Chapter 862

Five minutes to five, Harry said goodbye to van Lin and set off for Umbridge's office on the third floor.

As a matter of fact, as soon as Harry left, Harry had a delusion that the journey would be very bad, but since he had something to ask Umbridge, it was always good to be early.

Thinking about it, Harry ran up and came out a little late, but two minutes later, Harry stood outside the door of Umbridge.

Harry hesitated for a moment.

As soon as he knocked on the door, Umbridge called in a sweet, greasy voice, "come in."

Harry walked in carefully and looked around.

He knew the three owners of the office.

Girero lohat boasted all day long when he was here. When Lupin is here, if you visit, you will see charming dark creatures in the cage and pool. Fake Moody's time is full of different instruments and artifacts used to detect false appearances and restricted areas.

Now, it's all different here.

The surface was covered with cloth, and several vases were filled with dried flowers, each in its own place, with decorative plates hanging on one wall, and each of the giant colored kittens with different neckties around its neck.

This originally very cute little guy, but through the pink color of Umbridge, Harry couldn't help but feel cold, until Professor Umbridge spoke again.

"Good evening, Mr. Potter." Harry began to look around, and he didn't notice Umbridge at first because she was wearing a terrible patterned robe mixed with the color of the tablecloth behind her.

"Good evening, Professor Umbridge," Harry said stiffly.

"All right, sit down," she said, pointing to a small table and the straight back chair next to it. There was a piece of black parchment on the table that was ready for him.

"Well," Harry didn't move. "Professor Umbridge, well, before we start, I'd like to ask you if you can make me a request?"

Umbridge's protruding eyes narrowed and seemed to have discovered something interesting. "Oh, what?"

"Well, I'm a member of the Gryffindor Quidditch team, and I'd like to take part in the five o'clock goalie trials on Friday, and I'm going to see if I can put it on another night without being locked up that night."

Before he said that, looking at Umbridge's expression, Harry knew it was not very good.

"Oh, no," said Umbridge, laughing so much that she looked as if she had just swallowed a particularly juicy fruit. "Oh, no, no, no, it's your punishment for spreading evil, a dirty, distracting story, Mr. porter. Punishment certainly doesn't make it convenient for those who deserve it, and more than that, you do tomorrow, the day after tomorrow, Friday Yes, you must. You must be confined as required. I think it's a good thing that you miss what you want, and it enhances the effectiveness of the course. "

Harry felt the blood rush to his head, and there was a crash in his ear.

"Evil, dirty, distracting stories," is that about him?

Umbridge looked at him slightly, still wide open and smiling. Although she knew what Harry was thinking, she was still waiting to see if he would yell at her again at the tragic result.

Harry looked away, threw his schoolbag on the chair and sat down.

"Here," Umbridge said sweetly, "if we could control our temper, we would be better off, wouldn't we? Now, please show me the charm, Mr. Potter, no, not with your pen, "she added as Harry bent over to open her schoolbag." you're going to use my more special one. Here you are... "

Said Umbridge, handing him a slender, black quill with an unusual point.

"I want you to write, I can't lie," she instructed softly.

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

"Oh, as long as you remember," Umbridge said sweetly, "when you're done, go."

She went to her desk and sat down, facing a pile of parchment, as if writing a paper. Harry held up the black quill and found something missing.

"You didn't give me ink." Said Harry.

"Oh, of course, you don't need ink," Professor Umbridge said, with a smile in her voice suggesting something.

Harry put the quill on the paper and began to write: don't lie. He felt a pang of pain.

The letters in red ink appear on parchment. At the same time, the letters appear on the back of Harry's right hand, like a scalpel piercing his skin He even saw obvious cuts, the skin healed again, the red color was lighter than before, very smooth.

Harry looked at Umbridge, and she was looking at him at the same time. There was a smile in her wide, disagreeable mouth.

"What's the matter?"

"Oh, nothing." Said Harry quietly. He looked at the parchment again, put the quill on it again and wrote, "I shouldn't lie," and for a moment the back of his hand felt a burning pain.

Again, the words seemed to enter his skin; again, they seemed to come out.As Harry continued to put 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. As you go on writing, these words seem to be constantly entering the skin and coming out, and they are constantly appearing on the next line.

Night fell out of Umbridge's window. Harry didn't ask him when he could stop. He didn't even look at his watch. He seemed to know she was waiting, and he was tired, but Harry didn't show it at all. It seems as if he didn't mind doing it all night, just kept opening the parchment and writing with a quill pen.

"Come here," Umbridge said after hours.

Harry stood up. His hand is still stinging. When he looked down, he found that the wound had healed, but the skin was covered with red blood.

Hand. She said.

Harry reached out.

When she touched Harry's wound with her short, thick, ring worn, disgusting finger, Harry tried to restrain himself from shaking.

"Tut! Tut! I didn't expect to have so much impact on you. " She said with a smile. "Then, you go on to-morrow night! You can go now. "

Harry walked out of the office without saying a word. It's very quiet in the school. It must be midnight now. He walked slowly out of the corridor, and when he turned the corner to make sure that Umbridge couldn't hear him, Harry began to run. He had no time to practice the vanishing mantra, to write a diary about his dreams every day, and to finish his atlas of plants, let alone his paper.

The next morning, he didn't eat breakfast to write some artificial dreams as homework for their first class, divination class, and was surprised to find that Ron was also around him in rags.

"Why didn't you do it last night?" Harry asked, while Ron was busy in the spacious common room. Ron fell asleep yesterday as soon as Harry came back.

Ron was mumbling, "something else," scribbling on parchment.

"That's all I have to do," said Ron, trying to close the diary. "I said I dreamt that I was buying a new pair of shoes so she couldn't see anything in them, could she?"

They quickly ran to the north tower to gather. "What about the confinement at Umbridge yesterday? What does she want you to do

Harry hesitated for a few seconds and then said

"write!"

"That doesn't seem bad, and then, eh?" Said Ron.

"No more." Said Harry.

"Hey - I almost forgot - did she leave you on Friday?"

"No Harry said solemnly

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