Chapter 862 (1/2)

Five minutes to five, Harry said goodbye to van Lin and set off for Umbridge's office on the third floor.

As a matter of fact, as soon as Harry left, Harry had a delusion that the journey would be very bad, but since he had something to ask Umbridge, it was always good to be early.

Thinking about it, Harry ran up and came out a little late, but two minutes later, Harry stood outside the door of Umbridge.

Harry hesitated for a moment.

As soon as he knocked on the door, Umbridge called in a sweet, greasy voice, ”come in.”

Harry walked in carefully and looked around.

He knew the three owners of the office.

Girero lohat boasted all day long when he was here. When Lupin is here, if you visit, you will see charming dark creatures in the cage and pool. Fake Moody's time is full of different instruments and artifacts used to detect false appearances and restricted areas.

Now, it's all different here.

The surface was covered with cloth, and several vases were filled with dried flowers, each in its own place, with decorative plates hanging on one wall, and each of the giant colored kittens with different neckties around its neck.

This originally very cute little guy, but through the pink color of Umbridge, Harry couldn't help but feel cold, until Professor Umbridge spoke again.

”Good evening, Mr. Potter.” Harry began to look around, and he didn't notice Umbridge at first because she was wearing a terrible patterned robe mixed with the color of the tablecloth behind her.

”Good evening, Professor Umbridge,” Harry said stiffly.

”All right, sit down,” she said, pointing to a small table and the straight back chair next to it. There was a piece of black parchment on the table that was ready for him.

”Well,” Harry didn't move. ”Professor Umbridge, well, before we start, I'd like to ask you if you can make me a request?”

Umbridge's protruding eyes narrowed and seemed to have discovered something interesting. ”Oh, what?”

”Well, I'm a member of the Gryffindor Quidditch team, and I'd like to take part in the five o'clock goalie trials on Friday, and I'm going to see if I can put it on another night without being locked up that night.”

Before he said that, looking at Umbridge's expression, Harry knew it was not very good.

”Oh, no,” said Umbridge, laughing so much that she looked as if she had just swallowed a particularly juicy fruit. ”Oh, no, no, no, it's your punishment for spreading evil, a dirty, distracting story, Mr. porter. Punishment certainly doesn't make it convenient for those who deserve it, and more than that, you do tomorrow, the day after tomorrow, Friday Yes, you must. You must be confined as required. I think it's a good thing that you miss what you want, and it enhances the effectiveness of the course. ”

Harry felt the blood rush to his head, and there was a crash in his ear.

”Evil, dirty, distracting stories,” is that about him?

Umbridge looked at him slightly, still wide open and smiling. Although she knew what Harry was thinking, she was still waiting to see if he would yell at her again at the tragic result.

Harry looked away, threw his schoolbag on the chair and sat down.

”Here,” Umbridge said sweetly, ”if we could control our temper, we would be better off, wouldn't we? Now, please show me the charm, Mr. Potter, no, not with your pen, ”she added as Harry bent over to open her schoolbag.” you're going to use my more special one. Here you are... ”

Said Umbridge, handing him a slender, black quill with an unusual point.

”I want you to write, I can't lie,” she instructed softly.

”How many times?” Asked Harry, pretending to be very polite.

”Oh, as long as you remember,” Umbridge said sweetly, ”when you're done, go.”