Just as Levin was looking around the Defense Against the Dark Arts office, Umbridge's voice interrupted his thoughts.

She was wearing a dazzling red printed robe, and the color blended in with the tablecloth on the desk, making it difficult to distinguish.

She said delicately:"Good afternoon, Miss Zhang Qiu."

Levin gave Umbridge an apt description of the pink toad that could make a whistling sound.

On the surface, Levin remained calm and responded with a smile in Zhang Qiu's unique gentle tone:"Hello, Professor Umbridge.""

"Well, sit down."Umbridge said in her sweet voice that made people get goosebumps, and at the same time pointed with a stubby finger to a small table with lace.

Next to that table, Levin had already been prepared. There was a straight-backed chair, and a blank piece of parchment and a delicate quill were neatly placed on the table.

Levin's eyes quickly scanned the room, and he noticed another person on the other side of the room. There is a table. The position and decoration of that table are obviously different from this one. It seems to be prepared for another guest - probably the Harry who has been in trouble again recently.

Levin shook his head secretly in his heart, this unlucky person Damn, I don’t know how I offended Umbridge this time, so I was put into solitary confinement again.——~It’s really about eating but not fighting.

He sat gently on the chair, trying his best to imitate Zhang Qiu's elegant and calm sitting posture.

He knew that at this critical moment, any small detail might reveal his identity.

After a while, there was another knock on the door.

"Come in."

Umbridge said in her unique voice.

Harry opened the door and walked in. His eyes quickly swept across the room, saw Umbridge, and finally landed on Zhang Qiu.

Harry His eyes lit up, emitting a light that made even Levin feel sick.

"sit down."Umbridge pointed to the table prepared for Harry again.

However, Harry did not sit down immediately. He hesitated for a moment, seeming to gather courage, and then said:"Professor Umbridge, Well...before we begin, I...I want to ask you...one thing."

Umbridge's bulging eyes suddenly narrowed. She seemed very excited about Harry's request.

"oh? What's up?"She asked in an almost excited tone.

"Well, I... I'm on the Gryffindor Quidditch team."Harry said, straightening his back, as if he wanted to show his courage,"I should participate in training tomorrow afternoon. I don't know if I can... I won't be in confinement tomorrow. I will find another night to make up for it.……"

Levine sat there, speechless.

When Harry offended Umbridge in class and had an anal confrontation with her, he was fearless and indignant.

Now he gave in to Quidditch, and even began to beg in a low voice to change the confinement time.

Did he really think Umbridge would change her mind easily?

Or does Harry think that Hogwarts is his back garden and he can do whatever he wants?

What are you thinking about every day?

Sure enough, Umbridge let out a bloodcurdling laugh that sounded like a frog that had just swallowed a delicious fly.

"No, no!"This is your punishment for spreading evil, despicable, sensational lies," she squeaked. Mr. Potter, of course the punishment cannot be adjusted arbitrarily for the convenience of the wrongdoer."

"Not tomorrow, not ever. Whenever it's time for you to train, you have to come here for confinement.

Umbridge said proudly:"I think it's actually a good thing to miss some activities that you particularly like." It can make you realize your mistakes more deeply."

When Harry heard these words, he felt his blood surge and his ears buzzing.

He clenched his fists, eyes flashing with anger, thinking about yelling at Umbridge like he was in class, thinking Telling her how unfair it all was.

However, Umbridge just stared at Harry with that disgusting smile on her lips, tilting her head. She seemed to be waiting to see him have another attack, so she could punish him further. Him.

Harry took a deep breath and forced himself to calm down.

He knew that he couldn't lose control again, otherwise it would only make the situation worse. He turned away and no longer looked at Umbridge's disgusting face..

Unable to vent his anger on Umbridge, he was so angry that he had to throw his schoolbag rudely next to the straight-backed chair, and the books inside were scattered on the floor.

"pick it up! Umbridge commanded in her sickeningly sweet voice, with a malicious glint in her eyes,"Is this your tutor, Potter?" Oh, I forgot, you have no parents... you have been living at your aunt's house. You are an orphan, right?"Her words were like a sharp knife, piercing into Harry's heart.

