowly, "All your fault. You are a  menace to Hogwarts - you are an obstacle standing in the way of not only the education of these children," she gestured to hall, and Harry realised that while one hand held the magazine, the other held her short stubby wand, "but in the way of the wider peace of wizarding Britain. You are a  danger," very slowly, the hand holding the wand lifted slowly to point in Harry’s direction, but short as it was, the wand was concealed almost completely in Umbridge’s palm so that only Harry and the student’s behind him could see it. The students behind Harry gasped and shrank away, but Harry still couldn’t move.