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But apparently Harry wasn't a fuel-efficient lamp, and it stands to reason that he should have calmed down by now, and that it wasn't the right thing to do against the professor.

The classroom was quiet for several minutes before Umbridge began to adjust.

She is also a smart person, seeing that Du Teng deliberately only showed the badge of the belt, and it was so concealed and fast, it showed that Du Teng did not want to reveal his identity. She also needs to keep her face, and Du Teng's idea is just what she wants.

So after the initial shock, Umbridge quickly calmed down.

"Alright, let me figure out a few things."

Professor Umbridge stood up, leaning forward, his palms pressed against the podium with his two short fingers. "Someone told you that a certain dark wizard had come back from the dead—"

"He's not dead," Harry said angrily, "but yes, he's back!" ”

"Mr. Potter, you've already made your house lose ten points, don't make things worse," Professor Umbridge said in one breath, not looking at Harry, "As I said, someone told you that a certain dark wizard is out again. This is nonsense. ”

"This is not nonsense!" Harry said, "I saw him, I fought him!" And Duten, who was there too! ”

Harry told Ben Chi on the way to death that even with Duten's help, he was still taking care of himself against his professor. Although Umbridge has a lot of bad things, but at the end of the day, she is a professor, so she is so against her...... In addition to Duten, I am afraid that only Dumbledore is left.

What's even more unbelievable is that this product actually pulled Du Teng. Although this was the case at the time, and although Umbridge didn't dare to do anything with Duten, it was still a bit unorthodox to do so. First of all, he didn't ask Duten what he meant, and secondly, he didn't know at all if Duten could suppress Umbridge, he was just a student at school, and he didn't know much about these things.

But he did it, and completely ignored Du Teng's meaning, which made Du Teng's heart a little unhappy, and Hermione, who was sitting next to Du Teng, directly pulled down her face. But now the attention of the whole classroom was completely out of the way, and everyone was watching Harry in amazement, watching Harry and Umbridge bump into each other.

"Confinement, Mr. Potter!" Professor Umbridge's face darkened slightly, "Tomorrow evening." Five o'clock. in my office. I repeat, this is nonsense. The Ministry of Magic guarantees that you will not be in danger from any dark wizards. If you still have doubts, be sure to come to me after class. If anyone were to scare you with the story of the Dark Wizard coming back from the dead, I'd love to hear it. I am always ready to help you. I'm your friend. Alright, please continue on page 5, 'Getting Started Fundamentals'. ”

Professor Umbridge sat down behind her podium. She only punished Harry, but deliberately didn't say anything about Duten, obviously not wanting to involve Duten.

Harry stood up again.

His classmates all stared at him blankly, and Seamus looked half scared and half curious.

"Harry, don't!" Ron whispered a warning, tugging at his sleeve. But Harry flicked his arm, not wanting him to touch him.

"Well, according to you, all of us are talking nonsense, so many people were there at the time, the Goblet of Fire was made into a portkey, and Professor Moody was secretly replaced, replaced by a former Death Eater. Now that we've got the Death Eater's confession, do you think we're making it all up? Harry asked, his voice trembling slightly.

The class gasped at the same time, and they looked eagerly at Harry and then at Professor Umbridge, only to see her raise her eyes and stare at Harry, no longer smirking on her face.

"The Ministry of Magic has already made a decision about these things, Mr. Potter, how many more times do you have to say it." She said coldly.

"Until you admit that Voldemort is back." Harry said. He felt himself shiver. He barely talked about it to anyone, let alone in front of thirty of his classmates who were listening with their ears pricked up. "I didn't lie, Dumbledore didn't lie, I won't allow you to slander Professor Dumbledore!"

Professor Umbridge's face was expressionless. For a moment, Harry thought she was going to scream at herself. But then she said in the gentlest and most sinister voice of a little girl, "Come here, Mr. Potter, my dear. ”

Harry kicked his chair aside and walked past Ron to the podium. He could feel the whole class holding their breath. He was so angry that he didn't care what happened next. Professor Umbridge pulled a roll of pink parchment from her handbag, flattened it on the podium, dipped her quill in an inkwell, and wrote hastily. She leaned over the podium so Harry couldn't see what she was writing. No one spoke. After a minute or so, she rolled up the parchment and struck it with her wand, and the parchment automatically sealed so firmly that Harry couldn't open it.

"Honey, take this to Professor McGonagall." Professor Umbridge said as he handed the parchment to Harry.

Without saying a word, Harry took the parchment from her hand, didn't look back at Ron, didn't look at Duten and Hermione, and left the classroom directly, slamming the door behind him. He sped down the hallway, clutching the note to Professor McGonagall in his hand, turned a corner and slammed into Peeves, a mischievous ghost. He was a small, wide-mouthed man lying flat in the air, tossing a few inkwells like an acrobatic cast.

"Oops, it's Silly Baby Potter!" Peeves giggled, causing the two inkwells to fall to the ground and shatter, splashing ink on the wall.

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

"Ouch, the weirdo has lost his temper." Peeves said, chasing Harry down the hallway, flying over him, squinting mischievously at him, "What happened again, my dear silly baby friend?" Do you hear a voice in your head? Hallucinations? And again—" Peeves smacked his tongue loudly and contemptuously, "-- weird? ”

"I said, don't bother me!" Harry yelled and turned and ran down the nearest staircase, but Peeves slipped off the railing next to him.

"Oh, a lot of people think he's hot-tempered, Potter Potter is stupid, some people don't have a bad heart, they know he's just too sad, Peeves knows best, and he says he's crazy and confused—"

"Shut up!"

