Chapter 393

As soon as he had finished this sentence after lunch that day, Umbridge sat down in his chair and stared at his textbook cover.

"What's the matter with her?" Ron stared at Umbridge for a moment, then asked Hermione and Harry with a puzzled face.

"..." Hermione's expression looked a little complicated. She hesitated, and then said in a very soft voice, "if I'm not wrong... Do you remember what Professor moody taught before?"

"You mean --" Ron recalled, then immediately widened his eyes and looked very surprised.

"Keep your voice down!" Hermione quickly shook her hand and looked around again. When no one noticed their conversation, she was relieved. "I can't think of any other way to make her look like this except the soul snatching curse..."

"But --" said Ron with some difficulty, "that's an unforgivable curse?"

Born and raised in the magic world since childhood, Ron has the traditional thinking concept of wizards. For the three unforgivable mantras, it is understandable that he would have such a rebellious psychology.

After all, from small to large, both parents, elders and social environment are always infected with him.

Voldemort and his death eaters spread fear by virtue of the three unforgivable mantras of "dare to use it wantonly". The concept of "using evil black magic is unforgivable" has become deeply rooted in the hearts of wizards from beginning to end.

This is like telling a Muggle that "the God you believe in is actually just an ordinary ancient Wizard". It is not absolutely impossible to convince him, but it must be a very difficult thing.

In fact, among the magic revealed by Maka, there are not a few magic biased towards darkness, and Ron has certainly seen it for a long time.

But this time the impact on him was the strongest, because he knew the spell.

"Don't be silly. Don't you think it's just right for me to use it against Umbridge?" Harry said disapprovingly. "Look at what she did - investigating professors, restricting our actions, and even canceling all student activity groups, making a mess of the whole Hogwarts!"

"You want me to say --" hallidan paused. "I'm afraid that woman is one of the Death Eaters!"

"Although there is no evidence, it's best not to judge casually, but this time I think Harry is right," Hermione nodded. "It's definitely a problem to send in an investigator who has no achievements and can only make trouble at this time - Marca said before the beginning of school that there is a problem in the magic department."

"This time, since Maka will do so, he must have grasped some clear clue."

Class time continued. Although Umbridge had previously explained "no talking", with the passage of time, many students couldn't help chatting secretly.

When they found that Umbridge had no response, the classroom began to become lively.

Well, of course, it's just a little noisy. Anyway, Umbridge was still sitting behind the front desk, and no one would make any excessive behavior.

But until the end of the class, Umbridge didn't respond to the buzzing in the classroom, let alone the corresponding punishment.

When everyone finally got through to the end of class, when the bell rang, Umbridge finally stood up.

Perhaps it was because she left a too sour impression on the students in the past. When she suddenly got up, the classroom was quiet again.

"That's all for today's class. Class is over."

She picked up the textbook and said this sentence with a wooden face. She immediately turned and left the classroom. The whole process is not muddled at all. It is calm. Perhaps it is more appropriate to use "dull" to describe it.

"... it's terrible," said Ron, looking at Umbridge's far away figure and feeling a little numb on his scalp. "It looks like a magic puppet controlled by someone!"

"Is there anything like that?" asked Harry curiously. "Is it similar to a Muggle string puppet?"

"What's that?" asked Ron, looking surprised.

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After dinner that day, Hermione, Ron and Harry returned to the common room.

"Harry! Training continues tonight! Get moving, I'm going to the Quidditch stadium!"

As soon as she got through the door behind the portrait, the fat woman didn't even have time to close the door. Angelina's excited voice immediately reached their ears.

"Huh? What?"

Harry, still immersed in the conversation on his way, didn't react for a moment.

"Training! Quidditch training!" Angelina repeated, "Umbridge approved the reorganization of our Gryffindor team! It's easy, there's no obstacle!"

"Oh -"

Harry was stunned, trying to cheer, but there was a complicated expression on his face.

"Hey! What's the matter with you? Aren't you happy?" Angelina has come to him and patted Harry on the shoulder. "You can train! Get ready!"

"Uh... Well, of course," Harry smiled reluctantly, but the smile was obviously stiff. "Of course I'm happy! It's the best!"

Yes, of course he is. But while happy, Umbridge's appearance in class quietly emerged in his mind.

At the thought that Maka may have only used a magic spell, his life has changed dramatically. This feeling inevitably makes him feel a great sense of disobedience.

After experiencing the difference before and after this change, Harry could not help understanding the real horror of the so-called unforgivable curse.

"Come on, Harry," Hermione's sharpness made her vaguely aware of some of Harry's thoughts. "At this time, we should think about the good - at least Marca won't abuse magic, otherwise the world around us must have been in a mess!"

"... it's' at least you'll have to catch up with your homework all night, '" said Ron, although he didn't look good, but he followed with him to comfort. "Don't forget Snape left you punishment homework."

"Ah -" Harry patted his cheek. "Well... Thank you."

Under the guidance of the two close friends, Harry couldn't help but lift his spirit and send them a smile.

"... in that case, Ron, I'll ask you for my homework!" he raised his thumb, grinned and showed his neat teeth. "If you can't handle all, part of it is OK!"

"What are you muttering about?" Angelina looked at the whispering three people with strange eyes. "Harry, run quickly! Hurry up and start training every second!"

At Angelina's urging, Harry hurried back to the dormitory to get the broom and protective gear, and then drilled the door hole with other Gryffindor players in the eyes of Hermione and Ron.

"Don't help him with his homework, do you hear me?" Hermione turned her head and said seriously.

"Who will help him do it!" Ron rolled his eyes at once.