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"Potter, I wonder why you're in my office?" Dolores Umbridge grabbed Harry's hair.

And Umbridge wasn't alone.

Harry could already see what was going on on Hermione's side...... She was viciously pinned to the ground by Pansy Parkinson of Slytherin, and her wand was snatched from Parkinson, and Harry now only hoped that Parkinson would strike lightly.

Draco Malfoy had already taken Harry's wand from Umbridge, and Malfoy was leaning on the windowsill, smirking smugly, as he tossed Harry's wand into the air with one hand and caught it.

Several Slytherin students walked in one after another, and Crabbe strangled Neville-Longbottom by the neck, as if he had choked Neville a little.

Ron Weasley was dragged in by Goyle, and Ron appeared to have been under a petrification spell and couldn't move his whole body except for his eyes.

Luna Lovegood is held tightly by a big Slytherin girl, while Ginny Weasley is held from behind by Monty. They were all caught, and none of them remained......

The last to walk in was Christopher Patrick, who glanced around the office and reported to Umbridge respectfully, "Headmaster, I think Potter and all his accomplices should be over here!"

"You've done a great job, you've done a great job...... Umbridge excitedly complimented, "I've never seen a student as good as you, Christophe......"

Harry never imagined that he would hate a Hogwarts student so much...... Even for Draco Malfoy, his hatred was nowhere near as high.

He was the one who led someone to capture him in the Room of Requirement, in Professor Dumbledore's office, he took out the parchment that caused Professor Dumbledore to leave the school, and now he was going to kill Siris......

Harry's thoughts, however, were interrupted by Umbridge.

"Why the hell are you in my office, Potter?" Umbridge roared in a hoarse voice.

"I just...... I just want to take my fire bolts!" said Harry in a hoarse voice.

More than half a year ago, at the first Quidditch match of the semester, Harry's firebolt was taken away by Umbridge for an excuse!

"Liar!" Umbridge shook Harry's head violently, "Your firebolt was firmly watched by Mr. Filch in the basement, you know it well, Potter!"

"We want to wreak havoc!" a voice came from the other side, speaking Hermione.

Hermione was crushed by Pansy Parkinson, but she struggled and said, "We think that if we can burn down your office, we can replace Fred and George as the next Hogwarts troublemakers......"

Harry admired Hermione's ability to make up a story on the fly, and judging by Umbridge's expression, she seemed to believe it a little.

"She's lying!" a clean voice made Harry's mood hit rock bottom again.

"Professor Umbridge, I heard Potter outside using your fireplace to talk to someone!" Christopher Patrick said calmly.

......

"Very good, very good, Christopher!" Umbridge nodded at Jon before continuing to ask, "Obviously, talking to that person is very important to you...... Is it Albus Dumbledore, or is it Hagrid, the mongrel?"

Harry felt resentment in his heart, and his body trembled.

"It's none of your business who I talk to. He roared.

Umbridge's flabby face seemed to tense.

"I suggest using a truth potion, Professor!" suggested Draco Malfoy, who was on the side, "so Potter can tell the truth!"

"Severus once gave me a bottle...... I'm running out of ...... though," Umbridge said slowly.

Pansy Parkinson glanced at Jon inquiringly, but Jon shook his head at her slightly.

"Very good......" Umbridge drew his wand, "Very well, I have no other choice...... This matter should be more important than school discipline, it is related to the safety of the Ministry of Magic...... Yes......"

Umbridge seemed to be talking to herself, convincing herself to do something.

Harry didn't quite understand what she meant, but Hermione seemed to see something.

"Professor Umbridge, what are you going to do?" she shouted.

"You forced me to do this, Potter ......" Umbridge still swayed restlessly, "The Heart Drill Charm should get you to speak!"

"......No," Hermione screamed, "Professor Umbridge...... It's against the law ......"

Hermione couldn't keep shouting, though.

Because Christopher Patrick gave Pansy Parkinson another color at this time, Pansy covered Hermione's mouth in a knowing way to prevent her from making any sound.

Harry was suddenly frightened, remembering that in his first Defence Against the Dark Arts class in his fourth year, Professor Moody had taught them three "unforgivable spells".

He thought of Neville again, and Neville's parents seemed to have been driven mad by the Mind Curse.

I don't want to be like them...... Harry began to imagine himself lying in a bed in St. Mungo's Hospital for Magic and Magic.

But he wouldn't say a word to Umbridge anyway. Harry closed his eyes, and he could hear Hermione's whimper, and Umbridge's breathing that had become rapid with excitement.

"Dig into the ......"

"Wait a minute, Professor Umbridge!" Christopher Patrick said again.

......

"Christopher?" Umbridge didn't finish her spell, and she looked back in surprise.

"The Mind Curse is useful, but it doesn't necessarily make Potter tell the truth, and he may deceive you with a false message, Professor Umbridge. Jon calmly explained, "But there's another spell that reads Potter's mind and makes his secrets unreserved!"

Christophe ...... Could it be ...... You're going to spell ......," Umbridge's voice stammered.

"A little. Jon continued calmly, "However, this spell is also forbidden by the Ministry of Magic, so you need to ......"

"I allow!" Umbridge directly interrupted Jon's words, "Christopher, I allow you to use any spell here!"

"That's great!"

Jon nodded, drawing his wand and aiming it at Harry.

......

Harry Potter naturally guessed what the other party was going to do.

He struggled to concentrate, remembering everything Snape had taught him, and he now regretted that he hadn't put more effort into Occlumency......

"Legilimency!"

PS: Tomorrow Jon is going to do something to Umbridge, and the pigs that have been raised for a year can be slaughtered.