themonasnovels Chapter 820 I'm a Mudblood!
Chapter 820 I'm a Mudblood!
Chapter 820 I'm a Mudblood!
Even though he's been Hermione several times, William still feels awkward wearing her clothes.
Like now...
"You seem to be small in size, don't you?"
"No~"
"It was fine last time, but this time I feel out of breath."
"no!"
(freehand measurement)
"It must be grown up. A girl of this age develops so fast."
(continuous measurement)
"Ah~!"
Crackling, before he could dodge in time, he was hit on the head by the girl with a bra.
Touching his head, he said aggrievedly:
"Why don't you wear it?"
Another murder weapon served.
Calm down, the girl smiled softly:
"Hey~ Don't be arrogant, I've already bought the new size, so let's just make do with it."
"Don't wear it!"
"Then I'll use your body, go out naked, or find a random girl for a date!"
Come on, hurt each other!
"Okay, I'll wear it!"
It took more than half an hour to change clothes, and another half day to dress up, before the two left the Room of Requirement.
"Then I'm off to the Quidditch pitch," said Hermione.
As the Ravenclaw Quidditch captain, William needs to preside over team training.
Hermione had become William and was definitely going to replace him.
"Don't worry, I've already greeted Qiu, just ask her to help." William tugged at his clothes.
After the two parted, William walked alone towards Umbridge's office.
He knocked on the door, only to hear a cloyingly sweet voice shout, "Come in."
William pushed the door and walked in, entering this extremely familiar room.
He is too familiar with this place...Professor Tywin died on the toilet, and of course he was rescued.
Quirrell also lived with Voldemort for a while; Lockhart was here, where the Leprechaun was forcibly stabbed.
This is the worst place in Hogwarts.
Now, it has become Umbridge's office, and she has changed the decoration style of the entire room.
Everything was covered with lace drapes and tablecloths.
There are also several vases filled with dried flowers, each on a separate little cushion.
On one wall hangs a decorative set of plates, each featuring a brightly colored cat design with a different bow around its neck.
The cats all looked at William with cold eyes.
Umbridge was wearing a fiery red floral gown, the color of which blended almost indistinguishably with the tablecloth on the desk.
"Good afternoon, Miss Granger."
A pink toad that makes a whining noise.
William gave Umbridge an apt description.He laughed:
"Hello, Professor Umbridge."
"Well, sit down." She pointed to a small table with lace.
A straight-backed chair was placed beside it, and on the table was a blank parchment, apparently intended for him.
On the other side of the room, there was another table, probably for Harry.
William imitated Hermione's sitting posture and sat down on the chair.
After a while, there was another knock on the door.
"Come in," said Umbridge.
Harry opened the door and walked in, seeing Hermione and Umbridge.
"Sit down." Umbridge pointed to another table.
Harry didn't move, hesitated for a moment, and said:
"Professor Umbridge, well... before we begin, I... I want to ask you... one thing."
Umbridge's protruding eyes narrowed, and she said excitedly, "Oh, what's the matter?"
"Well, I... I'm on the Gryffindor Quidditch team." Harry summoned up his courage.
"I should take part in training tomorrow afternoon. I don't know if I can. I won't be in confinement tomorrow. I'll make it up another night..."
William was speechless.
Harry offends Umbridge in class, fucks her butt-to-butt in class, and looks fearless.
But now he has given up and began to intercede, wanting to change the time of confinement.
Might Umbridge agree?
Or did Harry think... Hogwarts was run by his family?
What is going on in your mind every day?
Sure enough, Umbridge giggled, as if he had just swallowed a succulent fly.
"No, no! This is your punishment for spreading evil, vile, grandstanding lies.
Of course, Mr. Porter, punishment cannot be adjusted at will to suit the convenience of the wrongdoer. "
"Not tomorrow, not in the future, as long as you are training, you must come here and be confined as planned."
Umbridge proudly said:
"I think it's actually a good thing to miss out on some of your favorite events. It reinforces the lesson I'm trying to teach you."
Harry's blood was pumping, his ears were buzzing, and he wanted to yell at Umbridge again.
But Umbridge, with a disgusted grin on his lips, was looking at Harry with his head tilted, waiting to see him attack again so he could punish him further.
Harry finally looked away, and threw the bag roughly beside the straight chair, spilling the books inside.
"Pick it up!" Umbridge said sweetly, "Is this your tutor?
Porter?
Oh, I forgot, you don't have parents... live with your aunt all the time.
You are an orphan, aren't you? "
Harry stared at Umbridge and clenched his fists as if he wanted to punch her.
"What, you want to hit me? Come on!" Umbridge moved his face closer.
As long as Potter dared to do something, she would immediately have a reason to expel him.
Harry gritted his teeth and shuddered all over, but he still swallowed his breath, remembering Professor McGonagall's explanation.
He bent down to pick up the backpack and sat down on the chair.
Umbridge was a little disappointed, and turned his head to look over again.
"And you, Miss Granger, do you have a request? If it's you, I'll consider..." She laughed.
"My only request is to let me come to confinement every day." William said calmly.
Umbridge's eyes were sinister, but his tone was delicate:
"You will get what you want."
She walked to the desk, picked up two quills, and said softly:
"Now, you are going to write a few sentences for me.
No, not with your quills, but with the pen I gave you! "
Umbridge handed over two long, thin black quills with exceptionally sharp tips.
After William took it, he just glanced at it and knew what it was.
The feather is a raven feather, which has been cast with a kind of black magic.
The writer's blood can be used to punish the writer physically.
"I want you to write: I must not lie," Umbridge said softly to Harry.
"How many times?" Harry asked blankly.
He didn't expect the punishment to be so easy.It hurt him to worry all morning.
"Write until this sentence, engraved in your heart." Umbridge said coquettishly, "Start writing."
"And you, you want to write... I'm a Mudblood!" Umbridge looked at William with resentment in his eyes.
She wants revenge for Vienna being attacked and sent to Azkaban.
"Are you sure?" William asked with his head raised.
"Yes, I'm sure! Honey, I think you'll like that!"
Umbridge went to his desk and sat down, burying himself in a pile of parchment, as if grading homework.
But her eyes sneaked upwards, looking at Granger expectantly.
William raised the black quill, and the wand in his left hand, and waved it in his voluminous robes.
After a while, he took the quill pen, dropped the nib on the paper, and quickly wrote:
"I'm a Mudblood!"
Umbridge frowned, but Granger didn't cry out.
what happened?
When she was buying a quill in Knockturn Alley, the owner of the store told her that it was very useful for punishment.
Did you get scammed?
Damn it, she wants Auror to seal up that store.
But only a second later, Umbridge gasped in pain, and she screamed loudly.
Harry raised his head in confusion, looked at Umbridge, but was taken aback.
A row of bright red words appeared on her face:
I'm a Mudblood!
The words were deeply sunken into the flesh, as if carved with a scalpel.
However, just as he was staring at the bright red wound, Umbridge's skin healed again, as if the wound just now hadn't appeared at all.
William wrote it again: I am a Mudblood!
Umbridge covered her face as she felt a burning pain.
Her eyes darkened, she was so anxious that she almost fainted, she managed to stand upright, and shouted:
"Enough! Enough!"
William didn't mean to stop at all, he tilted his head, immersed in the world of calligraphy.
He wrote like a dragon and snake, and wrote on the parchment in English, French, German, and ancient magic words... Eloquently:
I'm a Mudblood!
Over and over, the words were etched into Umbridge's face, and healed.
William suddenly laughed and said:
"Professor, I already like this sentence, but I also give it to you!
Share with you! "
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(End of this chapter)