on the top floor when he knew perfectly well that his quarry had just gone down in the lift。
He stopped walking； leaned against a wall； and tried to decide what to do。 The silence pressed upon him： There was no bustling or talk or swift footsteps here the purple…carpeted corridors were as hushed as though the iMuffliatoi charm had been cast over the place。
iHer office must be up herei； Harry thought。
It seemed most unlikely that Umbridge would keep her jewelry in her office； but on the other hand it seemed foolish not to search it to make sure。 He therefore set off along the corridor again； passing nobody but a frowning wizard who was murmuring instructions to a quill that floated in front of him； scribbling on a trail of parchment。
Now paying attention to the names on the doors； Harry turned a corner。 Halfway along the next corridor he emerged into a wide； open space where a dozen witches and wizards sat in rows at small desks not unlike school desks； though much more highly polished and free from graffiti。 Harry paused to watch them； for the effect was quite mesmerizing。 They were all waving and twiddling their wands in unison； and squares of colored paper were flying in every direction like little pink kites。 After a few seconds； Harry realized that there was a rhythm to the proceedings； that the papers all formed the same pattern and after a few more seconds he realized what he was watching was the creation of pamphlets … that the paper squares were pages； which； when assembled； folded and magicked into place； fell into neat stacks beside each witch or wizard。
Harry crept closer； although the workers were so intent on what they were doing that he doubted they would notice a carpet…muffled footstep； and he slid a pleted
pamphlet from the pile beside a young witch。 He examined it beneath the Invisibility Cloak。 Its pink cover was emblazoned with a golden title：
cbMudbloodsb
iand the Dangers They Pose to
a Peaceful Pure…Blood Societyi
cBeneath the title was a picture of a red rose with a simpering face in the middle of its petals； being strangled by a green weed with fangs and a scowl。 There was no author's name upon the pamphlet； but again； the scars on the back of his right hand seemed to tingle as he examined it。 Then the young witch beside him confirmed his suspicion as she said； still waving and twirling her wand； 〃Will the old hag be interrogating Mudbloods all day； does anyone know？〃
〃Careful；〃 said the wizard beside her； glancing around nervously； one of his pages slipped and fell to the floor。
〃What； has she got magic ears as well as an eye； now？〃
The witch glanced toward the shining mahogany door facing the space full of pamphlet…makers； Harry looked too； and the rage reared in him like a snake。 Where there might have been a peephole on a Muggle front door； a large； round eye with a bright blue iris had been set into the wood … an eye that was shockingly familiar to anybody who had known Alastor Moody。
For a split second Harry forgot where he was and what he was doing there： He even forgot that he was invisible。 He strode straight over to the door to examine the eye。 It was not moving。 It gazed blindly upward； frozen。 The plaque beneath it read：
cbDolores Umbridgeb
Senior Undersecretary to the Minister
cBelow that a slightly shinier new plaque read：
cHead of the Muggle…Born
Registration mission
cHarry looked back at the dozen pamphlet…makers： Though they were intent upon their work； he could hardly suppose that they would not notice if the door of an empty office opened in front of them。 He therefore withdrew from an inner pocket an odd object with little waving legs and a rubber…bulbed horn for a body。 Crouching down beneath the Cloak； he placed the Decoy Detonator on the ground。
It scuttled away at once through the legs of the witches and wizards in front of him。 A few moments later； during which Harry waited with his hand upon the doorknob； there came a loud bang and a great deal of acrid smoke billowed from a corner。 The young witch in the front row shrieked： Pink pages flew everywhere as she and her fellows jumped up； looking around for the source of the motion。 Harry turned the doorknob； stepped into Umbridge's office； and closed the door behind him。
He felt he had stepped back in time。 The room was exactly like Umbridge's office at Hogwarts： Lace draperies； doilies and dried flowers covered every surface。 The walls bore the same ornamental plates； each featuring a highly colored； beribboned kitten； gamboling and frisking with sickening cuteness。 The desk was covered with a flouncy； flowered cloth。 Behind Mad…eye's eye； a telescopic attachment enabled Umbridge to spy on the workers on the other side of the door。 Harry took a look through it and saw that they were all still gathered around the Decoy Detonator。 He wrenched the telescope out of the door； leaving a hole behind； pulled the magical eyeball out of it； and placed it in his pocket。 The he turned to face the room again； raised his wand； and murmured； i〃Accio Locker。〃i
Nothing happened； but he had not expected it to； no doubt Umbridge knew all about protective charms and spells。 He therefore hurried behind her desk and began pulling open all the drawers。 He saw quills and notebooks and Spellotape； enchanted paper clips that coiled snakelike from their drawer and had be beaten back； a fussy little lace box full of spare hair bows and clips； but no sign of a locket。
There was a filing cabinet behind the desk： Harry set to searching it。 Like Filch's filing cabinet at Hogwarts； it was full of folders； each labeled with a name。 It was not until Harry reached the bottommost drawer that he saw something to distract him from the search： Mr。 Weasley's file。
He pulled it out and opened it。
cArthur Weasley c
bBlood Status：b tPureblood； but with unacceptable pro…Muggle leanings。 Known member of the Order of the Phoenix。t
bFamily：b tWife （pureblood）； seven children； two youngest at Hogwarts。 NB： Youngest son currently at home； seriously ill； Ministry inspectors have confirmed。t
bSecurity Status：b tTRACKED。 All movements are being monitored。 Strong likelihood Undesirable No。 1 will contact （has stayed with Weasley family previously） t
〃Undesirable Number One；〃 Harry muttered under his breath as he replaced Mr。 Weasley's folder and shut the drawer。 He had an idea he knew who that was； and sure enough； as he straightened up and glanced around the office for fresh hiding places he saw a poster of himself on the wall； with the words UNDESIRABLE NO。 1 emblazoned across his chest。 A little pink note was stuck to it with a picture of a kitten in the corner。 Harry moved across to read it and saw that Umbridge had written； i〃To be punished。〃i
Angrier than ever； he proceeded to grope in the bottoms of the vases and baskets of dried flowers； but was not at all surprised that the locket was not there。 He gave the office one last sweeping look； and his heart skipped a beat。 Dumbledore was staring at him from a small rectangular mirror； propped up on a bookcase beside the desk。
Harry crossed the room at a run and snatched it up； but realized that the moment he touched it that it was not a mirror at all。 Dumbledore wa