Still Don't know. Too busy with the bombing.

The Castle had awoken to the cacophony of Filch's office being blown to smithereens, but the students had been largely kept in the dark until breakfast.

The discussions between the students as Headmaster Dumbledore spoke with Professor McGonegall and ignored Umbridge, who was seething.

"Hem hem, I would like to announce that the noise made last night appears to have been a stockpile of confiscated materials having a poor reaction.

Yet another example of the poor leadership displayed by the cirrent school administration. If any student is aware of the existance of dangerous substances withing the school, please come to my office after breakf-'

Bam!

The entire student body jumped at the sound of a loud bang, but storming into the building was the Minister of Magic, accompanied by a horde of others, most obvious was Lucious Malfoy and other Hogwarts board members, who did not seem pleased.

Harry appeared to recognize one of the several women, a well-built red-headed woman who appeared light on her feet despite her large... assets, also she wore a monocle?

Hermione then noticed Susan Bones subtly waving at the woman, and the woman throwing a smirk and a wink her way.

"Dearest Minister! Welcome to Hogwarts!" Tittered the cardigan-clad Umbridge.

Fudge looked embarassed to even be here "Dolores, Dumbledore." The minister greeted, snubbing Dumbledore by greeting him second. "Can we retire to the Headmaster's office? We have to discuss some matters of... Delicacy."

An old-old-old woman that looked like a living wrinke, Chimed in. "Delicacy he says! The Board has questions about how not even a half-year after you're put in this school to teach Defense... Without Board Approval I might add," (The ancient woman glares at fudge who flinches at her glare), you somehow become an inspector unauthorized by the board, AND.."

"Hem hem, My official title is High Inquisitor."

well, "High Inquisitor" why was the board not notified when a percentage of the school gets blown to Morgana?"

Dumbledore took that moment to interject. "Mrs. Marchbanks. A pleasure to see you again. Alas, despite my role as headmaster, the Inquisitorial Educational Decrees require that all correspondence with the board proceed through the High Inquisitor. And that patrols of the school be limited to staff approved by the High Inquisitor. "

"That's very Interesting. Isn't it Fudge?" Complained Mrs. Marchbanks. "In fact this recent article in the Prophet shows that they learned of the explosion before the board did."

The Shapely Red-head with the Monocle interjected. "Not to mention that the Ministry was not informed of a major explosion at a school full of children."

"Hem hem. Amelia you are clearly mistaken. I am the ministry's representative. So the Ministry was fully informed."

"She means Law Enforcement, you frog brained bint." growled the elder examiner. "And also, I recall your Defense OWL. The position requires an EE NEWT plus experience or an acceptable newt with exceptional experience. You have neither."

Dumbledore, chimed in. "Shall we retire to discuss this in my office?"

As the adults began to leave, Harry turned to Hermione. "Hermione? Do you know what this means?"

Hermione didn't know whether to be happy at the possible outcome, or upset at her failure.

"Hermione, not only did Filch's office get blown up, but Umbridge looks to be on her way out! You're a genius!"

Hermione goggled at Harry attributing his mayhem and chaos to her plan. So she did the reasonable thing and hit him over the head with a handy notebook.

A sudden voice sitting next to her jolted her attention.

"It's to be expected. Even the nargles are celebrating."

"Luna! Where did you come from?"

"My mother's cunnie, but that's not important right now." The ethereal blonde with giant eyes responded as she looked through Hermione.

"The doxie mafia was planning an uprising and blew up Filch's office. Probably with an erumpet horn."

"What? Why couldn't it be something explosive in Filch's seized contraband bin?"

"Oh, I already stole the reactive explosives from there last year."

Hermione and Harry shared a wary glance, but Harry had to ask. "Luna, why are you stockpiling explosives?"

"Well... I wasn't sure if it was your duty to drive off Defense professors. Especially since professor Snape caused Professor Lupin to leave. So I thought it best to prepare just in case it was my turn."

Hermione and Harry shared a seciond look and jointly decided that they would hold off any other questions on this topic until later when in a more private locale.

Just then an Owl flew into the great hall with a copy of the Quibbler for Luna. "Oh how delightful. Inquisitor Umbridge is being recalled, and the board will be filling the DADA slot with some volunteers from the aurors until a more suitable candidate applies."

"How can the paper know that already? They just left to discuss things."

"Hermione, The Quibbler is a Newspaper, and if we already knew awhat was going to happen, it wouldn't be news." Luna shook her head at Hermione's sillyness and walked back towards the Ravenclaw table. While Hermione wondered what madness would happen next.