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"You're still not going to tell the truth, are you?" said Umbridge, with a cruel and happy look on her face, and she rudely drew her wand, the tip of which almost touched Harry's nose.

"[Piercing the Heart!]" she recited the incantation viciously.

Harry felt a piercing pain spread through his body, and his heart pounded against his ribs as if it were about to burst out.

He gritted his teeth and gathered all his strength to resist the pain he had never felt before. He didn't want to wail in front of Umbridge, he didn't want his pain to be the work of the other party's pride, his forehead was bruised, and his sweaty hands gripped the armrest of the chair tightly, trying to keep himself awake and strong.

"It's really not good, don't you want to say it? I see how long you can endure it. Umbridge's voice was cold and cruel, and she raised her wand again, the tip of which flashed dangerously, "[Piercing Heart]—"

Harry felt a sharp pain welling up in his heart, as if countless needles were piercing his body at the same time.

He knew that if Umbridge continued to cast the spell, the consequences would be dire.

Being hit once or twice by the [Drill Heart Curse] may be barely enduring, but if you are tortured for too long, the pain will be endless, until you go mad and even die.

Neville had told him that his parents had been driven mad by the spell, and that they had spent countless painful days and nights at St. Mungo's Hospital. Harry did his best to contain his fears, but the pain came like a tidal wave, making it impossible for him to remain silent any longer. A terrifying, prolonged scream echoed through the attic, as if to release all the pain.

In those long, short seconds, it was as if Harry had gone through countless years of torment. His mind was filled with chaotic thoughts and endless pain, as if he had completely forgotten the existence of Levine and Umbridge. He was just screaming and struggling, but he never gave in.

Until the end of the spell, Harry still didn't reveal a word.

However, Umbridge didn't let him go. She was going to recite that terrible spell a third time, and Harry would break down completely.

"Dolores. At this moment, Levin's voice suddenly sounded.

Umbridge froze as if struck by lightning for a few seconds, then spun around. Shock and incredulity were written on her face: "Professor Green, you...... Why are you in the principal's office?"

Umbridge struggled to put her usual fake smile on her toad-like face, but at the moment, she found that she couldn't dispel the fear in her heart. Her smile was stiff and twisted, and it looked eerie.

Levine still reclined in his chair, his legs folded, without the slightest intention of letting go. He stretched out his finger and tapped lightly at the arcane eye in the air, and the recording stopped. He clapped his palms as if to brush away the non-existent dust, and then quietly grabbed the teleportation badge with his right hand.

"Dolores," Levin's voice was calm and majestic, "unfortunately, no one but the Aurors has the right to use these spells. Wizards who do not have access to the Forbidden Spell are sentenced to Azkaban's imprisonment if they use an unforgivable spell on a person. "

Umbridge bit her lip and her mind raced through what to do.

She wanted to beg the other party for mercy, but when she thought that she had hinted allegiance to Levine countless times since this semester, but he ignored them, she understood that the other party didn't look down on her at all and didn't need her "talent". She knew that it was useless to beg for mercy.

She wants to move out of her backstage Fudge to threaten Levin, but then she thinks of her own crime, the illegal use of the Unforgivable Charm, and the object is still a young wizard. She knew that the Gianna faction was as powerful in the Ministry of Magic as Fudge, and that Fudge would never save himself for such a serious crime.

Eventually, she turned her gaze to Levin's current posture and her empty hands, and made a decision in her heart.

She was ruthless, and suddenly raised her wand with a hideous face, pointed it at Levin in an instant, and screamed, "[Avada Suo]!"

Under Harry's horrified gaze, a green spell erupted from the tip of Umbridge's wand, and it swooped down on Levine like a vicious snake.

Harry's heart instantly rose to his throat, as if he had seen Levine lying in a pool of blood.

However, in stark contrast to Harry's fear and sadness, Umbridge had a smug smile on his face. It was as if she had foreseen her victory, that the spell was about to hit Levin, and that everything would be as she wished.

However, just as her smile was revealed, it suddenly froze on her face.

Because the moment that green spell hit Levin, it was like a stone sinking into the sea, and it didn't stir up any waves!

Harry's eyes widened at the sudden turn of events, though he was still in deep pain. He looked at Levine, and saw that the other party was still standing there calmly, not even a single nosebleed remained.

"You couldn't have been hit...... No one can defend against the [Requirition Spell]" Umbridge raised her wand, her voice trembling a little, stunned by the scene in front of her, she had temporarily forgotten the purpose of her attack on Levin, and focused on the miracle in front of her.

She couldn't believe what she saw, because in her perception, the [Requirition Spell] was unsolvable, and no one could resist its power.

