Harry Potter and the Secret Treasures Chapter 940: Black quill

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"Good evening, Mr. Potter."

Harry looked back in a hurry, he didn't notice her at first.

Because she wore a fiery red dazzling long print, the color blended with the tablecloth on the desk behind her, which could hardly be distinguished.

"Me, uh, good evening, Professor Umbridge." Harry said unnaturally.

"Okay, sit down!" she said, with a habitual smirk on her face, pointing to a small table with lace.

She has placed a straight chair next to it, and there is a blank parchment on the table, apparently prepared for him.

"Uh!" Harry didn't move and said, "That's it, Professor Umbridge, um, before we start, I, um, I want to ask you something."

"Oh, what?" Her eyes protruding in both directions narrowed.

“That ’s it, I ’m a member of the Gryffindor Quiddich team. I should go to the selection of the new Keeper this Friday at five o’clock. I do n’t know if I ca n’t come to the confinement that night. "Harry finished speaking in one sigh, looking at the expression of Umbridge, and added with anxiety," Or you can fine a day more ... "

His voice is getting lower and lower, because the appearance of Umbridge tells him that this will not be useful.

"Oh, no, Mr. Potter, this is not a negotiation or a deal." Umbridge said, grinning so grumpily, as if he had just swallowed a particularly delicious and juicy fly, "Oh, no, no, No. This is a punishment for spreading lies that are evil, mean, and sensational. Mr. Potter. The punishment cannot of course be adjusted at will for the convenience of the negligent. No, tomorrow, the day after tomorrow, the day after tomorrow, and Friday, you must all be in the afternoon Coming here at five o'clock and confinement as planned. I think that you missed some activities you particularly like, which is actually a good thing. It should reinforce the lessons I plan to give you, so that you can fully realize your mistakes. , This is good for you. "

Harry felt blood rushing to his head and buzzing in his ears.

According to what she meant, he had spread lies that were evil, mean, and sensational, so he came to be punished.

But what he said is the truth, he told the truth!

Umbridge looked at Harry slightly with his head tilted, and there was still a greasy smile on his face.

She seemed she knew what he was thinking, waiting to see if he would attack again, yelling.

That look seems to be provoking silently. Do you dare to do this?

Harry really wants to scream out like this, or pounce on it, only two of them are here ...

He spent a lot of effort, turned his eyes away from looking at her, threw the schoolbag beside the straight chair and sat down.

"Yes, Mr. Potter! It looks like the punishment has worked. We are now more able to control our emotions, aren't we? Now, you have to write a few sentences for me. No, not using your quill. "Umbridge Jiao Didi said, seeing Harry bent over to open the school bag, she quickly added," You want to use a very unusual pen of mine, give. "

She took the slender, long, black nib quill on the table and handed him.

"Well, I want you to write: I must not tell lies." She said to him softly with a smile on her face.

"How many times to write?" Harry asked, also making a commendable manner.

"Oh, write this sentence in your heart." Umbridge said sulkily, "Start writing."

She went to her desk and sat down, burying her head in a pile of parchment paper, looking like a batch of papers waiting for revision.

Harry raised a sharp black quill, only to discover what was missing.

"You didn't give me ink." He said.

"Oh, you don't need ink." Professor Umbridge said, with a slight smile in his voice.

Harry dropped the tip of quill on the paper and wrote: I must not tell lies.

The next second, he gasped in pain.

The words that appear on parchment appear to be written in bright red ink.

At the same time, this line appeared on the back of Harry's right hand, and Li was deeply plunged into the skin, like it was carved with a scalpel. At the time of the wound, the skin healed again. The place where the word was just a little bit redder than before, but it felt smooth to the touch.

Harry turned to see Umbridge. She was watching him, and the wide toad-like mouth grinned into a smile.

"What's wrong?"

"Nothing." Harry said softly.

He looked down at the parchment, dropped the pen tip on it again, and wrote I must not tell lies.

He felt the burning pain on the back of his hand again, and the words were carved into his skin again.

After a few seconds, at a rate visible to the naked eye, the wound healed again.

That's it, Harry writes this line on parchment over and over again.

He soon discovered that he was not using ink, but his own blood.

Over and over, these words were carved into the back of his hand and healed.

Then, when he drops the pen tip on the parchment again, these words will appear again.

The time of one minute and one second passed, about half an hour later, but for Harry it was as long as centuries.

He gritted his teeth and said nothing, not wanting to show the slightest weakness.

Even if he is going to sit here all night, use this quill to cut his hands deeply.

Boom, boom, boom, a knock on the door.

"Come in." Umbridge shouted tiredly, and Harry also stopped to look at the door.

Immediately, his eyes widened suddenly, and he could not believe that Ivan had come in.

"Good evening, Professor Umbridge!" Ivan also stunned!

He swallowed. The decor of this room suddenly made him goose bumps all over him, which was really terrible. It reminded him of the mixture of Madame Pattiff Tea House and Aunt Harry ’s, Everywhere is bright red.

Even the fiery red long sleeve of Umbridge's body seems to be integrated into the surroundings.

Next, he saw the Harry staring at him sitting at the table, he was out of tune with everything here.

"Ivan, what are you doing here?" Harry asked subconsciously.

"I invited Mr. Mason to come and have tea. I want to chat with the new Head Boy at school." Umbridge said with a smile, "Please continue, Mr. Potter, don't care about us two."

In spite of this, Harry still focused on what they two would say.

He did n’t know how Ivan came here. He even had tea with Umbridge. Is Ivan crazy? !

In other words, the two of them reached some kind of compromise.

Umbridge walked to the round tea table next to the fire, where the prepared tea and pastries were placed.

"Come here, Mr. Mason, don't stand there." She said enthusiastically, wide-mouthed as a smile, and motioned to Ivan to sit opposite him. "I have wanted to talk to you for a long time."

"Well, can't we call Harry together?" Ivan asked, looking at quill in Harry's hands.

Following Ivan's's gaze, Umbridge noticed that Harry had been watching here and shook his head.

"No, this will not work, Mr. Potter You must be conscientious when you are punished and confined. "She took out wand(s) With a sharp wave, a magic that prevents others from eavesdropping enveloped the tea table, Harry Can't hear anything.