Hogwarts: Please graduate soon
Chapter 453
Voldemort fell down.
The weakness of his body and magic made it too late for him to react. The pungent smell of the dung egg pro max plus ultra version penetrated into his nasal cavity, penetrated into his skin, and rushed straight to Tiantian's inspiration, making people unable to open their eyes.
In an instant, Voldemort lost the ability to think and lay straight on the ground.
There was only one thought in his mind.
It's so damn stinky!
After a brief brain short circuit, there was a surge of anger.
"Lawrence, you have no martial ethics!"
Voldemort's shrill wails sounded in the cave, but soon stopped and turned into a dry retching.
When he opened his mouth, the green mist desperately drilled into his mouth.
Until he vomited out everything he ate yesterday, Voldemort felt much better and waved his wand to blast away the green mist.
But the smell still clung to his body.
No matter what spell he used, even if he burned his clothes and transformed them into a new one, it was useless.
He had already been marinated.
Voldemort was also convinced.
What the hell is Lawrence studying every day!
Unable to dispel the smell on his body for a while, Voldemort could only use magic to block his sense of smell and lean against the stone platform to calm down.
If the Death Eaters saw it, they would definitely not believe their eyes.
They had never seen Voldemort in such a miserable state. Not to mention them, even Voldemort himself could not remember the last time he was so miserable.
Half of his body was broken by Lawrence's "640"?
Fuck!
Only then did Voldemort realize that his worst experiences were all caused by Lawrence, that brat.
Instantly, Lawrence's position in his heart surpassed Harry, his old enemy, and was second only to Dumbledore.
But it would take more time to deal with Lawrence. He had to sort out his own situation first.
Good news, this Horcrux did not mutate, nor did it become another him.
Smirk... it was gone!
It was still taken away by Lawrence!
Lawrence knew about the existence of Horcruxes, which basically meant that Dumbledore also knew about it.
Voldemort's original pride turned into panic, and his killing intent fluctuated.
He believed that he had gone further than anyone else on the road to immortality because he had made enough Horcruxes and hidden them in extremely safe places.
Horcruxes are indestructible. Even if he was killed by Harry Potter ten thousand times, he would always return.
But now, one of his Horcruxes has become a human, and one Horcrux has been taken away.
And he was not sure whether Lawrence had mastered the method to destroy the Horcrux.
Everything was gradually slipping out of his control.
Voldemort now wanted to go to the Room of Requirement at Hogwarts and check the other two Horcruxes at the Gaunt House.’s safety, but he had just drunk a large bowl of poison and was at his weakest. He was afraid of falling into Lawrence’s trap again.
Voldemort was obsessed with the dark arts because he was afraid of death. Normal people would not think about making Horcruxes in the fifth or sixth grade.
So even if he knew that his Horcruxes were no longer safe, he would not dare to act rashly now.
Resisting the weakness in his body, Voldemort followed the original path out of the cave and turned into a black mist and flew into the distance.
“Detention...”
Outside the Hufflepuff common room, Wayne rubbed his chin.
Harry stood nervously beside him and handed over a small bag of coins naturally.
Jerry jumped out of his pocket and happily stuffed all the Galleons into his stomach.
Harry's mouth twitched, but he still said: "Wayne, you also know that the Defense Against the Dark Arts professor and I are born to clash. Umbridge's behavior is very strange. I always feel that she has something sinister."
Wayne looked at this fool with relief.
After being cheated for so many years, I finally made progress.
"Then why don't you go? It's just a deduction of points. Don't care too much."
"No." Harry cried: "Professor McGonagall told me to go, but I feel uneasy, so I came to you for help."
"It's right to be on guard against others." Wayne thought for a while and stretched out a finger.
The familiar silver-white mist was used and drilled into Harry's body.
"Add a layer of insurance for you. If Umbridge wants to attack you, she will definitely enjoy it."
With Wayne's words, Harry was much more stable. After thanking him again, he returned to the dormitory.
The first thing he did after returning was to write a letter to Gringotts.
It had been less than a month since the start of the school term, and his pocket money had already been used up...
There was no class on Friday afternoon, so Wayne was dragged by Hermione to the library to accompany her to review.
Entering the fifth grade, the little witch worked harder than in previous years. She studied very late every night, and even held a book when she was hugging Wayne in the small world of the suitcase.
Those who didn't know would think that she couldn't pass the exams in most subjects, but Wayne knew very well that even if the exams were taken now, it would not be difficult for Hermione to get O in the subjects she chose.
She was just born with a sense of nervousness about exams.
On the other side, Harry came to the Quidditch field with the Gryffindor team members excitedly, but then he remembered that he still had to be in detention, so he could only leave in a hurry under Angelina's somewhat complaining eyes.
At five minutes to five, Harry came to Umbridge's office on the fourth floor and knocked on the door.
I only heard a sweet voice shouting, "Come in." Harry walked in carefully and looked around.
Harry has been to this office many times, and it has changed five directors so far.
Each professor has his own style, Lockhart's selfie, Lupin's evil animals, Moody's various anti-dark magic methods
But now, Harry felt that the room was almost unrecognizable.
Everything was covered with lace cloths and tablecloths, and there were several vases filled with dried flowers. In addition, there were decorative plates hanging on the walls. What made Harry most disgusted was that each plate was painted with a large, colorful cat wearing a different bow.
One of them was exactly the same as the one Umbridge usually wore.
"Good evening, Mr. Potter."
