The next morning. While the students sit waiting in the Defense Against the Darks Arts classroom, Padma Patil uses magic to cause an origami bird to fly.
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Student: Over here.
They blow on an origami bird.
Dean: Go on, Seamus. Go on, go on, get it.
Seamus hits the origami bird as it flies over the classroom. Crabbe hits it before Umbridge casts a spell and it falls on Patil's desk.
Umbridge; Good morning, children.
The students turn around. As Umbridge walks to the front of the classroom.
Umbridge; Ordinary Wizarding Level Examinations. O-W-L's. More commonly known as OWLs. Study hard and you will be rewarded. Fail to do so, and the consequences may be severe.
As the books go to every student.
Umbridge; Your previous instruction in this subject has been disturbingly uneven. But you'll be pleased to know from now on, you will be following a carefully structured, Ministry-approved course of defensive magic. Yes?
Hermione: There's nothing in here about using defensive spells.
Umbridge: Using spells? (she laughs) Well, I can't imagine why you need to use spells in my classroom.
Ron: We're not going to use magic?
Umbridge: You will be learning about defensive spells in a secure risk-free way.
Matthew: Well, what use is that? If we're going to be attacked, it won't be risk-free.
Umbridge (as she walks to the front): Students will raise their hands when they speak in my class.
Matthew: [quietly] Ok. Rude.
Umbridge: It is the view of the Ministry that theoretical knowledge will be sufficient to get you through your examinations, which, after all, is what school is all about.
Harry: And how's theory supposed to prepare us for what's out there?
Umbridge: There is nothing out there, dear. Who do you imagine would want to attack children, like yourself?
Harry: Oh, I don't know, maybe Lord Voldemort.
Students murmur at the statement. A pencil drops.
Umbridge (after silence): Now let me make this quite plain. (while walking to the back) You have been told that a certain dark wizard is at large once again. This is a lie.
Harry: It's not a lie. I saw him! My friend Matthew and I fought him!
Umbridge (walking back to the front of the classroom): Detention, Mr. Potter!
Harry (as Umbridge walks back to the front): So according to you, Cedric Diggory dropped dead of his own accord?
Umbridge: Cedric Diggory's death was a tragic accident.
