For Hermione, the events in class that day were not pleasant, the conflict between her and Umbridge spread quickly at Hogwarts, almost half of the students regarded her as a hero, the Defence Against the Dark Arts class was now boring and boring, and Umbridge was such a disgusting being at first sight, so almost all the students hated her.

"I'm impressed with you, Hermione, I didn't expect you to be so brave, you really deserve to be from our house, I always thought the Sorting Hat had put you in the wrong place!" Angelina, who took over as captain of Quidditch this year, said to Hermione with a smile.

"Like, didn't you see that old toad Umbridge's eyes are green!" Parvati agreed.

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Unfortunately for Hermione, it didn't make any sense, Umbridge had no intention of adjusting her class, and she was deducted points and put in confinement.

"Hermione, why don't you want me to tell everyone the truth? Defence Against the Dark Arts class. Harry still had some questions.

"Don't be stupid, Harry, she's Fudge's person, is there any use for you arguing with her about this other than asking her to deduct a few more points from Gryffindor?" Hermione was a little irritated, she was going to spend the whole night with Umbridge tonight, she looked at Harry angrily, "Use your brains, Harry, they're trying to catch your mistake right now, you can't get the handle up to you yourself!" ”

"But what I'm saying is the truth!" Harry argued.

"I know, but that's useless! Those who believe will already believe it, and those who don't will just wait to see your jokes. ”

"But—"

"No, but!" Hermione interrupted Harry, her eyes fixed on Harry, "You're the target of Fudge and Umbridge right now, you'd better protect yourself and don't cause trouble to everyone!" ”

Harry's expression turned a little cold, "So I've been just causing trouble for everyone, haven't I?" ”

"Yes!" Hermione said unceremoniously, "As far as what you've done before, that's it!" ”

Harry clenched his fist, then released it, and said with a smile, "yes, then I'll leave, save you all the trouble, by the way, the new brave Hermione, I wish you a nice time with Professor Umbridge tonight!" With that, he turned and left.

Looking at his distant figure, Hermione frowned, Harry was just a little impulsive and reckless in the past, but now he is arrogant and arrogant, and he blames others for his disappointment, the change is too great, at that moment just now, looking at Harry, Hermione even had a chilling feeling.

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"Good evening, Miss Granger." Umbridge sat in her office in a terrible patterned robe.

"Good evening, Professor Umbridge," Hermione said stiffly.

"Okay, sit down," she said, gesturing to a small table and straight-backed chair next to it. There was a black parchment on the table ready for her.

Hermione sat down obediently, and now it was only herself who would suffer if she rebelled against her.

"Well, that's good," Umbridge seemed pleased with Hermione's expression, "it's your punishment for going up against the teacher, and of course for some inferior people of inferior blood, one lesson is obviously not enough...... You have to come tomorrow, the day after tomorrow, and Friday. ”

Hermione's blood was pouring upwards, and she forced herself to calm down as 'inferior blood' and 'inferior' hit her head one after another.

"So what do I need to do?" She asked indifferently.

"It's just a penalty," Umbridge laughed happily, and she loved looking at Hermione's now somewhat distorted face.

"Okay," Hermione bent over to take her pen from her bag.

"No, not with your pen, you're going to use my more special one. Here's you--" handed her a slender, black quill with an unusual pointed tip.

"I want you to write," she instructed softly, "that the Mudbloods are not to be self-righteous. ”

Hermione gripped the quill so hard that she almost wanted to crush it.

"How many times?" She took a deep breath.

"Oh, until you remember it," Umbridge said sweetly, "and go when you're done." ”

She walked over to her table and sat down, towards a pile of parchment, as if writing a thesis. Hermione held up her black quill and noticed that she seemed to be missing something.

"There's no ink." She said to Umbridge.

"Oh, you don't need ink," the cold voice seemed to imply something.

Hermione pressed the quill to the paper and began to write: Mudbloods can't be self-righteous.

There was a pain, and letters in red ink appeared on the parchment. At the same time, the letters came out on the back of Hermione's right hand, like a scalpel piercing her skin - she could even see visible cuts, the skin healed again, the red color was lighter than before, and it was very smooth.

In the Gryffindor common room, Ginny looked at the pale Hermione and asked worriedly, "What's going on, Hermione, what did that toad to Umbridge do to you?" Your face looks ugly! ”

"Nothing!" Subconsciously retracting her hand into her sleeve, Hermione forced a smile and said, "It's just a penalty." ”

Ginny clearly sensed that something was wrong, "But-"

"It's really nothing," Hermione's expression was a little flustered, "Well, that, I'm a little tired tonight, I'm going to rest first, yes, that's it." ”

Looking at Hermione's hurried departure, a trace of worry rose in Ginny's heart.

The next day's punishment continued, but the healing of the words was noticeably slower, Hermione gritted her teeth and persisted, while Umbridge smiled smugly.

"Okay, Ginny, I'm really fine." Hermione gripped Ginny with a tired smile, the pain alone had exhausted all her strength.

On the third day, during Potions class, Mo Wen broke into the classroom, followed by Ginny.

Ignoring Snape's roar, his gaze searched the crowd before finding his target.

"Guris, why are you here?" Hermione chuckled, pulling her right hand behind her back.

Mo Wen ignored it, and pulled Hermione's right hand in front of her eyes in everyone's astonished gaze, and there was now only a shallow layer of traces on it that would never be noticed if you were not careful, 'Mudblood can't be self-righteous'.

"How dare she!" Mo Wen made a terrible sound.

"It's nothing, it's almost over." Hermione whispered, not daring to look into Mo Wen's eyes.

"Gurris, if you don't have a good explanation—" Snape looked at Mo Wen with a very unkind expression.

"Shut up!" A flash of red light struck Snape, and he was knocked against the wall, slowly slumped to the ground.