Harry nudged a step closer, now only five or six rows of students away from Umbridge herself, but he realised very quickly that it had been a mistake. Umbridge’s eyes found his in the crowd, and she snarled. Suddenly, the hand holding the magazine was pointed in his direction, "YOU!" All eyes were abruptly on Harry, " mPOTTER! Come here! Come here immediately!" Harry didn’t move, finding himself routed to the spot under her accusatory pointing, but it didn’t much matter. The students around him parted like the Red Sea until there was nothing but empty air in between himself and Umbridge, "You," her voice had lowered from its previous deafening scream, but still her tone was no less dangerous, and her words cut through the silence like a knife - Harry imagined even the students at the back could hear her.