Harry Potter I Am Death

Chapter 228

When Umbridge returned to the professor's long table in satisfaction, after the sparse applause, it was as if the mute button had been pressed in the auditorium.

But anyone with a discerning eye can tell that this thing is definitely not a good person.

Snape, who was sitting next to Umbridge, moved quietly to the other side, as if there was something disgusting there that kept him from getting closer.

"What's this? Inaugural speech?", on the Gryffindor table, Ron was annoyed at the sight of that pink thing.

"This means that the Ministry of Magic has begun to interfere with Hogwarts." Hermione said in a deep voice, as can be seen from her face, this is definitely not a good thing.

Although the Ministry of Magic manages the entire British wizarding world, due to Hogwarts' long history and special status, the Ministry of Magic has never interfered with the power of Hogwarts since its establishment in 1707.

Maybe Fudge really has no other way out, he even started to want to reach into Hogwarts, he wants the professors and students of Hogwarts to obey him like his subordinates.

It's just that he may not have thought that there was a reason why the former Ministry of Magic did not intervene in Hogwarts.

When the dinner was over, a group of students began to gather together and whisper, and the center of the conversation was of course the pink object that suddenly appeared.

The Slytherin side is quiet, because the little snakes can more or less hear some news from their elders, and then the news will spread wildly in their small circle.

For them, not to offend the holders of power is already a compulsory course, and it is rare to hear Slytherin students have any conflicts with the professor.

Among the Slytherin crowd, although everyone was shoulder to shoulder, there was a small area that everyone avoided, and the center of the area was Eli.

Eli felt a little speechless. Looking at Draco next to him, Draco seemed to be avoiding him intentionally or unintentionally.

When they arrived at the dormitory, Eli directly grabbed Draco, "What's wrong with you?"

Draco glanced up at Eli, and Eli could clearly see his eyes averted.

Draco smiled at Eli, but it was as stiff as Hagrid's rock pie.

"No, what can happen."

Lying is a technical job, not everyone can run Occlumency like Snape, Draco's lies can be seen through by Eli.

But Eli didn't expose it, he knew Draco's temperament, although he was a bit weak, but if he kept pushing, it would definitely backfire.

"Oh, it's nothing, it's just that you don't look well." Since Draco didn't want to say it, and Eli didn't continue to pester him, the days to come will be long, and all the problems and doubts will always surface.

This semester, Eli and the others are already in the fifth grade. At this period, they will no longer be as idle as before, because at the end of this semester, the OWLs exam will come.

The full name of the OWLs exam is the Ordinary Wizarding Level Examination. If you do not meet certain requirements, that is, if you fail the exam, then this will mean that you will not be able to continue to participate in part of the course.

Just like Snape's potion class, if he failed the potion class in the exam, he would not be able to enter Snape's class for the next two school years.

So, all the fifth graders got busy, even Ron and Harry, who usually seemed a bit idle, started to learn to stay in the library for a while.

But obviously their luck may not be very good, because they just met Umbridge at the moment when the fifth grade was about to take the OWLs exam.

In the Defense Against the Dark Arts class, the class time has not yet arrived, and the students obviously haven't realized what they are going to encounter, and they are chatting happily.

I don't know who made a paper bird, and it was controlled by magic to fly around. Everyone stood up and tried to attack. If anyone hit it, they would get a short cheer.

Eli flipped through the books boredly. Usually, he liked this course with a relatively strong practical nature, but when he thought of facing Umbridge later and in the next school year, his mood was very different. Not very wonderful.

He is now praying that Umbridge can become arrogant as soon as possible. If you are not arrogant, how can I do it?

Harry was still flipping through the pages of the book, wondering if he had read it.

"Oh, that's fine, don't flip through it, I bet you didn't read it." Eli pressed the book down, not allowing Harry to continue flipping through.

"Alas..." Harry looked at Eli, sighed, and lay down on the table.

"What's the matter?" Seeing Harry's bad mood, Eli scratched his head and asked.

"It's Seamus' fault." Ron came up suddenly, and he glanced aside.

"Seamus Finnigan?" Eli looked in the direction Ron glanced at. It was the Seamus who used to play explosives in Snape's class, and he sat far away from them.

"Yesterday, as soon as we returned to the lounge, that guy came to Harry with a newspaper from an unknown newspaper." Ron's tone sounded a little upset. conflict.

When mentioning the newspaper, Eli felt that it might have something to do with Voldemort's return, "Isn't he accusing me of crimes?"

"How do you know, you don't even know what he looked like yesterday 'you better let your brother keep his mouth shut'"

Ron imitated Seamus in a strange voice, which was extremely funny.

"Maybe it's not just Seamus who thinks so."

"Don't say that, what do they know? When they see the mysterious man with their own eyes, it will be too late to escape."

