Chapter 1199 Hermione in detention
The first Defense Against the Dark Arts class of the new semester had not even started halfway when model student Hermione was taken to Umbridge's office for detention.
The students were very worried at first, but 20 minutes passed and Umbridge still hadn't returned.
Everyone's attention was no longer on the boring textbooks, and they began to whisper to each other.
"Ron, will Hermione be okay?"
"It's hard to say. You saw the look in that old woman's eyes. She wanted to eat her alive."
Harry sighed, "Hermione has always been a very calm person, why did she choose to confront the professor this time?"
Ron shook his head to indicate that he didn't know either.
"It's very simple." Seamus' little head leaned forward from the back row. "It's because of great love."
Harry and Ron nodded their heads in confusion.
"Didn't Pink Toad say that Vincent would be thrown into Azkaban soon? And..."
"besides?"
Seamus paused, then gave a hint of suspense. "Besides, Vincent's not at school, so no one dares to stand up for us."
Harry and Ron were silent.
Even if Vincent is gone, there is still Hermione. What if Hermione is gone too?
"If we had all stood up together just now, would Umbridge have dared not to put us in detention?"
Ron shuddered inexplicably. He had a strong intuition that even if everyone stood up to resist, the old woman would still dare to put them in solitary confinement.
"Ah——" A shrill scream suddenly resounded throughout the castle, and all the students were stunned.
"Is that voice...Umbridge?"
"Uh...it seems so."
fourth floor,
Umbridge's office was so quiet that the only sound left was the slow writing of the quill, a sound that was strangely eerie.
The broken pieces of cat dishes had been cleared from the floor, the lace tablecloth on the small table was wrinkled, and a few floral-patterned writing pens were scattered on the floor.
Umbridge was sitting on the pink cushioned and lace chair. She seemed to be asleep, or fainted, but she was unconscious.
Her arms and exposed skin were faintly red, including her large, toad-like face, which was painted a pale white with thick foundation.
If you could bear the nausea and take a closer look, you would find that her red skin was all newly grown flesh, as if someone had cut her skin with a thin scalpel and written word after word on it.
If you can endure the physical and psychological discomfort and get closer, you will find that there are many repetitions in these words, and none of them are good words.
Abomination, trash, and garbage are all mild words. The most common ones are slut, bitch, slut and other extremely insulting words.
The rustling sound of writing suddenly stopped. Hermione, who was sitting at another small table in the corner of the office, put the filled parchment aside and took a brand new parchment and placed it in front of her.
She dipped the black feather pen into the ink bottle, then lightly drew it across the parchment. The dark red ink on the paper immediately turned into a new curse word.
At the same time, Umbridge's forehead seemed to be cut by an invisible slender scalpel, and the wound instantly formed the word "Pussy hoes" on the parchment.
It all started 20 minutes ago, when Umbridge brought Hermione in and she was fine.
She had a sinister and cunning smile on her face before she entered the room. She looked creepy and much scarier than Snape.
"Sit down." She pointed to the small table in the corner, and when Hermione sat down obediently, her big mouth opened even wider.
She quickly walked to the small table covered with a lace tablecloth, opened the drawer and took out a small box covered with strange patterns.
Inside the box was an unpleasant black quill, probably some kind of evil dark magic item.
Hermione felt nothing inside as she watched her calmly with a wicked smile as she picked up the ink bottle that had been replaced with Yin-Yang ink last night.
"Dear Miss Granger," Umbridge's smile grew even more wicked.
She stalked towards Hermione with her legs apart, as if she had just swallowed a juicy fly.
"From today on, every day, no matter what happens, you must come here at 5pm and leave the detention room as planned."
Hermione said "Oh" softly, without any emotion.
Umbridge sneered, and the evil smile on her face faded a lot, turning into the shy smile of a little girl.
To be honest, Hermione almost couldn't help but punch her big toad in the face.
But thinking that it would dirty her hands, she could only continue to endure it.
"Yes, this is what a model student should be like."
Umbridge placed the quill, ink bottle and parchment in front of her, and said in a very gentle tone: "But I think you don't understand your mistakes deeply enough, so in order to deepen your impression, you have to write a few sentences for me."
Hermione frowned the moment she picked up the black quill.
Although she had not studied black magic, she could be considered a novice alchemist under Vincent's guidance and could naturally distinguish what black magic items were.
Seeing her frown, Umbridge's smile turned evil again.
"Dear Miss Granger, please rest assured that I will not ask you to write particularly long sentences."
Hermione relaxed her frown, her eyes slightly contemptuous, "What sentence?"
"I want you to write 'I am a good student.'"
“How many times?”
Umbridge said in a coquettish voice, gently placing her hands on the table. "Write until this sentence is etched in your heart. You are a model student at this school, and you will finish it soon."
Yin-Yang ink can only write curse words, and it will continue to write.
No, it's not that simple.
The smile was so evil, and the pen was a dark magic item. Even a fool could see that there was something seriously wrong.
Hermione's face was full of disdain and contempt.
Even though she was sitting, she could look Umbridge's malicious eyes level. "That's all? Nothing else?"
Umbridge was stunned for a moment, then her big mouth stretched to the back of her head. "Miss Granger, I admire your confidence, but you seem to underestimate this punishment, which will definitely leave a deep impression on you."
She straightened up, her expression suddenly cold. "If you still have this attitude after completing this punishment, I will prepare a new punishment for you. Now, start writing."
With that, she turned and walked over to the small table covered with a lace tablecloth, sat down on the cushioned and lace pink chair, and watched expectantly as Hermione dipped the black quill with a knife-like tip into the inkwell.
The moment the pen tip touched the parchment, Hermione suddenly stopped.
"Dear Miss Granger, do you have any questions?"
Hermione's gaze moved from the back of her newly healed hand to the dark red curse words on the parchment. "No, I'm fine."
Umbridge leaned back in her chair triumphantly. "Then go on."
Hermione's lowered eyes became brighter and the corners of her mouth rose slightly.
This black magic item is not only evil, but also perverted. It carves the handwriting on the back of the user's hand synchronously with the contact between the pen tip and the parchment, and then quickly heals it through healing magic.
Even more perverse was the color of the words, a dark red, like a mixture of blood and ink.
If Hermione guessed correctly, this black quill did not require ink, and its "ink" was actually the user's blood.
It not only causes physical pain, but also reinforces the victim's submissive psychology due to the self-punishment method, and may even cause self-loathing. Students who lack strong willpower will be mentally controlled in a short time.
Umbridge is not only a psychopath, she is a complete psychopath.
How could such a rotten person be the education committee member? Even if the Ministry of Magic wants to interfere in the management of Hogwarts, it should at least send a normal person.
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