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… CHAPTER THIRTY …
Grawp
The story of Fred and George's flight to freedom was retold so often over the next few days that Harry could tell it would soon bee the stuff of Hogwarts legend： within a week； even those who had been eye…witnesses were half…convinced they had seen the twins dive…bomb Umbridge on their brooms and pelt her with Dungbombs before zooming out of the doors。 In the immediate aftermath of their departure there was a great wave of talk about copying them。 Harry frequently heard students saying things like； 'Honestly some days I just feel like jumping on my broom and leaving this place；' or else； 'One more lesson like that and I might just do a Weasley。'
Fred and George had made sure nobody was likely to forget them too soon。 For one thing； they had not left instructions on how to remove the swamp that now filled the corridor on the fifth floor of the east wing。 Umbridge and Filch had been observed trying different means of removing it but without success。 Eventually the area was roped off and Filch； gnashing his teeth furiously； was given the task of punting students across it to their classrooms。 Harry was certain that teachers like McGonagall or Flitwick could have removed the swamp in an instant but； just as in the case of Fred and George's Wildfire Whiz…bangs； they seemed to prefer to watch Umbridge struggle。
Then there were the two large broom…shaped holes in Umbridge's office door； through which Fred and George's Cleansweeps had smashed to rejoin their masters。 Filch fitted a new door and removed Harry's Firebolt to the dungeons where； it was rumoured； Umbridge had set an armed security troll to guard it。 However； her troubles were far from over。
Inspired by Fred and George's example； a great number of students were now vying for the newly vacant positions of Troublemakers…in…Chief。 In spite of the new door； somebody managed to slip a hairy…snouted Niffler into Umbridge's office； which promptly tore the place apart in its search for shiny objects； leapt on Umbridge when she entered and tried to gnaw the rings off her stubby fingers。 Dungbombs and Stink Pellets were dropped so frequently in the corridors that it became the new fashion for students to perform Bubble…Head Charms on themselves before leaving lessons； which ensured them a supply of fresh air； even though it gave them all the peculiar appearance of wearing upside…down goldfish bowls on their heads。
Filch prowled the corridors with a horsewhip ready in his hands； desperate to catch miscreants； but the problem was that there were now so many of them he never knew which way to turn。 The Inquisitorial Squad was attempting to help him； but odd things kept happening to its members。 Warrington of the Slytherin Quidditch team reported to the hospital wing with a horrible skin plaint that made him look as though he had been coated in cornflakes； Pansy Parkinson； to Hermione's delight； missed all her lessons the following day as she had sprouted antlers。
Meanwhile； it became clear just how many Skiving Snackboxes Fred and George had managed to sell before leaving Hogwarts。 Umbridge only had to enter her classroom for the students assembled there to faint； vomit； develop dangerous fevers or else spout blood from both nostrils。 Shrieking with rage and frustration； she attempted to trace the mysterious symptoms to their source； but the students told her stubbornly they were suffering from 'Umbridge …itis'。 After putting four successive classes in detention and failing to discover their secret； she was forced to give up and allow the bleeding； swooning； sweating and vomiting students to leave her classes in droves。
But not even the users of the Snackboxes could pete with that master of chaos； Peeves； who seemed to have taken Fred's parting words deeply to heart。 Cackling madly； he soared through the school； upending tables； bursting out of blackboards； toppling statues and vases； twice he shut Mrs Norris inside a suit of armour； from which she was rescued； yowling loudly； by the furious caretaker。 Peeves smashed lanterns and snuffed out candles； juggled burning torches over the heads of screaming students； caused neatly stacked piles of parchment to topple into fires or out of windows； flooded the second floor when he pulled off all the taps in the bathrooms； dropped a bag of tarantulas in the middle of the Great Hall during breakfast and； whenever he fancied a break； spent hours at a time floating along after Umbridge and blowing loud raspberries every time she spoke。
None of the staff but Filch seemed to be stirring themselves to help her。 Indeed； a week after Fred and George's departure Harry witnessed Professor McGonagall walking right past Peeves； who was determinedly loosening a crystal chandelier； and could have sworn he heard her tell the poltergeist out of the corner of her mouth； 'It unscrews the other way。'
To cap matters； Montague had still not recovered from his sojourn in the toilet； he remained confused and disorientated and his parents were to be observed one Tuesday morning striding up the front drive； looking extremely angry。
'Should we say something？' said Hermione in a worried voice； pressing her cheek against the Charms window so that she could see Mr and Mrs Montague marching inside。 'About what happened to him？ In case it helps Madam Pomfrey cure him？'
'Course not； he'll recover；' said Ron indifferently。
'Anyway； more trouble for Umbridge； isn't it？' said Harry in a satisfied voice。
He and Ron both tapped the teacups they were supposed to be charming with their wands。 Harry's spouted four very short legs that could not reach the desk and wriggled pointlessly in midair。 Ron's grew four very thin spindly legs that hoisted the cup off the desk with great difficulty； trembled for a few seconds； then folded； causing the cup to crack into two。
'Reparo；' said Hermione quickly； mending Ron's cup with a wave of her wand。 That's all very well； but what if Montague's permanently injured？'
'Who cares？' said Ron irritably； while his teacup stood up drunkenly again； trembling violently at the knees。 'Montague shouldn't have tried to take all those points from Gryffindor； should he？ If you want to worry about anyone； Hermione； worry about me！'
'You？' she said； catching her teacup as it scampered happily away across the desk on four sturdy little willow…patterned legs； and replacing it in front of her。 'Why should I be worried about you？'
'When Mum's next letter finally gets through Umbridge's screening process；' said Ron bitterly； now holding his cup up while its frail legs tried feebly to support its weight； 'I'm going to be in deep trouble。 I wouldn't be surprised if she's sent another Howler。'
'But …'
'It'll be my fault Fred and George left； you wait；' said Ron darkly。 'She'll say I should've stopped them leaving； I should've grabbed the ends of their brooms and hung on or something： yeah； it'll be all my fault。'
'Well； if she does say that it'll be very unfair； you couldn't have done anything！ But I'm sure she won't； I mean； if it's really true they've got premises in Diagon Alley； they must have been planning this for ages。'
'Yeah； but that's another thing； how did they get premises？' said Ron； hitting his teacup so hard with his wand that its legs collapsed again and it lay twitching before him。 'It's a bit dodgy isn't it？ They'll need loads of Galleons to afford the rent on a place in Diagon Alley。 She'll want to know what they've been up to； to get their hands on that sort of gold。'
'Well； yes； that occurred to me； too；' said Hermione； allowing her teacup to jog in neat little circles around Harry's； whose stubby little legs were still unable to touch the desktop； 'I've been wondering whether Mundungus has persuaded them to sell stolen goods or something awful。'
'He hasn't；' said Harry curtly。
'How do you know？' said Ron and Hermione together。
'Because …' Harry hesitated； but the moment to confess finally seemed to have e。 There was no good to be gained in keeping silent if it meant anyone suspected that Fred and George were criminals。 'Because they got the gold fro