Just when they were chatting happily, the paper bird that was constantly being beaten by people suddenly ignited and turned into ashes.

The classroom suddenly fell silent. Someone looked back and found that Umbridge had entered the classroom at some point, holding a wand, which seemed to be her handwriting just now.

"Good morning, children." It was the deliberately high-pitched voice again.

"Ordinary Wizarding Orders...", Umbridge muttered, waving his wand to cause the corresponding words to appear on the blackboard.

"OWLs, as we generally call them OWL, hard work pays off, and if you don't... the consequences can be dire."

With a tap of Umbridge's wand, a stack of books on the podium floated up and flew to each person's desk.

The students began to try to read.

"Your studies were too unsystematic before. This is a textbook carefully compiled by the Ministry of Magic... Please tell me." Hermione raised her hand.

"There doesn't seem to be any defensive spells on this one."

"Spells? Using spells? I don't think we have any need to use spells at school."

"Without spells?"

"You will learn in an absolutely safe and absolutely risk-free manner."

Such words were immediately questioned by Harry, who had been holding back his anger early in the morning, "No risk? How could there be no risk of being attacked?"

Umbridge glared at Harry who didn't raise his hand, "The Ministry of Magic thinks so, you only need to master theoretical knowledge to pass the exam."

"How can it be possible to resist danger with theoretical knowledge alone?", Harry continued.

"There's no danger out there, boy! Who would attack a child like you?" Umbridge tried to put on a friendly face.

"Huh, like Voldemort?"

When this name appeared, there was a gasp in the classroom. In the entire magic world, few people dared to say this name so unscrupulously.

Umbridge's expression suddenly became stiff, and his dry but shiny skin became more frightened.

Someone's pen cap fell to the ground, and a clear sound echoed throughout the classroom.

Umbridge's face twitched, and she made a persuasive gesture, "Let me make it clear to you. Someone told you that a certain dark wizard is at large again, and this is purely a lie..."

"This is not a lie, I saw it with my own eyes!"

"You are detained, Mr. Potter!", Umbridge couldn't hold back her pretense anymore, and yelled sharply, as she hurried back to the podium, she didn't dare to say any more.

"Could it be that in your opinion, Dumbledore is deceiving you?"

"Dumbledore is old, the old man will always talk nonsense, we may all understand it wrong..."

"He didn't..."

"Enough!", Umbridge took a few deep breaths, and she suppressed her anger so hard that her face was a little ugly.

"Mr. Potter, would you like to visit my office after class?" After she finished speaking, she let out that ugly laugh again.

Until the end of get out of class, the students swore that this was definitely the most drowsy Defense Against the Dark Arts class. After the whole process, there were only words like "remember it", "read it again", and so on.

Everyone was packing their things and preparing to leave the classroom, Harry kept his head down, and Eli patted him, "Don't be nervous, you go first, she can't hurt you."

A subtle wave of magic clings to Harry, and no one can detect it.

Harry smiled at Eli, and walked alone to Umbridge's office.

When he came to the office, Harry suddenly found that his vision had completely changed.

Pink everywhere, boring pink.

Umbridge sat in front of the desk, and kept adding sugar to the coffee with his fingertips, and he didn't get tired of it.

"Mr. Potter, please come in." Umbridge didn't mean to quarrel with Harry just now, that mask-like smile made Harry a little creepy.

Harry walked in on tiptoe, and the wall behind him was full of decorative plates, and the plates were all pictures of moving cats.

"Sit," Umbridge said aloud.

Harry sat down at the designated spot, with a sheet of paper on the table in front of him, and Umbridge brought him a quill.

"I need you to copy some sentences today, just use this pen."

Harry didn't care, it was just a fine for copying, and it wasn't a big deal.

"I want you to copy 'I shall not lie'."

"How many times?"

"Until it is deeply [imprinted] in your heart." Umbridge smiled meaningfully.

Harry pursed his lips and began to write.

Soon there was the sound of the tip of the pen rustling on the paper. At the same time, Umbridge's expression changed drastically. She clutched the back of her hand in horror, and the stinging pain continued, as if someone was using an awl to continuously carve her hands.

At first glance, the skin on Fatty's hand began to crack, and blood flowed out slowly. The wound was not irregular, it looked like a letter "I".

"What are you doing, stop!", Umbridge screamed in horror.

Harry glanced at her inexplicably, "What's the matter?", but the movement of his hands didn't stop at all, don't delay me copying sentences, so that I can cook earlier.

Umbridge clutched his hands in pain, all his ugly features were squeezed together, his screams echoed in the office, and the cat on the wall suddenly jumped uneasily.

"Stop, stop!"

The blood seeped through her fingers, and her big face was completely pale. She let go of her hand trembling, and there was a bloody print on the back of her hand: "I can't lie."