"Dolores, it seems that you are a little more incompetent than I thought......" Levine shook his head slightly, with a hint of sarcasm in his tone, "If you were a little smarter, you would find that half of the people in this headmaster's office have successfully resisted this spell. "

In fact, Levine's immunity to Umbridge's [Requires" is not due to the opponent's incompetence. On the contrary, this old woman is quite talented in black magic, and the malice in her heart is strong enough. The [Requirition Spell] she used was indeed deadly.

The reason why Levin stood there unharmed was because he had already applied a powerful layer of protection to himself, the five-ring druid spell [Anti-Death Enchantment].

This spell does not have the ability to defend against physical damage or block normal attacks, but its unique, and only powerful effect, is that it makes the recipient completely immune to any form of death spell.

Whether it's an instant death attack, a negative energy attack, or a deadly spell such as [Reel Spell], [Death Finger], etc., they will become powerless in front of this layered interface.

However, that doesn't mean Levine rests on his laurels.

When facing a master of dark arts of Voldemort's level, even the [Death-Resistant Enchantment] may not be able to completely resist his powerful instant death spell.

At this time, in the face of Umbridge's confusion, Levine certainly will not make many villain mistakes, explain the principle of his moves in public, reveal his secret weapon, he knows that in the battle of magic, it is equally important to remain mysterious and cautious.

Levine raised his eyes slightly, and slowly but firmly grasped the wand in his hand.

Umbridge, meanwhile, has descended into complete madness. She hysterically cast the [Disarming Charm] on Levine, trying to deprive the other party of the ability to fight back. However, despite Levin's seemingly defenseless baptism of red light, his wand remained firmly in his hand.

The next moment, Levin flicked his wand, and a red light flew back to Umbridge with lightning speed. With a scream, her eight-inch-long birch dragon heart wand suddenly flew out of her hand and landed firmly in Levin's hand.

Umbridge, on the other hand, was thrown out and slammed into the wall. She screamed in pain, a voice that was sharp and poignant, like a sow waiting to be slaughtered.

You should rejoice, Umbridge. Levine shrugged, a smile on his face that looked like a devil in Umbridge's eyes, "Because I'm going to deal with you through the authorities." No, it doesn't mean that you will be punished less. "

Umbridge watched her wand fall into Levin's hands, and an inexplicable fear welled up in her heart.

The next moment, blue-purple sparks appeared in Levin's hands, and these sparks jumped and flickered, as if they contained some mysterious power. If Luna was here, she would have recognized that it was a flame ignited by pure psychic power.

The blue-purple flames burned little by little along the shaft of the staff, making a crackling explosion. Umbridge watched as her wand twisted, transformed, and turned to ashes in the flames, her heart filled with despair and anger, but she was powerless to resist. (If you read a violent novel, go to Feilu Novel Network!)

At that moment, another fire was lit, but it was in the direction of the fireplace.

As the flames rose, several wizards in battle uniforms emerged from the fireplace. They saluted respectfully at Levine, their faces full of awe. Levine nodded, his chin twitching in Umbridge's direction.

A rope flew out of the head wizard and tied Umbridge into a knot.

Looking at the five wizards in battle uniforms, Umbridge thought of Levingrin's power in the Ministry of Magic, and his face suddenly turned pale as paper, and the whole person seemed to have lost all his strength.

She knelt directly on the ground, (Nuo Zhao Hao) wanted to beg Levine's forgiveness loudly, but the corners of her mouth twitched a few times, and she still couldn't make a sound.

It wasn't until he saw the wizards approaching that Umbridge cried out, "I'm the Headmaster of Hogwarts! I want to see Fudge! I've done it for the Ministry of Magic! I've shed blood for the Minister! I want to see the Minister—"

Apparently, the wizards behind Levin were mistaken for Aurors by her.

But Umbridge guessed wrong, no matter how much she pulled out Fudge, she couldn't impress these people.

After hearing her words, they remained expressionless, unconcerned about her pleading and struggle, and were about to escort her away.

Seeing this, Umbridge immediately changed her strategy of begging for mercy. Her voice trembled, "I was wrong, Lord Levine, I really know that I was wrong! I shouldn't have used the Unforgivable Curse! I am willing to serve you wholeheartedly, even to the point of handing over all the power of the Headmaster to you." Just let me go, spare me this time, Professor Green. I can do a lot for you......"

Levin, however, interrupted her by spreading his hands gently.

"Dolores, you seem to be mistaken about something. Actually, I don't care too much if you use the Unforgivable Spell. He paused, his tone suddenly cold, "But, you shouldn't insult Hermione in your heart for being a Mudblood. I'm very stingy in this regard. "

Hearing this, Umbridge's face instantly turned pale.