Chapter 268：

Since Hagrid was temporarily absent, John had to come back and take on the task of raising Zuowu.

Although it doesn’t matter if Zuowu is free-range, it can feed itself.

But such a big guy, if not restrained, can easily cause trouble to other creatures in the Forbidden Forest.

"Don't go to the centaurs, those guys have bad tempers."

Patiently admonishing Zou Wu, John used spiritual magic to soothe its restless heart due to separation.

Basil was standing on a tree, and under the tree Tom was trying to climb up.

One bird and one dog remained in a stalemate for two hours.

Really annoyed, Basil raised his wings and knocked down a wild fruit, hitting Tom on the head.

Tom became even more angry and barked to climb up.

Its dog claws climbed on the tree, scratching the bark to pieces.

"Okay, let's go back."

He whistled and called back the two little guys who were in a stalemate.

Basil flew to John's shoulder and landed, and Tom walked around John.

Zuowu looked back at John three times a step, and John waved to it.

A little Thestral ran up to John and stared at John with its pupilless eyes.

John went up to check and saw a Yeqi feather growing out. He was surprised and said: "It is rare to see a Yeqi feather at your age."

After patting the little Theqi's head, John asked Basil to fly to Hagrid's hut and bring some meat over.

The **** raw meat was placed in front of Xiao Yeqi, which was the price in exchange for Yeqi Yu.

It is also the tacit understanding between John and Yeqi.

Leaving with the raw meat, Xiao Yeqi returned to the tribe.

…

Today is the Care of Magical Zoology.

As a substitute teacher, Professor Grapeland brought the Bowtruckle.

This is a magical animal that is proficient in unlocking. On the black market, these little guys are priceless.

"Hogwarts is like a treasure, always able to bring people unexpected surprises."

The little branch-shaped guy stood in the palm of John's hand, as if he was pretending to be a real branch.

Harry was not in a good mood. He was eager to know where Hagrid was.

So he asked Professor Grapeland while everyone was choosing the Bowtruckle's food, and received a tough reply of "I don't know."

This made him a little annoyed, but he didn't let himself know.

When Malfoy passed by him, there was something cold in his eyes.

Harry stared back unconvinced, and Hermione and Ron glanced at each other, knowing that they couldn't let Harry mess around now.

They blocked the passionate look between the two, and Hermione advised him, "If anything happens to Hagrid, Dumbledore will definitely know."

"Ouch!" Harry screamed in pain because he grabbed the Bowtruckle too hard and was scratched hard by the Bowtruckle.

Hermione's persuasion didn't make him feel better. He still had to go to solitary confinement and that annoying pink toad.

The greenhouse door of herbalism opens.

A fourth-grade student walked out.

Luna and Ginny came out.

Today they have class together.

There was a fart sound in Luna's pocket, and the Snorlax appeared in John's pocket.

He put his hand just in his pocket and felt a heavy hand.

Grabbing the Bent-Horned Snorlax and taking it out, Malfoy immediately became alert.

Weighing the Bent-Horned Snorlax, John squinted his eyes and said, "You have become heavier and bigger."

The Horned Snorlax was about to run into John's small bag when he heard this and mooed.

John thought it had something to do with the intake of magic power. He said thoughtfully: "Maybe I should give you some other food."

Just eating fruit will not make it grow, John wants to see if the Scimitar-Horned Snorlax will grow.

He took a dragon fruit from the small bag and held it with its horn. The horned Snorlax farted again and left.

Thinking that the armor he took out from Lestrange was still there, John said something to Malfoy and others before heading to Hagrid's hut.

This place is no different from the last time he left. Hagrid didn't even bother to repair the broken window glass.

Taking out the huge armor from the small bag, John took out his wand and waved it.

The huge armor combination is neatly placed on a shelf.

After everything was done, he left a letter to Hagrid.

Otherwise Hagrid would think a troll had lived in his house and left a suit of armor behind.

Although this armor was modified by John.

Noticing that there was something left in the stove, John narrowed his eyes.

The remaining thing was a corner of parchment, which seemed to be an unburned letter.