A door to his left opened suddenly, and Professor McGonagall stepped out of her office, grim and slightly tired.

"What the hell are you yelling at, Potter?" She snapped, Peeves giggling happily and disappearing with a whoosh, "Why don't you go to class?" ”

"I was sent to you." Harry said stubbornly.

"Dismissed? What do you mean by this, who sent you to me? ”

Harry handed Professor Umbridge's note, and Professor McGonagall took it from him, frowned, tore the seal with a wand and read it. She read Umbridge's words, her eyes darting back and forth behind the square lenses, narrowing her eyes a little tighter with each line.

"Come in, Potter."

Harry followed her into her office. The door closed automatically behind him.

"What's going on?" Professor McGonagall suddenly snapped at him, "Is this true? ”

"What's true?" Harry asked, in an aggressive tone, he didn't want that. "Professor?" He made up again, trying to make his voice sound polite.

"Are you really yelling at Professor Umbridge?"

"Yes." Harry said.

"You say she's a liar?"

"Yes."

"You told her that the adversary who couldn't even mention his name was back?"

"Yes."

Professor McGonagall sat down behind her desk, frowning at Harry. Then she said, "Eat a cookie, Potter." ”

"Eat—what?"

"Sit down, eat a cookie," she said again impatiently, pointing to a checkered cookie box on a pile of papers on the table. ”

On one occasion before, Harry thought he was going to be taught a hard lesson by Professor McGonagall, but she was selected for the Quidditch team at Gryffindor House. Now he sat down in the chair opposite her, and took a ginger salamander biscuit for himself, feeling as bewildered and overwhelmed as he had been this time.

Professor McGonagall put down Professor Umbridge's note and looked at Harry very seriously.

"Potter, you need to be careful."

Harry swallowed the ginger salamander biscuit in his mouth and glared at her in bewilderment. Her tone was completely different from what he was used to. No longer so agile, crisp and stern, but low, worried, and seemingly more human than usual.

"If you don't follow discipline in Dolores Umbridge's class, you can pay a far more serious price than the academy demerits and confinement."

"What are you—"

"Think about it, Potter," Professor McGonagall snapped, suddenly returning to her usual tone, "you know where she's coming from, and you must know who she's going to report to. ”

The bell rang for the end of class. The cacophony of hundreds of students moving around at the same time sounded above and around them.

"It says that she's going to keep you in confinement every night for the week, starting tomorrow." Professor McGonagall looked down at Umbridge's note again and said.

"Every night this week!" Harry repeated, simply frightened, "But, Professor, are you—"

"No, I can't." Professor McGonagall said categorically.

"But—"

"She is your teacher, and she has every right to confine you down. You'll start going to her office tomorrow at five o'clock in the afternoon, and you'll start your first time. Remember: be careful around Dolores Umbridge. ”

"But I'm telling the truth!" Harry said indignantly, "Voldemort is back, you know. Professor Dumbledore knew he was—"

"For God's sake, Potter!" Professor McGonagall straightened her glasses angrily, "Do you really think the question is telling the truth or lying?" The problem is that you have to keep your head down, try not to get into trouble, and manage your own temper! ”

She stood up, her nostrils wide open and her lips pursed, and Harry followed suit.

"Let's have another cookie." She said irritably, pushing the cookie box to him.

"No thanks." Harry replied coldly.

"Don't be stupid." She snapped.

Harry took a piece.

"Thank you." He said reluctantly.

"Didn't you listen to Dolores Umbridge at the opening party, Potter?"

"Listen," said Harry, "she said, progress will be forbidden. This illustrates...... Explain that the Ministry of Magic is attempting to interfere with Hogwarts. ”

Professor McGonagall looked at him for a moment, then snorted through her nose and walked around the table to open the door for him.

"Well, anyway, I'm glad you listened to Hermione Granger." She said, motioning for him to leave her office.

……

At 5:05 p.m. on Sunday, Harry arrived at Umbridge's office on the fourth floor. He knocked on the door, only to hear a sweet voice shouting, "Come in." ”

Then he cautiously walked in and looked around.

Harry was familiar with the office when the first three masters 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. When the impostor Moody's lived here, the room was filled with all sorts of utensils and artifacts to detect misdeeds and hiding places.

At the moment, this room is simply unrecognizable. Everything was covered with lace coverings and tablecloths. There are also several vases filled with dried flowers, each on a separate 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.

It was a disgusting outfit, but Harry didn't care anymore, he was more concerned about how Umbridge was going to clean him up.

Duten was well aware of the question, and he sat in the garden with Hermione, who asked him more than once to help Harry.

"It's useless."

Faced with Hermione's request, Duten rarely refused.

"As you can see, Harry's temper is really bad, and many things can't be done by being reckless and impulsive. The current attitude of the Ministry of Magic is to deceive, and it is a day to deceive, and whoever stands on their opposite side at this time is their worst enemy. Although I am an envoy to the International Ministry of Magic, I have no direct authority over the British Ministry of Magic, and Umbridge is jealous of me, and just doesn't want me to speak ill of her up there. But once she really lets go of everything, in fact she doesn't need to be afraid of me, and I can't do anything to her. This is the same as the relationship between the United Nations and individual countries.

And don't you think it would be better to take this opportunity to get Harry to rein in his temper? ”

Duten said this, and Hermione thought about it, it was really like this. Then she stopped persuading, and Harry's acceptance of the punishment was settled. (To be continued.) )