Hogwarts Card Drawer

Hearing Harry's words, his bulging eyes narrowed.

"Oh, what?"

"Well, I'm a member of the Gryffindor Quidditch team. I hope to be able to participate in the goalkeeper trials at 5 o'clock on Friday. I am... whether it is possible to leave it in confinement that night and put it on another night instead."

Before he finished speaking, Harry seemed to know that it was not so good, and he basically lost his voice after he said it.

"Oh, no." Professor Umbridge said, and she laughed so hard that she looked like she had just swallowed a very large toad.

"Oh, no, no, no, this is your story of spreading evil punishments, dirty, distracting attention, Mr. Potter, of course punishment can’t be convenient for those who deserve it, no... you’ll have it tomorrow, the day after tomorrow, and Friday. You must come. You must be confined as required. I think it’s a good thing that you miss what you want. This can enhance the effectiveness of the course."

Harry felt the blood pouring over his head, and there was a thumping sound in his ears. "Evil, dirty, distracting story," is this referring to him?

She turned her head slightly to look at him, still smiling with her mouth wide open. Although she knew what he was thinking, she still waited to see if he would yell at her again with a tragic result. Harry looked away, dropped his bag on the chair, and sat down.

"Here," Professor Umbridge said sweetly, "If we can control our temper, we will get along better, won't we? Now, please show me the spell, Mr. Potter, no, not with your pen ."

She added when Harry bent over to open his schoolbag, "You will use my more special one. Here you--"

She handed him a slender, black quill with an unusual pointed tip.

"How many times?" Harry asked, pretending to be very polite.

"Writing until you are hardworking and memorable." Professor Umbridge said sweetly, "I'll leave when I finish writing."

"You didn't give me ink." He said.

"Oh, you don't need ink," Professor Umbridge said, and the smile in her voice seemed to imply something.

"That...what about me?" Cronos couldn't help asking, "you won't just let me stand here and watch, do you?" Cronos felt stupid to stand aside like this.

"Of course not. Mr. Slughorn, are you coming with me?" Professor Umbridge said, before going around behind the table and pushing a door open.

Chronos discovered that it was a stone gate, but it was also painted pink, the same color as the walls around it.

Cronos didn't know what Professor Umbridge was doing. He subconsciously wanted to take out his wand, but he still believed that Professor Umbridge could do nothing to him.

Cronos glanced back at Harry and found that he was already writing punishment, and his expression should have known that this was different from the quill pen.

Cronos couldn't help shivering, thinking, "Is this old woman trembling?" For the first time, Cronos felt a retreat in his heart.

Cronos slowly moved his already trembling calf, but no matter how long he procrastinated, he got up and came to the door of the hidden pavilion.

"Close the door, Mr. Slughorn." Professor Umbridge's voice made Cronos' heart tremble.

"What are you doing with the door closed?" Cronos asked in a trembling voice.

"Do you like to let others overhear our conversation?" Professor Umbridge asked instead.

Cronos could hear Harry snorting outside. He had to close the door slightly, but Cronos did not lock him.

"Please sit down." Professor Umbridge said with a touch of a small bench in front of him.

Cronos sat tremblingly in front of her, but his right hand had already gripped the wand tucked in his robe.

"Don't be nervous, Mr. Slughorn." Professor Umbridge gave a smile that she thought was pretty. As everyone knows, Vakronos' eyes looked like a toad with a human face.

"I can call you Cronos! That's what I used to call you." Professor Umbridge's voice was sweet and greasy.

"Yeah." Cronos nodded hurriedly.

"I'm really sorry, Cronos. I shouldn't talk to you like that in class."

"Huh?" Cronos was stunned by Professor Umbridge's sudden change of attitude. He looked at the apologetic Professor Umbridge at a loss.

"But at that time I was really compelled." Professor Umbridge's tone changed from sweetness to a feeling of being wronged. "You know, Secretary Fudge asked me to help the lost Hogwarts get back. On the right track, I have to talk to you like that."

"Yeah." Cronos snorted through her nostrils, but she still didn't speak.

"Secretary Fudge knows that you are being threatened by Dumbledore." Professor Umbridge didn't care about Cronos's attitude at all, and said to himself.

"Um...huh?" Chronos was confused by the second half of Professor Umbridge's words. What is it that I was threatened by Professor Dumbledore.

"At first Minister Fudge thought that you had chosen Dumbledore’s rebels. UU Reading www.uukanshu.com" Professor Umbridge continued, "but Mr. Malfoy told Mr. Minister that you were killed by Deng. Blido threatened."

"Mr. Malfoy? Uncle Lucius. What does this have to do with him?" Cronos became more and more confused.

"Secretary Fudge knew that Dumbledore threatened you with O.W.L. grades, and was furious. But he suffers from the lack of direct evidence of Dumbledore's rebellion, so he hopes that you can be our Ministry of Magic's internal response to Dumbledore's side."

"What's this all about?" Cronos wondered again in his heart, but from the current point of view, it seems that he doesn't need to be here again on Friday, otherwise Cronos can't guarantee whether he will Runaway.

Professor Umbridge watched Chronos not speaking, thinking that Chronos acquiesced in order to avoid Dumbledore's monitoring!

Next, the old woman Umbridge told Cronos a lot of things that Cronos heard mysteriously and mysteriously. In the end, Cronos directly put his arms on environmental protection, and began to nod and start unceasingly. The doze is coming.

And when Harry outside continued to write these words on the parchment over and over again, he soon felt that his pen was out of ink, and only his own blood was left. Keep writing, these words seem to keep entering and coming out of the skin, and they keep appearing on the next line.

Night fell outside Professor Umbridge's window. Harry didn't ask when he could stop, he didn't even look at the watch. He seemed to know that she was waiting for him to show tiredness, but Harry didn't show it at all. It seemed as if he let him do it all night without minding, but he kept opening the parchment and writing with a quill...