Harry turned around in shock and saw Umbridge sitting behind the desk.
"Good evening, Professor Umbridge." Harry greeted reluctantly.
"Sit there, it's all prepared for you." Umbridge had a cheesy smile on her face. After Harry sat down, she said, "Mr. Potter, you have to write a few sentences for me."
Seeing Harry preparing to take out his own paper and pen, she quickly added, "Don't use your pen, use this."
She handed Harry a long black feather pen with a particularly sharp tip.
"I want you to write - I can't lie." Umbridge was in a very happy mood now, and her tone was gentle.
"Is it that simple? How many times do you need to write?" Harry asked.
"Yes, it is indeed very simple." Umbridge said in a coquettish voice, "Start writing, keep writing until this sentence is engraved in your heart."
Harry suddenly frowned: "You didn't give me ink." (To read the exciting novels, go to Faloo Novel Network!)
"Oh, my feather pen is specially made, it doesn't need ink, write quickly." Umbridge returned to her seat, just staring at Harry, smiling lightly.
Harry leaned forward, his nose touching the parchment.
Umbridge's big mouth like a toad had already opened, her eyes full of expectation.
"Ah!"
Harry, who was writing, was startled and quickly looked up at Umbridge.
The smile on her face disappeared, replaced by a twisted pain, and she kept gasping.
Harry didn't know what was going on, and thought she had guessed something.
In order to prevent being criticized for excuses, he quickly lowered his head and wrote again, "I can't lie."
This time he wrote faster and harder, and Umbridge screamed even louder.
Two lines of words appeared on the back of Umbridge's right hand, deeply embedded in the flesh, as if carved with a knife.
Just as Harry was shocked, the handwriting and the wound disappeared again.
"What did you do? Potter!" Umbridge screamed.
Harry understood everything.
He looked down at the quill in his hand and smiled...
No wonder it didn't use ink, it turned out to be blood. []
Unfortunately, there is someone behind me!
"Potter! What did you do!" Umbridge saw that Harry didn't answer, but was just grinning, so she asked again angrily.
"I didn't do anything." Coming back to his senses,Harry came to play his true colors, smiling foolishly, "I'm just writing according to your instructions. I'll write a few more lines and complete the task as soon as possible."
While speaking, Harry's hands kept moving, writing faster and faster, and writing harder and harder, as if he was going to pierce the feather pen into Umbridge's flesh.
"Stop! Stop!" Umbridge was sweating from the pain, and Harry pretended not to hear and kept writing.
The back of Umbridge's hand was already bloody, and she endured the pain and rushed over to take the feather pen back.
"I told you to stop, did you hear me!" Umbridge looked at Harry with murderous eyes, "Potter, you dare to use dark magic on a professor! You're done, I'm going to report you to the Ministry of Magic and expel you!"
Harry was so angry that he laughed.
"Professor, I haven't even touched the wand since I entered this room. It has been in my bag. Even if you want to slander me, you have to find a suitable reason, right?"
Umbridge looked at him viciously: "The wound on the back of my hand is the evidence!"
"Then I want to ask." Harry looked at the quill that she had taken away, and his tone became aggressive: "Why did the words I wrote with the quill appear on the back of your hand? Could it be that... this quill is a dark magic item?"
Umbridge's face changed slightly, and a guilty look flashed in her eyes.
"I don't understand what you are saying."
Harry ignored her and took out his quill to write the same words on the parchment.
But this time Umbridge had no reaction, and Harry was completely sure that there was something wrong with the quill.
He was scared again.
If he hadn't been smart and witty and had asked Wayne for help in advance, he would have been the one who was hurt just now.
"Professor Umbridge, you don't want others to know that you use dark magic items to punish students, right?" Harry smiled.
"Get out! Get out!" Umbridge yelled at the top of her lungs, but Harry was not angry. He smiled and walked away with his schoolbag on his back. The entire detention time was no more than ten minutes.
I guess Umbridge will not dare to lock him up again in the future.
After leaving the office, Harry walked briskly to the Quidditch field.
It was still early, and he could still catch up with the Quidditch player selection that had just started.
But just when he came to the third floor and was about to go down the stairs at 4.7, Harry suddenly stopped and covered his head in pain.
The scar on his forehead seemed to split his head in two, pulling it constantly, as if something was going to get out of it.
Harry's consciousness became more and more blurred, and he fell down headfirst.
He saw a huge cave, and he stood in the center of the cave, waving his wand wantonly, making a sharp explosion, and the huge magic power condensed into a vortex-like black hole.
A big snake, no, a basilisk crawled out of the dark cave. The basilisk closed its eyes and bit his neck.
Intense pain, burning liquid, and poison quickly spread throughout the body.
HarryWith a scream, he fainted completely.
It was two hours later when he woke up again.
Ron and Neville were guarding the bed in the school infirmary. When Ron saw Harry open his eyes, he breathed a sigh of relief:
"Thank God, you finally woke up."
Neville quickly brought a glass of water and held Harry's head to let him drink it.
"What happened? Did Umbridge curse you?" Ron asked curiously when he saw that Harry's eyes were much clearer.
"No, it's not her." Harry touched his scar, which was still aching.
"It's Voldemort, I turned into him." In the horrified eyes of Ron and Neville, he shook his head: "That's not what I meant, Ron, I'm going to find Professor Dumbledore and Wayne."
After that, he struggled to get up.
"You can't run around now, Harry, I'm here."
Dumbledore's reassuring voice came from outside the door. .
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