Ten minutes later, there were many more people in the principal's office, and Ginny and Neville were brought to the principal's office.

Panting, Dolores Umbridge leaned over Harry in his chair, "You're going to find Dumbledore, aren't you?"

Annoyed and annoyed by Harry's lack of access to the real Headmaster and Harris's defiance of her like a servant, Harry barged into her Headmaster's office and frightened her to inform Filch that she had seen Minerva McGonagall leave the schoolyard, believing that McGonagall and Harry must have some way to go to Dumbledore to turn against her.

"No, I just wanted to take my broom that you confiscated. Harry said in disgust, as he had just put his head into the fireplace at 12 Grimmauld Place and learned from the house-elf Kreacher that Sirius was not there, and was caught by Umbridge.

"Lying. "Dolores?" Umbridge slapped Harry in the face with a wave of his hand, "You and I both know that your fire bolts are firmly watched in the basement, Potter, your head is in my fire, who are you talking to?"

The other young wizards watched in amazement, and a gloomy voice sounded from behind them, "You called me, Headmaster Umbridge?" Severus Snape, Headmaster Slytherin, appeared silently at the door of the Headmaster's office, he glanced at the scene, his eyes lingering on Harry's eyes for a few seconds before refocusing on the new Headmaster of Hogwarts.

Umbridge immediately straightened up, and before he could retract his fierce expression, he hurriedly said, "Yes, Snape." It's time for them to tell the truth, whether they want it or not. Did you bring the elixir?"

"It's a shame that you ran out of students in your previous interrogations. Snape's voice was cold, but Harry breathed a sigh of relief.

Under Umbridge's inquiring gaze, Snape's gloating voice continued: "The last one is on Mr. Weasley, and apparently it's too late to boil it now, unless you want to poison him, and if you do, I offer my sincere sympathy." ”

Harry's attention was pulled back, and he noticed that Snape's words had left Dolores disappointed and angry.

In this embarrassment Snape said, "But I can't help you." With that, he turned to leave.

"The big foot is in his hand. Harry, who didn't know that McGonagall had left, hurriedly said, thinking that this might be the last chance to inform the Order of the Phoenix, and he quickly added, his eyes full of pleading and hope, "Bigfoot has been taken to his hiding place." ”

"What is Bigfoot, what is Bigfoot? What is he talking about, Snape?" Umbridge asked Snape with a frown, puzzled but skeptical.

Snape's expression, which had not yet turned around, froze instantly, and he slowly turned his head and replied expressionlessly, "I don't know." Then he walked straight out.

"Well, you forced me. Umbridge shook her head, a little helplessly, she said something in her heart, hesitated for a moment, glanced at the others present, turned her head and told Filch, "Filch, take a few of them out, close the door, and wait outside the headmaster's room." ”

"Harry!" Ron cried, his voice full of panic, but Filch beside him held on to him.

"Yes, Headmaster. Filch said respectfully.

After the others were taken out, Umbridge grabbed Harry by the collar and with great force, Harry staggered and dragged to the room on the stairs behind the headmaster's room.

Umbridge muttered as she threw Harry into a brown-red chair in the attic. She pointed her wand at Harry, and her usual sweet smile and smugness were completely replaced by a fierce and resolute look: "...... You're forcing me...... No other way...... Digging into the heart should make you open your mouth. ”

"How dare you!" Harry stared into Umbridge's eyes, trying to judge if the woman meant it, "I'll report you!"

"As long as Cornelly doesn't know. Umbridge raised a frown, her hand with bright pink nails and an emerald ring that looked like droplets snapped the picture of Connelly Fudge on the table, "For example, he never knew I ordered the Dementors to chase you last summer, but he'd love to have a chance to fire you, and the same now, just give you an Oblivion Charm afterwards, Potter." ”

Harry's eyes widened in horror, and Umbridge chuckled triumphantly, but what she didn't know was that Harry was nervous because of her threat, but even more surprisingly, he saw that behind Umbridge, the figure of Alan Harris suddenly lifted the illusion charm and revealed, but Umbridge didn't notice it because he was facing away from Alan.

Alan sat reclining in his chair, his black H94 uniform jacket draped over his shoulders, his legs crossed on the table in leather riding boots, and when his calm gaze met Harry, Alan raised his head lightly, raised his index finger to his lips and gestured to Harry not to reveal his presence, and when he lowered his hand, he pointed to a VCR resting on the table, the camera of which was aimed at Umbridge and Harry.

