At five o'clock in the evening, Evan and Harry went to Umbridge's office to be locked up and punished by her. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

Not surprisingly, she took out the black quill in this confinement and placed it in front of the two of them.

She grinned widely, smugly, and told Evan and Harry that the right amount of pain would make them both a little more awake.

"But, Professor, Professor McGonagall said that you are not allowed to use this dangerous quill again. Evan said.

"I'm here to say, Mr. Mason, I think a little pain is a good thing for both of you, and will help you learn what to know the difference between fantasy and reality. "Well," said Umbridge, in a sweet and greasy voice, "well, we'd better not waste our time, you two know the rules, and write with this quill: I can't lie until I'm satisfied." ”

"Well, are you sure I want to write this with this quill?" Evan asked again, "I have to stress again, I think this pen and the one on it are dangerous, and will leave an indelible mark on the human body. ”

"It doesn't put your life in danger, it just keeps you in mind about your duty. Umbridge smirked, as if he thought Evan was scared, "But if you can promise not to spread or publish those rumors in the newspapers, I can end this punishment, after all, my purpose is to make you two realize your mistakes." ”

"Oh, I'll write a sentence then!" replied in a long voice, "after all, the truth is undeniable. ”

Harry sighed, it's all at this point, what is the use of Aven still saying this?

In his opinion, it was of little use other than to make their punishment at Umbridge barely appear weaker and make her more proud.

He resigned himself to picking up the black quill, this time with Evan with him, it would be better to have it a little better.

But in the next second, Harry saw the feather in Aven's hand flash with a black glow, a complex magic rune flashed, he blinked to make sure he was not mistaken, Harry saw Aven smile at himself, and then began to write with his head down.

Evan dropped the tip of the quill pen on the paper and wrote: I can't lie.

"Ahh

Harry was stunned for a moment, noticing that the back of Aven's hand had not been cut open, but instead the line appeared on Umbridge's cheek, a red patch, bleeding and sinking deep into the flesh, as if carved with a scalpel.......

Harry was confused for a moment, but didn't react, what the hell was going on?

It wasn't until Evan wrote it again, and Umbridge shouted again, holding his face in his hand, his toad-like mouth twisted together, that it dawned on Harry, followed by a burst of ecstasy, the magic that Evan had just cast, and he had transferred the damage that the quills should have done to Umbridge's face.

It's just amazing, how did he do it?!

Harry was stunned as he watched what was happening in front of him, and he was so excited!

Evan also kept telling him to be patient and not provoke Umbridge, and now he is much more thorough than he is.

Umbridge was quick to react, knowing that Evan was playing tricks.

As soon as Evan wrote, her cheeks ached as if they had been cut open with a knife.

It was the magic on the quill, and he transferred the damage to her, and the feeling was so terrible that it was as if he was actually cutting her flesh with a knife, and the blood ran down her cheek, making her look even more hideous.

"Stop, stop, you nasty, you, how dare you......" Umbridge screamed deeply.

"I'm sorry, Professor, what are you talking about?" Evan asked, his handwritten quills writing at breakneck speed.

"Ah, I told you to stop, ah, stop, don't write!" Umbridge shouted in a shrill voice, and she pounced to snatch the quill from Aven's hand.

But there was a flash of red light, and Umbridge flew backwards, slamming to the ground.

"Professor, I want you to calm down, the Hogwarts rules and the laws of the Ministry of Magic do not stipulate that professors have the right to attack students, and students cannot defend themselves properly. "And I'm now receiving your punishment for me, and you told me plainly that I can't stop writing until you're satisfied, and I'm not sure you're satisfied." ”

As Evan moved, Umbridge's face burned with pain, and the words were carved into his skin again and again, and after a few seconds, the wound healed quickly, but Evan wrote too quickly, and the skin healed slower than it could be cut.

Red scratches remained, and thin beads of blood emerged.

If Evan writes again, Umbridge is probably going to break her face, the damage caused by this kind of witchcraft magic is difficult to heal, and wherever she goes in the future, the first thing people see is the sentence on her face: I can't lie.

She deserved it, Harry thought with pleasure, feeling like the dissatisfaction that had been building up since the start of school had been swept away.

"Stop, you're sorry, Mason, Gryffindor deducts a hundred points, I'm going to fire you!" Umbridge shouted.

Holding back the pain, she pulled out her wand and cast a few spells on Aven.

But it didn't work at all, and the green light flew towards Aven, and there was a few booms.

A crimson shield with intricately patterned patterns appeared in front of Evan out of thin air, blocking all of Umbridge's magic.

As long as she doesn't use the Killing Charm or a few other special spells, Evan is confident that she can use this shield to block the opponent's attacks.

If Umbridge had gotten dizzy and used that extreme magic, then she would be in real trouble!

Whether she's a High Investigator or a Special Deputy Minister for the Ministry of Magic, just casting the Unforgivable Spell on Evan is enough to keep her imprisoned in Azkaban.

"Stop, Mason!" Umbridge said in a flattering tone, the attack had no effect, the threat had no effect, and she seemed to finally recognize the situation, and the pain in her face was almost unbearable......

"Professor, I'm so stupid, I haven't heard you say satisfied, and I'm not sure if I should stop your punishment of me. Aven looked at Umbridge and calmly said that he had already figured out how this was going to end!

"Satisfied, I'm very satisfied, you're doing a great job, Mr. Mason, stop now!"

"Yes, Professor!" said Aven, "but I still have to say that you really don't want to use this quill in the future, it's too dangerous!"