Harry left the auditorium with his bag on his back and walked up the marble staircase one step at a time. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

The nameless fire that suddenly erupted just now was still burning in his heart.

He felt a deep sense of pleasure at the look of astonishment on the faces of Evan, Ron, and Hermione.

When he gradually calmed down, he regretted it a little.

Harry knew he shouldn't be angry with Evan and lose his temper, but he felt irritated uncontrollably.

The recent scars and pain had upset him, but he couldn't talk about it.

The school was full of gossip, his friends were full of distrust of him, Ron and Hermione kept arguing and arguing, the woman in Umbridge was full of malice, Professor McGonagall wanted him to keep his head down, Dumbledore was indifferent to him, and Evan let things unfold......

It was like this in the morning, it was like this at noon, it was like this at night, and it was like this when he returned to his bedroom, and he had nowhere to escape.

Under all the pressure, he felt like he was going crazy.

Harry's pace slowed down, and he suddenly realized that he had nowhere to go.

"Let's go sit in the library for a while, then go to the woman and confine, and apologize to Evan when you get back in the evening. He thought pitifully, "I want to control my temper, empty my brain, and don't want to ...... anything."

Just then, Peeves emerges from the wall of an empty classroom and tosses several inkwells like acrobatics.

"Oh, it's silly baby Potter!" Peeves giggled, "what are you doing here without eating?"

He caused two inkwells to fall to the ground and shatter, splashing ink on the wall.

Harry jumped back and yelled, "Get out of here, Peeves!"

"The weirdo has lost his temper, I saw it all in the afternoon, I told you. Peeves said, chasing Harry down the hallway, flying over him, squinting mischievously at him, "Oh, a lot of people think he's hot-tempered, Potter, Potter silly baby, some people don't have a bad heart, they know he's just too sad, Peeves knows best in his heart that he's a madman." ”

"Shut up!" Harry shouted, stepping down a small road.

The nameless fire in his body came out again, and he pulled out his wand, ready to teach Peeves a lesson.

He'd learned the magic from Sirius and knew how to attack Peeves.

But the shrewd Peeves didn't follow, and Harry saw a large portrait of Sir Cadogan.

As soon as he saw Harry, Ser Cadogan drew his sword and swung it at Harry viciously, but Harry ignored him.

He's had enough, all of them, even the ghosts and portraits are so hateful.

It's hard to imagine that just a few weeks ago, he missed all of this immensely.

"Come back, you runaway coward, don't flinch, fight me!" shouted Sir Cadogan in a muffled voice from behind his mask, but Harry kept walking, and Sir Cadogan wanted to chase him, so he jumped into an adjacent painting, but a large, fierce-looking wolfhound who lived in the painting drove him back.

"Hey, Potter!" he heard an angry voice shout as he walked to the library door.

"What's going on?" Harry turned his head impatiently, already reaching his limit.

He saw Angelina Johnson standing on the stairs not far away, apparently running up with him.

She seemed to be even angrier than he was, and could lash out at any moment.

"I'll tell you what's wrong!" she said, rushing up to him in a few steps and poking her fingers hard at his chest, "I've heard it all, how did you get yourself locked up at five o'clock this Friday afternoon?"

"What?!" Harry was stunned for a moment, then immediately thought, "Oh, by the way, select the goalkeeper!"

"I remember now!" Angelina roared, "Didn't I tell you that I wanted the whole team to participate in the tryouts and find someone who could work well with every player? Didn't I tell you that I had already booked a Quidditch pitch? and now you've decided not to go!"

"I didn't decide not to attend!" Harry said, feeling stabbed by the unfair words, "it was the woman named Umbridge who put me in confinement because I told her the truth about the mysterious man." ”

"Well, you can go straight to her and ask her to let you go on Friday!" Angelina said with a fierce emotion, "I don't care what you do, if you want, you might as well tell her that the mysterious person is something you imagined out of thin air, just to make sure you can be there!"

With that, she turned around and walked away menacingly, leaving Harry alone in place.

The three second-year girls walked out of the library and immediately shrank into a corner, avoiding him at a distance.

It looked like Harry was going to pounce on them and bite them hard, and Harry really had the urge to do that......

He sighed, though he felt that Umbridge was unlikely to let him go, but it was better to give it a try.

Angelina was right, he couldn't afford to miss Friday's team selection, and Quidditch was his only fun.

That being the case, but he had better get to Umbridge's office early to make a good impression on her.

Harry turned and walked towards Umbridge's office.

He knocked on the door, only to hear a sweet and greasy voice shouting, "Come in." ”

Harry cautiously walked in, looking around.

Harry was familiar with the office when the previous owners lived here.

In the days when Gilderoy Lockhart lived, the walls were plastered with pictures of himself smiling.

After Lupin moved in, every time he came in to look for him, he was likely to meet some very interesting evil animal, locked in a cage or a box.

During Sirius's time, it was filled with all sorts of interesting Auror items and delicious sweets.

When the counterfeit Moody lived here, the room was full of all kinds of utensils and handicrafts, which were used to detect other people's misdeeds and hiding places, but they were all damaged, and when the real mad-eyed man came back, he threw them all away and replaced them with a new batch.

Now, Harry was completely unrecognizable to the room.

Everything was covered with lace covers and tablecloths, as well as several vases filled with dried flowers, each on a separate small cushion, and on one wall hung a set of decorative plates, each with a large, brightly colored cat, each wearing a different bow around its neck.

Honestly, this stuff is disgusting!

Harry was so frightened that he stared at them until Professor Umbridge spoke......