Chapter 863 (1/2)

”How do you feel, Harry?”

”What do you mean? If it was last night's goalie selection, I'm sorry Harry bowed his head back, and then naturally retracted his left hand. It must be admitted that Umbridge's method was very clever. Except for some red marks, Harry left nothing on his hand.

In fact, today is another bad day for Harry. He did the worst in metamorphosis class. He didn't practice the vanishing spell at all.

Then he gave up lunch to finish the plant spectrum. At the same time, Professor McGonagall, Professor spatholow and Professor trawley gave them a bunch of homework that Harry was not going to finish that night.

And because he's going to ummrich's for the second time tonight. Finally, on the way to dinner with him, Angelina told him that the team would have a training session tomorrow before the new players came. Harry didn't expect him to escape Umbridge's confinement tomorrow.

”I'm in jail.” Harry yelled as Angelina and Harry walked together. ”Do you think I want to be in that old toad's house or play Quidditch with you?”

”It's just writing,” said Hermione, comforting Harry, who had no appetite as he stood on the bench looking at the meat and pie.

”It's not a terrible punishment, really.”

Harry opened his mouth, then closed it again, just nodding. It's not sure whether or not Enrique and vrollin told him what was going on in the room.

He just wanted people not to think he was afraid. It only makes the whole thing worse and more humiliating.

He felt vaguely that there would be a secret war between him and Umbridge, so he decided not to complain to Hermione.

”That's what he did to you?” Fanlin said uncertainly that, in fact, he could not guarantee what Umbridge would do to Harry. What he did not see could not be regarded as valid.

”Oh, of course It's just a lot of trouble. ” Harry said quickly.

”I'm full. Maybe I should go there earlier and finish the transcription, so that I can spare time to finish my homework.” Harry crammed two mouthfuls and left in a hurry.

In fact, the second confinement was as bad as the first, and the skin on the back of the hand slowly turned red and inflamed.

Harry thought it might not be cured for a long time.

Soon, the incision was deeply etched into his hand, and Umbridge, perhaps, would be satisfied. She never breathed a loud breath in the room. However, he did not say a word during his confinement, except ”good evening” and ”good night”.

Harry had a lot of homework. When he returned to Gryffindor's common room, he was tired and wanted to go to bed, but he opened his book and began to write a paper on Moonstone powder that Snape had arranged.

When he finished, it was 2:30 in the morning. He knew he was pathetic, but it didn't help; unless he was going to be locked up by Snape.

Then he quickly wrote out the answers to Professor McGonagall's questions, and clumsily revised the papers assigned by Professor spatholow. As for Professor trawley's diary, he hoped that he could have a good dream.

Harry cleaned up what he saw, and then hobbled back to bed. When he put on his pajamas, he immediately fell asleep.

Thursday passed in fatigue.

Ron seemed sleepy, too, though Harry didn't know why. Harry as like as two peas in the third time, except for 2 hours later, ”I can't lie” still disappeared from Harry's back, and he continued to stay on top of it and dripping blood continuously.