Two things happened very quickly. First, an anguished scream pierced Harry’s ears, and then second, there were suddenly what sounded like a hundred voices echoing about the hall, screaming curses and spells and lighting the entrance hall up like a new barrage of fireworks. Looking up from his position on the floor, Harry found that every single member of the DA in the hall had their wands pointed in Umbridge’s direction, their faces ranging from a flushed excited red, and a fearful pale grey. Where Umbridge had been stood, now she lay unmoving, prostrate on the floor, her wand hanging loosely in the tips of her fingers.