Chapter 229 The Ministry of Magic
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Yi Yang Shi Ming Yue
When Harry walked out of Umbridge's office, it had been about half an hour since he arrived.
It's just that when I came, my heart was heavy, and when I left, I was calm and comfortable.
Thinking about it, the old witch must have no good intentions. As long as she writes with that quill, the characters will be forcibly engraved on her hand.
For some unknown reason, the old witch seemed to be backlashed by her magic props, and all the words Harry wrote were engraved on the back of Umbridge's hand.
Harry guessed it probably had something to do with Eli.
He went straight back to the Gryffindor common room, where Ron was sitting by the fire with a book, but from the way he looked, he was sleeping.
"Ron!" Harry jumped over and woke Ron up.
Ron was still asleep, and was suddenly woken up by Harry. His mind was obviously still awake, and he subconsciously kept reading the book, but Harry glanced at it, and the book seemed to be held upside down...
"Don't look at it, don't look at it, do you know what happened just now?" Harry whispered, he didn't want those around him to hear this now, so as not to cause trouble again.
"Hmm... what...", Ron, who was being shaken by Harry, finally regained some energy.
"That old witch is out of luck!" Harry's eyes were shining with excitement.
It must be a great joy for Umbridge to make him unlucky.
Although Umbridge hadn't appeared in front of him a few times, every time this guy saw him, he would leave a very bad impression on him.
Harry still remembered that when Eli was summoned by the Ministry of Magic for trial, it was Umbridge who had the worst heart.
Coupled with the quill just now, Harry was sure that Umbridge must have wanted to carve those words on his hand.
Ron heard this in a daze, and immediately turned his head to look at Harry, "Who is unlucky?"
"Umbridge, the old hag."
"What's wrong with her?" Ron suddenly became interested, he really wanted to hear how the stinky woman was unlucky.
Umbridge's ill-timed remarks and obnoxious remarks had already sickened Ron.
"She called me into her office and told me to copy the sentences..."
"Yes, didn't you get called to the office by her? Why did you come back so early. "
"Listen to me, okay? The quill she gave me is actually enchanted. As long as I write on the paper, those words will be engraved on my hand!"
"What!" Ron immediately sat up straight, full of disbelief and anger, "This is abuse, this is illegal! How are you doing?"
"Of course I'm fine, look." Harry showed Ron his hands, "I don't know why, those words are all engraved on her own hands!"
"You mean..." Ron's eyes became excited, and he thought about it, "Could it be Eli..."
"Keep your voice down."
Ron lowered his voice, "Eli can definitely do it!"
"I guess so. Go ask him then."
The two looked at the time, and it was almost time for dinner. Without further ado, Ron threw the book casually, and followed Harry to the auditorium.
When the two came to the auditorium, Eli had just sat down, and when it came to cooking, they seldom beat Eli.
They ran to Eli and sat down beside Draco.
"Eli, tell me if you did it." Harry asked impatiently.
Eli just stuffed a delicious sausage into his mouth, "I don't, it's not me...".
Before Harry and Ron could say what was going on, Eli directly began to deny it. Isn't this equivalent to a direct admission?
The two looked at each other and became excited, "You did a great job, you didn't even see her like that, she was crying!"
"Huh... She shouldn't look better than a troll when she cries." Ron pouted.
Eli chuckled, "An eye for an eye is all. She wants to hurt others, so let her taste it first."
Eli puts a protective spell on Harry that reflects most jinxes.
Umbridge's magical strength may not be too weak, but after so many years of studying how to curry favor with the superior, how strong can it be?
For example, the magic on the quill is not strong at all. When encountering the magic left by Eli, it has to bounce back without any strength to fight back.
At that time, there was only Umbridge alive in the office besides Harry, so Umbridge naturally tasted his own bitter fruit.
"I really don't understand what you're insinuating, Professor..."
Just when several people were excited, Umbridge's sharp voice came from the door of the auditorium.
The students all raised their heads, like mushrooms popping up after the rain, and then some people started running over.
Harry and Ron looked at each other, and they pulled Eli to go too.
"I haven't finished my meal yet..."
When they came to the door, they found that there was a large circle of people, and Umbridge and Professor McGonagall were confronting each other in the middle.
The two were standing on the steps, with the needle pointed at the wheat awning. Umbridge walked up one square, trying to use her body height to put pressure on Professor McGonagall, but even if she walked up one square, she was still faster than McGonagall. The professor shrank a little.
"I was cursed by a student. I want to catch him. Are you interfering with my search for a student who dares to cast a curse on the professor?"
"But according to my inspection just now, the curse you suffered all came from your own quill!"
Eli looked over to Umbridge to see that her left hand was wrapped in a bandage.
"That's just my measure to punish the students. Are you questioning my authority in my own class, professor? Students shouldn't refute the professor!"
"I'm just reminding you that even if you punish students, you must abide by the rules. As a professor, you must strictly follow the established school rules!"
Professor McGonagall's eyes were about to burst into flames, Umbridge cried and called everyone to say that she was going to catch the murderer, but when she checked, Umbridge's quill was cursed , she absolutely does not allow anyone to punish students in this way.
Umbridge's eyes became vicious, and she used a yin and yang tone, "With all due respect, I have to start worrying, I was sent by the Ministry of Magic to improve the quality of teaching at Hogwarts, Professor you Do you mean to question the authorization of the Ministry of Magic to me? On a larger scale, is this a question to the Minister of Magic himself? Sorry, I absolutely cannot tolerate such infidelity!"
Professor McGonagall seemed to be so angry with such inferior remarks that she didn't know what to say, "Infidelity?" Her eyes were full of anger and disbelief.
Umbridge stood taller, and she faced all the onlookers, like a croaking toad, "The situation at Hogwarts is much more serious than I imagined, and Connelly will definitely take action. action!"
