"How does it feel, Harry?"

"What do you mean? If it was last night's goalkeeper tryout, I'm sorry. Harry hung his head back, and then naturally retracted his left hand, and had to admit that Umbridge's methods were still very clever, except for a few red marks, Harry's hands left nothing.

In fact, it was another terrible day for Harry, he was the worst at Transfiguration class, he didn't practice the Vanishing Charm at all.

Then he gave up the lunch again to complete the botanical spectrum. At the same time, Professor McGonagall, Professor Sputlaw, and Professor Trawney gave them a bunch of homework that Harry wasn't prepared to finish that night.

And because tonight he's going to Umbridge for a second confinement. Finally, on the way to dinner with him, Angelina told him that tomorrow the team would have a training session before the new players arrived. And Harry didn't expect him to escape Umbridge's confinement tomorrow.

"I'm in confinement. Harry shouted as Angelina and Harry walked together. "Do you think I'd like to be locked up in the old toad's house or play Quidditch with you?"

"Just writing," Hermione reassured, and Harry spread out on the bench looking at the slices of meat and pie, he didn't have much appetite.

"It's not some terrible punishment, really. ”

Harry opened his mouth, then closed it again, just nodded. He wasn't sure if he was going to tell Ron, Van Lin, and Hermione what had happened in Umbridge's room.

He just wanted people not to think he was afraid. This will only make the whole thing worse and more humiliating.

He had a vague feeling that he and Umbridge would have a secret war, so he decided not to complain to Hermione.

"That's all he did to you?" Van Lynn said uncertainly, in fact, he couldn't guarantee what Umbridge would do to Harry, and what he didn't see with his own eyes didn't count.

"Oh, of course...... It's just a hassle. Harry said quickly.

"I'm full, maybe I should have gone over and finished the transcription sooner so I could have time to finish my homework. Harry took two mouthfuls and hurried away.

In fact, the second confinement was just as bad as the first, and the skin on the back of the hand began to slowly turn red and become inflamed.

Harry thought it might not be cured for a long time.

Soon, the cut was already deeply carved into his hand, and Umbridge, perhaps, would be satisfied. She never gasped loudly in the room, however, he didn't say a word during his confinement, except for "good evening" and "good night".

Harry had a lot of homework, and when he returned to the Gryffindor common room, he was tired and wanted to go to bed, but he opened his book and began to write Snape's essay on moonstone powder.

By the time he finished writing, it was already half past two in the morning. He knew he was pitiful, but it didn't work, unless he was then locked up in Snape's lockdown.

Then he quickly wrote the answers to Professor McGonagall's questions, and clumsily revised the paper assigned by Professor Sputlaw, and as for Professor Troney's diary, he hoped that he would have a good dream.

Harry cleaned up as he saw it, then staggered back to bed, and when he put on his pajamas, he fell asleep immediately.

Thursday passed in fatigue.

Ron also seemed sleepy, though Harry didn't know why. Harry's third confinement was exactly the same as the previous two, except that after two hours, the words "I can't lie" still didn't disappear from the back of Harry's hand, and continued to stay on it, dripping blood.

Pausing to continue writing, Professor Umbridge came over and took a look.

"Ah," she said gently, circling the table to examine him and his wand. "Okay. This should remind you, doesn't it? You can go tonight. ”

"Am I coming again tomorrow?" said Halinen as he picked up his bag with his left hand and not with his nimble right hand.

"Oh, of course," Professor Umbridge said, smiling even wider. "Yes, I think tomorrow night's work will make my message stay in your heart more deeply. ”

Harry never thought there would be a more hated teacher in the world than Snape, but as he walked back to Gryffindor Tower, it occurred to him that there was another person who was worse than Snape.

"She's terrible!" Harry cursed inwardly as he climbed the stairs to the 7th floor, 'She's wicked, disgusting, mad old-'

"Ron?" he reached the top of the stairs, turned right and ran into Ron, who was lying behind a knight's statue, clutching the handle of his broomstick.

He jumped up in surprise when he saw Harry, and then tried to put his sweeping star behind his back.

"What are you doing?"

"Well, nothing, and what are you doing here?" Harry asked, frowning. "Come on, you have to tell me! What are you hiding here?"

"I'm ...... I'm avoiding Fred and George, if you know," Ron said, "and they just walked past with a bunch of first-year freshmen. I bet they're experimenting on first-year freshmen. I mean, they can't do experiments in the common room right now, no, Hermione isn't here. ”

"But what are you doing with your broomstick, you can't fly here with it, can you?" asked Harry.

"I ...... All right...... Okay, okay, I'll tell you, but don't laugh, okay?" said Ron in a shy tone, his face slowly turning red. "I ...... I think I've become a Gryffindor goalkeeper and now I have a decent broomstick. That's it. Go ahead. Laugh. ”

"I'm not smiling," Harry said. Ron blinked. "It's amazing! Did you really make it to the team, that's cool! I've never seen you as a goalkeeper, are you good?"

"I ...... I'm not bad," Ron said.

Ron seemed relieved by Harry's reaction. "Charlie, Forde, George always called me as a goalkeeper during their training during the summer. ”

"So you've been practicing last night?"

"Every night except Tuesday, just do my best, that's all. I cast a spell on the Quaffle to make it fly towards me, but it wasn't easy and I didn't know how useful it would be. Ron looked restless and enthusiastic.

"Fred and George would be ashamed after I finished the tryouts, and since I became a prefect, they've kept saying I'm too proud. ”

"I wish I had been there," Harry said bitterly, as they left the common room together.

"Yes, that's—what's on the back of your hand?" Harry had just raised his right hand to hide, but was spotted by Ron.

"Just a small wound...... It's nothing...... It's ......"

"She just needs you to write?"