We were in the middle of our Astronomy practical exam when Harry noticed something going on, down on the grounds. Umbridge was marching over to Hagrid's hut, and it looked as though she was trying to have him hauled off to Azkaban! Even with about four wizards backing her up, though, Hagrid wasn't having any---he'd had a taste of Azkaban during our third year, and didn't ever want to go back. He was fighting back, and Umbridge's toadies were getting a right old tossing-about. I felt like cheering.