It's just that when I came, my heart was heavy, and when I left, I was calm and comfortable.
Thinking about it, the old witch must have no good intentions. As long as she writes with that quill, the characters will be forcibly engraved on her hand.
For some unknown reason, the old witch seemed to be backlashed by her magic props, and all the words Harry wrote were engraved on the back of Umbridge's hand.
Harry guessed it probably had something to do with Eli.
He went straight back to the Gryffindor common room, where Ron was sitting by the fire with a book, but from the way he looked, he was sleeping.
"Ron!" Harry jumped over and woke Ron up.
Ron was still asleep, and was suddenly woken up by Harry. His mind was obviously still awake, and he subconsciously kept reading the book, but Harry glanced at it, and the book seemed to be held upside down...
"Don't look at it, don't look at it, do you know what happened just now?" Harry whispered, he didn't want those around him to hear this now, so as not to cause trouble again.
"Hmm... what...", Ron, who was being shaken by Harry, finally regained some energy.
"That old witch is out of luck!" Harry's eyes were shining with excitement.
It must be a great joy for Umbridge to make him unlucky.
Although Umbridge hadn't appeared in front of him a few times, every time this guy saw him, he would leave a very bad impression on him.
Harry still remembered that when Eli was summoned by the Ministry of Magic for trial, it was Umbridge who had the worst heart.
Coupled with the quill just now, Harry was sure that Umbridge must have wanted to carve those words on his hand.
Ron heard this in a daze, and immediately turned his head to look at Harry, "Who is unlucky?"
"Umbridge, the old hag."
"What's wrong with her?" Ron suddenly became interested, he really wanted to hear how the stinky woman was unlucky.
Umbridge's ill-timed remarks and obnoxious remarks had already sickened Ron.
"She called me into her office and told me to copy the sentences..."
"Yes, didn't you get called to the office by her? Why did you come back so early. "
"Listen to me, okay? The quill she gave me is actually enchanted. As long as I write on the paper, those words will be engraved on my hand!"
"What!" Ron immediately sat up straight, full of disbelief and anger, "This is abuse, this is illegal! How are you doing?"
"Of course I'm fine, look." Harry showed Ron his hands, "I don't know why, those words are all engraved on her own hands!"
"You mean..." Ron's eyes became excited, and he thought about it, "Could it be Eli..."
"Keep your voice down."
Ron lowered his voice, "Eli can definitely do it!"
"I guess so. Go ask him then."
The two looked at the time, and it was almost time for dinner. Without further ado, Ron threw the book casually, and followed Harry to the auditorium.
When the two came to the auditorium, Eli had just sat down, and when it came to cooking, they seldom beat Eli.
They ran to Eli and sat down beside Draco.
"Eli, tell me if you did it." Harry asked impatiently.
Eli just stuffed a delicious sausage into his mouth, "I don't, it's not me...".
Before Harry and Ron could say what was going on, Eli directly began to deny it. Isn't this equivalent to a direct admission?
The two looked at each other and became excited, "You did a great job, you didn't even see her like that, she was crying!"
"Huh... She shouldn't look better than a troll when she cries." Ron pouted.
Eli chuckled, "An eye for an eye is all. She wants to hurt others, so let her taste it first."
Eli puts a protective spell on Harry that reflects most jinxes.
Umbridge's magical strength may not be too weak, but after so many years of studying how to curry favor with the superior, how strong can it be?
For example, the magic on the quill is not strong at all. When encountering the magic left by Eli, it has to bounce back without any strength to fight back.
At that time, there was only Umbridge alive in the office besides Harry, so Umbridge naturally tasted his own bitter fruit.
"I really don't understand what you're insinuating, Professor..."
Just when several people were excited, Umbridge's sharp voice came from the door of the auditorium.
The students all raised their heads, like mushrooms popping up after the rain, and then some people started running over.
Harry and Ron looked at each other, and they pulled Eli to go too.
"I haven't finished my meal yet..."
When they came to the door, they found that there was a large circle of people, and Umbridge and Professor McGonagall were confronting each other in the middle.
The two were standing on the steps, with the needle pointed at the wheat awning. Umbridge walked up one square, trying to use her body height to put pressure on Professor McGonagall, but even if she walked up one square, she was still faster than McGonagall. The professor shrank a little.
"I was cursed by a student. I want to catch him. Are you interfering with my search for a student who dares to cast a curse on the professor?"
"But according to my inspection just now, the curse you suffered all came from your own quill!"
Eli looked over to Umbridge to see that her left hand was wrapped in a bandage.
"That's just my measure to punish the students. Are you questioning my authority in my own class, professor? Students shouldn't refute the professor!"
"I'm just reminding you that even if you punish students, you must abide by the rules. As a professor, you must strictly follow the established school rules!"
Professor McGonagall's eyes were about to burst into flames, Umbridge cried and called everyone to say that she was going to catch the murderer, but when she checked, Umbridge's quill was cursed , she absolutely does not allow anyone to punish students in this way.
Umbridge's eyes became vicious, and she used a yin and yang tone, "With all due respect, I have to start worrying, I was sent by the Ministry of Magic to improve the quality of teaching at Hogwarts, Professor you Do you mean to question the authorization of the Ministry of Magic to me? On a larger scale, is this a question to the Minister of Magic himself? Sorry, I absolutely cannot tolerate such infidelity!"
Professor McGonagall seemed to be so angry with such inferior remarks that she didn't know what to say, "Infidelity?" Her eyes were full of anger and disbelief.
Umbridge stood taller, and she faced all the onlookers, like a croaking toad, "The situation at Hogwarts is much more serious than I imagined, and Connelly will definitely take action. action!"
