Any intention Flitwick had had of informing Umbridge about the jinx was gone in an instant; his eyebrows drew together furiously, and it was with an exaggerated cold politeness that he answered, "My parentage is of no relevance to the quality of my teaching,   Professor  ," the polite veneer was exchanged briefly for disdain, "Now, if you will excuse me, I must turn my attention to my class," he inclined his head to her in a small bow, and turned away. His gaze was instantly drawn to the mountain of items in front of Harry, and his eyes widened first in alarm, and then gleamed with interest. He turned his back fully on Umbridge and hurried his way over to Harry excitedly.