Chapter 525

Leaving Hogwarts, Lupin was still immersed in the emotions he had just had, his eyes were still red, but his steps were no longer heavy. The two Werewolf Bureau staff members looked at each other, and the younger one scratched the back of his head, politely interrupting Lupin's thoughts. "Professor Lupin, go with us to the Ministry of Magic to go through the final formalities of registering and getting out of prison, and you will be basically free. ”

"Okay, thanks for the reminder. Lupin heard that he was called by a very different name than when he came, and he fixed his mind and thanked him.

At the Ministry of Magic, the three Lupins walked through the golden fence gate towards the elevator. The young man who had just spoken to Lupin pressed the nearest button "Down", and immediately an elevator creaked into place. With a clanging sound, the golden fence gate gently slid open, and they swarmed in with the crowd. The young man clicked the fourth button, and the fence door slammed shut, and the elevator began to descend, the chain clattering.

The fence door slid open, and they came out into the hallway, and as soon as they stepped into the hallway, they saw a man shouting angrily in a bathroom around the corner of the hallway, and the young man couldn't bear to look at him, and he sighed, "It must be Mr. Diggory again......"

Lu Ping was surprised, could it be that there were often quarrels and discords in the Department of Magical Creatures Management and Control?

The young man saw his confusion, shrugged his shoulders, and motioned for him to come closer and listen.

"Amos Diggory, you must have taken up the record for the longest time in the ministry to go to the bathroom, and you should spend more time at work than in the bathroom. A balding middle-aged man yelled at Mr. Diggory in a huff.

"You can't interfere with me, David. Mr. Diggory in the toilet roared back in a louder sullen voice, "The toilet is the last place of freedom for English wizards!

Lupin looked stunned but didn't speak.

The young man frowned, rolled his eyes comically, spread his hands and explained, "Our Magical Beasts Management and Control Division is relatively not that serious. ”

They continued on with Lupin to a room stacked with paperwork. "It's all documentation of all sorts of magical creatures. The documents you registered are also among them. Ah, Professor Lupin, I don't mean to be offended, but you'll have to fill out a whereabouts form. The young man was careful with his words, he didn't want to hurt the real professor after the incident in the Defence Against the Dark Arts classroom, even if he was a werewolf.

"I'm sorry, I'm taking Mr. Remus Lupin. A languid female voice rang out in the doorway, and Penelo Crivat stood in the doorway with her arms crossed, her tight-fitting workwear and flaming red lips, indescribably seductive.

"Miss Penelope, with all due respect, you Aurors can't interfere in the affairs of our Magical Beasts Management and Control Division, it's against the rules," the young man said stiffly. Although he knew that the beautiful woman in front of him was a famous killer of the Ministry of Magic, and had a great background, he had to do his duty.

A permit flew in front of him, and the young man swept the signature of his immediate boss, Josephine Harris, at a glance, and he quickly skimmed through the contents of the document, and could only stop talking, quickly issued a release paperwork, handed a blank itinerary to Penelope for her to fill out herself, and then apologized to Professor Lupin, and sat down in his chair to let Penelope take Remus Lupin away.

Hogwarts, outside the door of Umbridge's office on the fourth floor, Parvati, Harry, Ron, and Neville stood there, none of them willing to knock on the door and enter the office. Eventually, Harry knocked on the door, only to hear a sweet voice shouting, "Come in." ”

A few people reluctantly walked in. Harry was sick in the office now, everything was covered with lace covers and tablecloths. There are also several vases filled with dried flowers, each of which is placed separately on a small mat. On one wall hangs a set of decorative plates, each with a large, brightly colored cat, each wearing a different bow around its neck. These things were so disgusting that Neville, who had been locked up for the first time, was simply frightened and stared at them blankly, before Professor Umbridge spoke again, "Good evening." ”

Harry was calm, he was used to Umbridge's tricks, but Neville was so frightened that he hurried back - he hadn't noticed her at first, because she was wearing a fiery red printed robe that blended in with the tablecloth on the desk behind her.

"Good evening, Professor Umbridge. Harry said hello first, and the other three suddenly woke up and learned Harry's unnatural greeting.

"Okay, sit down. She said, pointing to four small tables with lace draped. She had placed a straight-backed chair beside each table, each with a blank piece of parchment and a long, slender black quill with a particularly sharp tip, apparently for them.

"I want you to write: I won't break the rules again. She spoke softly to them who had already sat down.

"How many times?" Parvati asked, ready to break his hand.

"Oh, write until this sentence is engraved in your heart. Umbridge snorted, "Let's start writing." ”

Harry lowered his head, unable to make out his expression, and had already begun to write. The other three, though a little baffled—Umbridge didn't prepare them with ink, but they started to write.

When the tip of their quill pen landed on the paper, they gasped in pain, and the words that appeared on the parchment appeared to be written in bright red ink. At the same time, the line appeared on the back of their right hand, and sank into the flesh as if it had been carved with a scalpel—however, as they stared at the red wounds, the skin healed again, and the place where the words had been written was only slightly redder than before, but smooth to the touch.

Parvati jerked her head up to look at Umbridge. She was staring at them, her toad-like mouth grinning.

Parvati gritted her teeth, looked down at the parchment, and once again landed the tip of her pen, the words carved into her skin again and again, and healed again and again, and the back of her hand ached as if it had been burned by fire.

Ron kept shaking his hands, as if that would shake off the pain, but he was strong enough not to snort or beg for mercy.

Neville's expression was much calmer than when he first came in, and the unknown punishment was the most terrifying. For Neville, this kind of flesh pain was far easier than facing Professor Snape.

?????? And just like that, they wrote this line on parchment over and over again. Even Neville, who was not in his right mind, finally understood that they were not using ink, but their own blood.

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