Harry's eyes widened, glaring at Umbridge, his hands clenched into fists, and the joints turned white.

He seemed to see A red light flashed in front of his eyes, which was the anger and impulse deep in his heart, wanting to punch this hateful woman.

Umbridge seemed to see through Harry's mind, and she moved her face provocatively, With a proud smile on his lips:

"What, you want to hit me? come!"

Her eyes were full of provocation and expectation. As long as Potter dared to make a move, she would immediately have grounds to expel him.

Harry gritted his teeth and trembled all over. He felt as if his chest was going to explode.

However, He remembered what Professor McGonagall had told him, and he knew he couldn't be impulsive. So, he swallowed hard, bent down to pick up the scattered books and backpacks, and then sat down on the chair.

Umbridge Looking at Harry's actions, a trace of disappointment flashed in his eyes.

Unable to get the desired result, Umbridge turned to look at Levin, who was pretending to be Zhang Qiu:

"What about you, Miss Zhang Qiu, do you have a request? If it were you, I would consider it……"She laughed, the sound was like a snake spitting a message

"My only request is that I come to confinement every day."Levan said calmly.

Umbridge's eyes instantly turned sinister. She didn't expect that the other party was so arrogant, but she still kept that sickeningly sweet voice:

"You will get what you want."

She walked to the desk and picked up two long, thin black quill pens with particularly sharp tips.

"Now, you have to write a few sentences for me... No, not with your quill, use the pen I gave you!"

She handed the two quills to Harry and Levin

After Levin took the pen, he knew what it was just at a glance.

The feathers were raven feathers, and a dark magic spell had been cast on them.

This pen can use the writer's blood as ink to write, and it will also physically punish the writer.

This is an extremely cruel magic tool, usually used against wizards who have made serious mistakes.

"I want you to write: I cannot lie. Umbridge said to Harry softly in her disgusting voice.

Harry frowned and asked blankly:"How many times should I write it?""(To read exciting novels, go to Feilu Novel Network!)

He thought he would face more severe punishments, such as cleaning the entire castle or not being allowed to use the wand for a week, but he didn't expect that it was just writing. This left him hanging. I feel a little more relaxed all morning

"Keep writing until this sentence is engraved in your heart. Umbridge replied sweetly,"Start writing, Mr. Potter.""

Harry picked up the black quill pen and felt that the tip was extremely sharp. He carefully wrote the first word on the paper.

At the same time, Umbridge turned to Levin, a flash of light flashed in her eyes. Resentment:"And you want to write...I should be obedient!"

She deliberately bit the word"good boy" very hard, as if she was mocking the other party's previous actions.

She wanted to take revenge on Zhang Qiu for causing her to be doused with fecal water in public.

Levin raised his head slightly and greeted him calmly with his eyes. Catching Umbridge's gaze:"Are you sure?"

"Yes, I'm pretty sure! Umbridge emphasized her tone,"Dear Miss Zhang Qiu, I think you will like this sentence!""

After saying that, Umbridge walked to her desk and sat down, and began to immerse herself in a pile of parchment, seemingly correcting homework.

However, her eyes secretly glanced up from time to time, looking forward to reading. Seeing Zhang Qiu's reaction,

Levin raised the black quill and waved it gently with his left hand in the wide robe.

He did not start writing immediately, but seemed to be preparing something, which made Umbridge feel a little strange, but She did not attack immediately.

After a while, Levin held the quill pen, the tip of the pen fell steadily on the paper, and wrote quickly:

"I should be obedient!"[]

Umbridge frowned and looked at Zhang Qiu with some confusion. forDidn't she scream at the quill punishment like the other students?

How is this going?

She couldn't help but begin to doubt the quill she had bought in Knockturn Alley.

The store owner assured her that this thing was very useful for punishing students.

Have you been deceived?

This pen broke so quickly?

Thinking of this, Umbridge felt a surge of anger in her heart.

She decided that after this matter was over, she would have the Aurors seal off the store and teach the store owner who dared to lie to her a lesson.

However, just as she was about to continue observing Levin's reaction, she suddenly felt a heartbreaking pain coming from her fingers.

She couldn't help but gasp, and then screamed loudly..

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