Harry Potter and the Great Old Ones

Chapter 423 Punishment

The Defense Against the Dark Arts class was followed by Charms and Transfiguration classes. Both Professor Flitwick and Professor McGonagall spent fifteen minutes stressing the importance of the exam to the entire class.

"You must remember!" said the short Professor Flitwick shrilly, standing on a pile of books as usual so that he could see the class from the podium, "these exams may affect you

Many years ahead! If you haven’t seriously considered your career yet, you should do so now. In the meantime, I’m afraid we all have to work harder than before to ensure that you all perform at your best.

!”

Then, they spent more than an hour reviewing the Flying Curse. According to Professor Flitwick, this was something that would definitely be included in their exams.

Before get out of class, he assigned a large number of magic spells as homework as never before.

The situation in Transfiguration was no better, if not worse.

"Without serious study, practice, and application," Professor McGonagall said seriously, "you will not be able to pass the exam. I think that as long as you invest time and energy, there is no reason why all the students in this class will not be able to transform.

Course pass certificate.”

Neville sighed in disbelief.

"Yes, the same goes for you, Longbottom." Professor McGonagall's eagle-like eyes instantly turned to Neville Longbottom, "There is nothing wrong with your operation, you just lack confidence. So today we are going to start learning the disappearing spell. The disappearing spell.

It is simpler than the summoning spell that you usually practice when you reach the level, but it is still the most difficult magic that will appear in your exam."

When they started practicing, Harry found that the vanishing spell was extremely difficult to kill.

By the end of both sessions, neither he nor Ron had been able to make the snail they were practicing on disappear, although Ron said hopefully that he thought his snail had become a little lighter in color.

And Hermione successfully made her snail disappear on her third try, thus winning a ten-point reward for Gryffindor House from Professor McGonagall. She was the only one who didn't have to do homework, and everyone else did.

I had to practice this spell overnight and prepare to try it again on those snails the next afternoon.

The time soon came to five o'clock in the evening, the time that Umbridge asked them to be detained in the morning.

After coming down from Professor McGonagall's Transfiguration class, they didn't even have time to send their schoolbags to Gryffindor Tower, so they rushed straight to dinner so that they could have something to eat in a hurry before facing Umbridge to prepare for them.

I don't know what the errand is.

At five minutes to five o'clock, Harry and Hermione came to the door of Umbridge's office together and knocked on the shabby wooden door.

Then they heard a cloyingly sweet voice shouting: "Come in."

Harry opened the door carefully, and Hermione followed behind him.

Harry had been familiar with this office when the previous three owners had lived here.

During the days when Gilderoy Lockhart lived there, pictures of Gilderoy Lockhart with a smile on his face were plastered everywhere on the walls.

After Lupine moves in, every time he comes to see him, he may encounter a very interesting evil animal in a cage or box.

When the fake Moody lived here, the room was filled with various instruments and handicrafts used to detect other people's misdeeds and hiding places.

At this moment, the room was almost unrecognizable. Everything was covered with lace dropcloths and tablecloths.

There are also several vases filled with dried flowers, each placed on a separate small cushion.

Hanging on one wall is a set of decorative plates, each with a large, brightly colored cat wearing a different bow around its neck.

These things were so disgusting that Harry was frightened and just stared at them blankly. Then Professor Umbridge spoke again:

"Good evening, Mr. Potter, Miss Granger."

Harry was so frightened that he turned around hastily. Even Hermione was staring at the decorative plates with a serious expression.

They didn't notice Umbridge at first because she was wearing a dazzling red printed gown, and the color blended in with the tablecloth on the desk behind her, making it almost impossible to tell them apart.

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

Hermione just nodded towards Umbridge, her brows furrowed, as if she was thinking about something that was a matter of life and death, and completely ignored the increasingly greasy and disgusting smirk on Umbridge's face.

"Okay, sit down." To Harry's surprise, Umbridge didn't seem to say much about Hermione's obvious "discourteous" appearance, but pointed to a picture with lace hanging down.

The small table said that she had placed two straight-backed chairs next to it, and there were two blank pieces of parchment on the table, obviously prepared for them.

Harry and Hermione sat in silence on the two small chairs.

"Now, I want you to copy a few sentences - no, no, no, not with your pen." Umbridge continued to laugh disgustingly, but when she saw Harry and Hermione bending down to open their schoolbags,

But he hurriedly stopped it.

"What you are going to use is a very unusual pen of mine. Here." Umbridge handed Harry and Hermione two long, thin black quill pens with extremely sharp tips, "I want you to write: I

Don’t lie.”

She said softly.

"How many times?" Harry asked, appearing commendably polite.

"Oh, keep writing until this sentence is engraved in your hearts." Umbridge said in a cooing voice, "Start writing."

She walked to her desk and sat down, immersed in a pile of parchment, which looked like a batch of papers waiting for correction.

Harry raised the sharp black quill, then realized what was missing, and looked at Hermione -

"You didn't give me ink." Hermione questioned.

"Oh, you don't need ink." Professor Umbridge said, with a slight smile in her voice.

Harry and Hermione looked at each other doubtfully again, then put the tip of their quill pen on the paper and wrote: I cannot lie.

Suddenly, Harry gasped in pain, and then he heard Hermione scream in a low voice——

The words that appeared on the parchment seemed to be written in bright red ink.

At the same time, this line of words appeared on the back of Harry and Hermione's right hands, and was deeply sunk into the flesh, as if carved with a scalpel -

However, just as he stared at these bright red wounds, the skin healed again. The place where the words were just now was only slightly redder than before, but it felt very smooth.

"Seven, Hermione, please prepare a pot of fresh white potion before the first Defense Against the Dark Arts class next semester. Harry and many students can use it."

Harry and Hermione recalled Tiera's prophecy in their minds at almost the same moment.

When Harry and Hermione were writing the words "I must not lie" over and over again, Umbridge was looking at them with a smile, feeling a twisted pleasure in her heart, and suddenly -

After turning into Dumbledore, Tiera, who was sitting in the Hogwarts principal's office preparing lessons, raised her head from her desk, sneered, and then lowered her eyes, piercing the space and falling on Huo.

In the Defense Against the Dark Arts classroom on the third floor of Gvoz——

Umbridge felt a chill all over her body, as if she was being targeted by some beast or demon.

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