Stretching out his hand, only a corner of the parchment flew into his hand.

John pinched the corner and fell into deep thought.

…

Harry was sentenced to solitary confinement for contradicting the investigating officer.

Even if you tell Professor McGonagall, there is nothing you can do about this matter.

Now that the Ministry of Magic has made it clear that it will intervene to rectify the situation, other professors are hard pressed to say anything.

​In fact, it may not be a good thing, just as Professor Flitwick said.

People like Trelawney who were more liars than teachers were also recruited by Dumbledore as teachers.

It is true that Trelawney does have a third eye, but the triggering state is a mystery, and she relies more on some psychological methods for teaching.

Only a talented person like John could be taught, while all the other students were completely confused.

Couldn't Dumbledore just keep people in Hogwarts?

Do you have to let him be the teacher?

Perhaps Dumbledore is not suitable as a principal. Many decisions he made did not consider the future of the students.

As a weapon to check and balance Dumbledore, Umbridge has great authority in Hogwarts.

Students can be placed in solitary confinement, punished for copying, or deducted points.

So it is reasonable for Harry to be in solitary confinement.

As the vice-principal, Professor McGonagall cannot make changes.

But Professor McGonagall never imagined that Umbridge's confinement was not simple.

Arrive at five o'clock.

Harry walked into Umbridge's office.

Since she is not a professor, she has to rearrange her office.

Fortunately, there are a lot of empty rooms at Hogwarts.

When Harry walked in, he saw many cat dishes of different colors.

The cats were wearing bows of various colors.

Harry felt sick.

He hoped that Umbridge would let him participate in Friday's Quidditch Keeper selection, but unfortunately he was refused.

Because Harry is spending a week in confinement.

Umbridge said sweetly, "You are going to write a few sentences for me, Mr. Potter, no, not with your quill."

She stopped Harry from taking out the quill, and instead held out a long, thin black quill with a particularly sharp tip.

"I want you to write, I can't lie." She said softly.

Harry asked: "How many times do you write it?" No matter how many times you write it, as long as you can participate in the Quidditch selection.

"Keep writing until this sentence is engraved in your heart." Umbridge said in a cooing voice, with an inquiring expression, "Start writing."

Harry thought confinement was some kind of punishment, just copying.

He asked if there was any ink, but Umbridge told him that he didn't need ink.

In the magical world, anything is possible.

Harry didn't delve into it. He picked up the pen and started writing. The bright red ink appeared on the paper like blood.

As soon as he finished writing the first sentence, Harry gasped in pain.

On the back of his hand, a line of words appeared, as if scraped with a knife, bright red.

Soon the words disappeared, and Harry looked up at Umbridge.

See that toad-like face with a disgusting smile.

"Write it."

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Chapter 294 Snake Lady and Attack

Harry wrote for several hours before he was let go, but Umbridge looked like she was determined to let him have the words engraved on her body.

After returning, he met Ron, who was making up dreams for the divination class.

When Ron asked about the confinement, Harry only said a few sentences.

"That's quite relaxing, compared to wiping trophies or something like that."

As someone who had been incarcerated several times, Ron felt very relaxed.

But whether it is easy or not, only Harry knows.

The second confinement was still the same, copying sentences.

Harry felt that he was in a silent confrontation with Umbridge, and he would win.

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Plymouth Colony.

Johnny Silverhand's American branch.

Johnson's strong body like a pile of rocks was still blocking the door, and the people with evil intentions seemed to be missing.

At night, he looked around with his big copper bell eyes.

Knocked on the pillar next to him with his fist, and the neon light lit up above.

The angry salesman straightened his tie and waited for the customer to arrive.

There were not so many people in the shop at night, but they were all mysteriously dressed guys.

A short wizard came here, and Johnson frowned, because the guy looked like an underage wizard.

"Pass." Johnson did not let the wizard go directly, but asked for something.

Johnny Silverhand at night was only open to those with a pass. The short wizard's body was shrouded in a cloak, reaching out to rummage for something.

Just when Johnson was a little impatient, the guy made a sound of surprise.