Seeing Allen's movements, Harry, who understood Allen's intentions, showed a determined look on his face, and he glared angrily at Umbridge.

"You're still not going to tell the truth, are you?" said Umbridge, a cruel look of pleasure on her face, as she rudely drew her wand, the tip of which almost hit Harry's nose, "Piercing the heart." ”

Harry felt a piercing pain all over his body, Harry's heart pounded against his ribs, he gritted his teeth, he gathered all his strength to resist the pain he had never felt before, he didn't want to wail in front of Umbridge, he didn't want his pain to make the other person more proud, his forehead was bruised, his sweaty hands gripped the armrest of the chair.

"It's really not good, don't you want to say it? I see how long you can endure it. Umbridge raised her wand again, "Drill the heart—"

Harry was in pain, knowing that if Umbridge kept casting the spell, the victim would go insane and even die from the pain if he was tortured for too long. Neville's parents had been driven insane by the spell and had been living in St. Mungo's Hospital for years. Harry tried to contain himself, not wanting to reveal his fear, but the growing crushing pain made him unable to restrain himself, and a horrible, prolonged scream resounded through the attic.

In the space of those few seconds, Harry felt as if years had passed, and all sorts of cranky thoughts had begun in his mind besides the pain, and he had even completely forgotten that Alan and Umbridge existed, just screaming there, but the only thing he hadn't thought about was to give in.

"Dolores. Allen's calm voice sounded, and Umbridge froze for a few seconds as if struck by lightning, and then turned back sharply, her face trying to put up the usual fake smile, but now she found that she couldn't defeat the fear, "Professor Harris, you...... Why are you in the principal's office?"

Alan still sat reclining in the chair, his legs did not mean to be lowered, his fingers pressed lightly towards the VCR, and then stopped recording, and then patted the non-existent dust in his palm, and pressed the perceptual imprint on his left arm with his right hand. "Dolores, unfortunately, the unforgivable spells cast by wizards who have no access to it, except for the Aurors, are punishable by life imprisonment in Azkaban if they are used on people. ”

Umbridge bit her lip, she noticed Alan's current posture and her free hands, she suddenly raised her wand with a hideous face and pointed at Eren instantly, "Avada Suo!" The green spell successfully hit Alan, the smug expression on Umbridge's face froze as soon as it was revealed, and her spell hit Allen's body without any reaction!

Although Harry had not yet recovered from the severe pain, he was also shocked by the green light and looked at Allen, but he was still unable to speak, but to his surprise, Allen, who had been hit by the Death Curse, was now only bleeding a little from his nose......

"It can't be! No one can defend against the Require Curse...... Not to mention that you've been hit!" Umbridge was stunned as she raised her wand, forgetting for the moment what she had been doing to attack Allen, and focusing on the miracle in front of her.

"Ahem...... Dolores, it looks like you're a little better than I thought. Alan looked embarrassed and took out a handkerchief to wipe his nose, thinking that with his long-term soul-sucking behavior and some previous personal experiments, he had ensured that he was no longer afraid of ordinary wizards' life-requiring spells, but he didn't expect Umbridge to be stronger than his original judgment, especially in the dark arts, which made the image he had deliberately maintained just now ruined.

Cleaning up the handkerchief stained with nosebleeds, Allen's eyes lifted slightly, and he slowly held his wand, Umbridge hysterically used your weapon against Allen at this time, hoping to make the other party unable to attack him, but, although the other party had no intention of defending at all, he was hit by all these red lights, but he didn't let his wand out of his hand at all.

In a moment, Umbridge's 8-inch birch dragon's heart wand suddenly flew out of her hand, and the wand suspended in the air reversed, and the tip of the wand was aimed at Umbridge, stabbing her neck, the stinging sensation made Umbridge scream like a sow waiting to be slaughtered.

"I happened to learn a few unique spells in Germany during the summer, and now I cast them in a similar way to the function of the Except You weapon, although it is not very useful in combat with similar strengths. Alan shrugged, and Umbridge looked at him like he was looking at a devil, "But for you who don't need a wand in the future, it's just right." ”

Umbridge's wand left her neck and flew parallel to her eyes. Umbridge clutched his neck, not daring to move, looking at the renegade wand in horror and incredulity. Blue sparks erupted from the tip of her wand, burning little by little along its shaft, making a crackling explosion, and Umbridge watched as her wand turned to ashes.