Chapter 856

"Harry, calm down." Vaseline urged in a low voice, but it didn't help.

"No noise, Mr. van Lindel. I think as president of the student union, you have to set an example, don't you?" Umbridge let out a burst of toothache laughter, "for some people who don't know the rules..."

"So what happened to Cedric is an accident that can be solved?" Harry said angrily, and Umbridge's attitude was very good to anger him.

Everyone came to the spirit, except a few people in Fanlin, no one knew what happened that night.

Cedric disappeared, only Harry came back alone. When Cedric appeared, Cedric had changed his temperament and seemed to have suffered something terrible.

And according to Hogwarts, Cedric was transformed into a vampire,

"Oh, that's a sad result." Umbridge said coldly,

"it was a conspiracy," Harry said. He could feel himself shaking with anger. He has just told everyone about it, and there are at least 30 students who are listening enthusiastically. "Voldemort killed him, and those things, you know."

"What do I know?" Umbridge seemed to have heard a joke.

"Cedric had an accident." Said Harry.

"What do you mean, you hurt him? I'm sorry, but you have to make me think that. " Umbridge shook his head. "So, what do you think? baud? Maybe we need to make another trip to wiesengamo? "

"Oh, good!" Harry nodded. "If it makes you see the reality."

There was no expression on Professor Umbridge's face.

For a moment, Harry thought she might scream at himself.

Then she said in her softest, sweetest, girlish voice, "I'm sorry, Mr. Porter, I don't think you're good enough now."

Umbridge looked at Harry dangerously. "We are teachers and students, so..."

Umbridge was stunned.

"Come here, Mr. Potter, my dear."

Harry left his chair, strode past van Lin and went to the teacher's desk.

He could feel the whole room holding their breath. He was so angry that he didn't notice what happened next.

Professor Umbridge took a roll of pink parchment from her handbag, laid it flat on the table, dipped the quill in ink, and began scribbling.

She put her back up so Harry couldn't see what she was writing. A minute later, she rolled up the parchment and tapped on her wand, which glued the seams of the parchment so Harry couldn't open it.

"Give this note to Professor McGonagall, dear," Professor Umbridge said, and gave him the parchment.

He took it, didn't say a word, turned around and walked out of the room. He didn't even look at them again. Then he slammed the door of the classroom.

He was walking fast in the corridor, holding the note to Professor McGonagall tightly in his hand, but after a sharp turn, he came across Pippi, a little man with a wide mouth floating in the air behind him, playing on the ink pool.

"Why is this little Potter?" Said Pippi, giggling. And make the walls covered with ink.

Harry jumped back and stormed off the road. "Get out of here, Pippi."

"Oh, fancy makes you angry." Said Pippi. Follow Harry down the corridor, glancing at him maliciously from above. "What time is it now? My little friend? Hear the sound? See fantasy? Speak... "

"Pooh," Pippi said loudly, "can't you speak?"

"I said, leave me alone!" Harry cried. He almost threw out a magic spell that he didn't know.

He ran down the nearest staircase, but Pippi slid down the banister and followed him.

"Oh, a lot of people think he's screaming, little guy, but some kind-hearted people think he's just sad, and Pippi knows the most about him, so they know he's crazy -"

"shut up!" A door on his left suddenly opened and Professor McGonagall appeared from her office, looking grim and annoyed.

"What on earth are you shouting, Potter?" She snapped, when Pippi left the field of vision happily. "Why aren't you in the classroom?"

"I was sent to see you," Harry said stiffly.

"Send? What do you mean, send? "

Harry was stiff, and then he took out Professor Umbridge's note. Professor McGonagall took it, frowned, tore it with her wand, smoothed it out, and began to look.

Harry looked around as she read what Umbridge had written.

"Come in here, Potter." Harry followed Professor McGonagall in. The door closed automatically behind him."All right," said Professor McGonagall, turning around him. "Is that true?"

"What is true?" Harry asked, as if to be more positive. "Professor?" Harry added.

Do you really yell at Professor Umbridge

"Yes," said Harry.

"You call her a liar?"

"Yes."

"Did you tell her that the man who couldn't even mention his name was back?"

"Yes."

Professor McGonagall sat down behind the table and watched him closely. Then she said, "have a biscuit, Potter."

"Have a - what?"

"Have a biscuit." She repeated impatiently, pointing to a tin of squares on a stack of paper on her desk. "Then sit down."

Harry used to be here, when he first joined the Quidditch team. He sat in a chair and ate a biscuit. Professor McGonagall also temporarily put down Professor Umbridge's note and looked at Harry very seriously.

"Porter, you have to be careful." Harry swallowed the biscuit and looked at her.

Professor McGonagall's voice was not the same as it had been; it was no longer strong, stern, fresh; it became depressed and worried. "In Professor Umbridge's class, it's not just about 50 points and incarceration."

"That's..."

"Potter, use your usual sense." Professor McGonagall said harshly, suddenly back to her original appearance. "You know where she comes from, who she's working for, and who she's going to report to."

The bell rang after class. There was a clumsy noise overhead - hundreds of students moving.

"Here it says she's going to put you in jail every night, starting tomorrow." Professor McGonagall said, looking down again at Professor Umbridge's note.

"Every night of the week!" Harry repeated, in horror. "But, Professor, you can't..."

"No, I can't..." Professor McGonagall said weakly.

"But..."

"She's your teacher and keeps you in jail every night. You go to her room at 5 o'clock tomorrow, first. Just remember: you have to be with Professor Umbridge. "

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