Hogwarts Card Drawer

At Harry's words, his bulging eyes narrowed.

"Oh, what?"

"Well, I'm a member of the Gryffindor Quidditch team, and I hope to participate in the Keeper Trials at five o'clock on Friday. I'm...whether I can skip the detention that night and put it on another night instead."

Before he finished speaking, Harry seemed to know something was wrong, and he basically lost his voice after he finished speaking.

"Oh, no," said Professor Umbridge, laughing so hard that she looked as if she had just swallowed a very large toad.

"Oh, no, no, no, this is your punishment for spreading wicked, dirty, distracting stories, Mr Potter, of course punishment cannot be given to those who deserve it, no... you tomorrow, the day after tomorrow, Friday You have to come, you have to be in detention as required. I think it is a good thing that you miss what you want, which can strengthen the effect of the course."

Harry felt the blood rush to the top of his head, and there was a thud in his ear. "Wicked, sordid, distracting stories," is that what he is saying?

She looked at him with her head slightly sideways, still smiling with her mouth open, and although she knew what he was thinking, she was still waiting to see if he would yell at her again, with dire consequences. Harry looked away, threw his schoolbag on the chair, and sat down.

"Here," said Professor Umbridge sweetly, "we'd be better off if we could keep our tempers under control, wouldn't we? Now, please demonstrate the spell for me, Mr Potter, no, not with your pen .”

She added as Harry bent to open the bag, "You're going to use my more special one. Here you-"

She handed him a slender, black quill with an unusual point.

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

"Write until you remember it hard." Professor Umbridge said sweetly, "Leave after writing."

"You didn't give me ink," he said.

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

"What about me?" Kronos couldn't help asking, "You won't just let me stand here and watch?" Kronos thought it was silly for him to stand aside like this.

"Of course not. Mr. Slughorn, will you come with me?" Professor Umbridge said, and pushed open a door behind the desk.

Only then did Kronos realize that it was a stone gate, but it was also painted pink, the same color as the surrounding walls.

Chronos didn't know what Professor Umbridge was up to, he subconsciously wanted to pull out his wand, but he still believed that Professor Umbridge couldn't do anything to him.

Kronos glanced back at Harry, and found that he was already writing the punishment. Judging from his expression, he should have known that it was different from the quill.

Kronos couldn't help shivering, thinking, "This old woman must be shivering!" For the first time, Kronos felt a retreat in his heart.

Kronos slowly moved his trembling calf, but no matter how much he procrastinated, he woke up and came to the door of the dark cabinet.

"Close the door, Mr. Slughorn." Professor Umbridge's voice made Chronos's heart tremble.

"What are you closing the door for?" Kronos asked in a trembling voice.

"Don't you like letting others eavesdrop on our conversation?" Professor Umbridge asked without answering.

Kronos could hear Harry snorting outside. He had to close the door softly, but Chronos did not lock him.

"Sit down, please," said Professor Umbridge, pushing a small bench in front of him.

Kronos sat tremblingly in front of her,

But his right hand had already clenched the wand tucked inside his robe.

"Don't be nervous, Mr. Slughorn." Professor Umbridge smiled what she thought was a good-looking smile. As everyone knows, Waikronos looks like a toad with a human face in his eyes.

"I can call you Chronos! That's what I called you before." Professor Umbridge's voice was sweet and cloying.

"Yeah." Kronos nodded hastily.

"I'm so sorry, Chronos. I shouldn't have talked to you like that in class."

"Huh?" Kronos was stunned by Professor Umbridge's sudden change of attitude, and he looked at the apologetic Professor Umbridge in front of him at a loss.

"But at that time, I really had to." Professor Umbridge's tone changed from sweetness to a feeling of being wronged, "You know, Minister Fudge asked me to help the lost Hogwarts back to Hogwarts. Right on track, I had to talk to you like that."

"Hmm." Kronos snorted through her nostrils, but she still didn't speak.

"Minister Fudge knows that you were blackmailed by Dumbledore." Professor Umbridge didn't care about Chronos' attitude at all, and continued to speak to himself.

"Huh...huh?" Chronos was confused by Professor Umbridge's second sentence. What do you mean I was threatened by Professor Dumbledore.

"At first Minister Fudge also thought that you chose the rebel faction on Dumbledore's side." Professor Umbridge continued, "But Mr. Malfoy told Mr. Minister that you were threatened by Dumbledore."

"Mr. Malfoy? Uncle Lucius. What does this have to do with him?" Chronos became more and more confused as he listened.

"Minister Fudge was furious when he learned that Dumbledore was threatening you with O.W.L. grades. But he suffered from no direct evidence of Dumbledore's rebellion, so he hoped that you could be our Ministry of Magic's internal response to Dumbledore."

"What is this all about?" Kronos was wondering again in his heart, but from now on, it seems that he doesn't need to come here again on Friday, otherwise Kronos can't guarantee whether he will runaway.

Professor Umbridge saw that Chronos did not speak, and thought that Chronos acquiesced to avoid Dumbledore's monitoring!

Next, Umbridge, the old woman, told Chronos a lot of mysterious things that Kronos heard, and in the end Chronos just folded his arms and began to nod and fight uncontrollably. Here comes the doze.

And as Harry outside continued to write these words over and over again on the parchment, he soon felt that his pen was out of ink, and only his own blood was left. Continue to write, these words seem to keep entering the skin, coming out, and they keep appearing on the next line.

Night fell on Professor Umbridge's window. Harry didn't ask when he could stop, he didn't even look at his watch. He seemed to know she was waiting for him to show tiredness, but Harry didn't show it at all. It seems that he doesn't mind letting him stay here all night, but he keeps opening the parchment and writing with a quill...