While the tryouts on the field were underway, Harry was in Umbridge for the last time, and he kept writing the phrase "I can't lie" on parchment, hoping that this would be the last time he would be locked up by this woman. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

Umbridge had just told him that she had reordered a new black quill and that it would be delivered next week.

The subtext of this sentence is that if Harry makes another mistake, it will not be as simple as writing sentences, she will not hesitate to inflict the bloody punishment on Harry before, Harry doesn't care, he is determined not to tell the truth because of threats.

But as Evan said, there is no need to argue with her, this woman is hopeless.

Umbridge was now preoccupied with evaluating the professors, and had no time to deal with Evan and Harry.

A week was enough time for her to get the general picture out, and to her disappointment, no professor had so far taken the initiative to turn to her or support her reforms, except for Filch, the castle keeper.

The whole of Hogwarts was monolithic, and everyone supported Dumbledore, who seemed to disdain her assessment and the majesty of the Ministry.

Umbridge is determined to get rid of a professor as soon as possible, and only then can he establish his prestige.

And she has a new plan, Lucius Malfoy and some pure-blood wizarding families reached out to her earlier today, they are interested in her status as a senior inquisitor, hoping that she can do something to get rid of Dumbledore as soon as possible......

Although she has no supporters in this castle, the strength behind her is not comparable to this magic school.

If this is a war, she is confident that she will be able to achieve the final victory.

Harry saw that Umbridge was not caring about himself, and ventured out the window.

He could see the Gryffindor Quidditch team flying around the pitch in the distance, and a dozen or so dark figures standing under the three high goal posts, apparently waiting to be the goalkeeper.

Because it was so far away, it was impossible to see which one was Ron.

Harry wrote a few more words, pretending to move to the table, and he could hear Umbridge's quill writing.

He looked up again, and now he didn't know who was defending the goalpost, and he was doing very badly.

Within seconds of Harry mustering up the courage to peek, Katie Bell scored two goals in a row.

He lowered his gaze and looked at the long parchment on which less than a fifth had been written, and wished the goalkeeper wasn't Ron.

In this way, Harry wrote "I can't lie" while looking up and sneaking outside for a few seconds from time to time.

He saw a goalkeeper save all the balls, and there was a burst of cheers on the field, which could be faintly heard even here in the castle, and Harry wasn't sure if it was Ron, because the guy was doing so well!

With what he's learned from helping Ron train these days, it's a bit difficult for Ron to do that.

And just like that, the sky was getting darker, and Harry couldn't see anything, and his parchment was full of the phrase "I can't lie", and his wrist was so sore that he didn't have the strength to write it down.

"Mr. Potter, I hope you'll remember that, if there was another time, it wouldn't be that simple!" Umbridge said softly, walking over and taking the parchment from Harry's hand.

Harry touched her short, ringed hand and felt a burning pain, the scar on his forehead.

At the same time, there was a very strange sensation somewhere in his upper abdomen.

Harry immediately came to his senses and glared straight at her.

She looked at him too, and the smile on her face widened the wide, bubble-fluffing mouth.

"Alright, Mr. Potter, you can go!" Umbridge said, not finding any anomaly in Harry.

Harry picked up his bag and left the room as quickly as he could, his heart pounding loudly and quickly.

His scar hadn't hurt in a long time, and Evan had said that his scar could only be related to Voldemort.

Some terrible thoughts popped into Harry's mind, and he kept calm, running up the stairs in three steps and two steps, and said to himself, stay calm, not necessarily what you think.

Anyway, he had to talk to Aven and tell him the news as soon as possible.

"Mibu Mibao!" Harry said to the fat lady breathlessly, and the portrait opened again.

He was stunned for a moment, and was greeted by a commotion.

Ron ran up to him, smiling all over his face, goblet in his hand, and butterbeer spilled all over his chest.

"Harry, I've made it, I've been selected, I'm the goalkeeper!" Ron cried.

"What? oh, that's great!" said Harry, trying to make himself laugh more naturally, his heart still pounding.

"Let's have some butterbeer!" Roensai gave him a bottle, "I can't believe it......"

"Where has Aven gone?" asked Harry urgently.

"Oh, he's there, and Hermione is in everything. Ron said, looking a little overwhelmed, not noticing Harry's tone, "I've been selected, Aven's star has been made, Gryffindor is a double happy today, and we're going to win the Quidditch trophy this year." ”

"yes, we're going to win. Harry looked up to see Evan and Hermione sitting on the couch by the fire, Evan holding a piece of cardboard in his arms, looking down to write something quickly, Hermione dozing next to him, the wine glass in his hand tilted to the side, about to spill.

Harry wanted to go over, but he and Ron were surrounded by Lavender and a group of schoolgirls, and everyone was happy.

"Harry, you're back!" Angelina and Katie walked over, "we have a new goalkeeper. ”

"Come on, Ron, see if Oliver's old robes fit you fit, Oliver gave it to me when he graduated, I just turned it out. Katie laughed and said, "We can take his name off and replace it with yours, and he will definitely agree, and we can write to him about it." ”

Ron walked over, and Angelina walked up to Harry.

"I'm sorry I was a little rough with you, Potter. She said abruptly, taking a few sips of Butterbeer, "It's too much pressure to be a leader, you know, sometimes I feel like I'm kind of following in Wood's footsteps." ”

She looked over the edge of the goblet to look at Ron, frowning slightly.

"Yes, I know he's your best friend, but I can say definitively that he's not the best!" she said bluntly, "I chose him for the sake of you and Fred and George, and I think after some training, he should have no problem, he has a good group of Quidditch players in his family." To be honest, I hope he will be more talented in the future than he is today. The Frobisher siblings and Jeffrey Hooper both flew better than him tonight, but Hooper was constantly humming and chirping, always complaining endlessly about trivial things, and Vicky and Winnie had too much social activity, and they themselves admitted that they couldn't even participate in the team's training. Anyway, we've got a training session tomorrow at two o'clock in the afternoon, the first of the semester, and this time you have to go, with your fire bolts. We'll be able to test Aven's Star Picker and compare it to the Firebolt. By the way, I'm going to ask you one more thing to help Ron as much as you can, okay?"

Harry nodded, and Angelina slowly walked back to find Arya.