In the Defence Against the Dark Arts office, Umbridge sat on the floor, seemingly unaware of what was going on, and looked like a fool.

It wasn't until she felt a tingling pain all over her body that she suddenly reacted.

"Damn it, you...... How dare you ......"

"Smack!"

There was another crunch.

A plate with a kitten on it flew slowly and smashed straight into Umbridge's head.

This was followed by the second, the third......

It was only then that Umbridge remembered to hide, and she got up from the ground in a hurry, hastily avoiding the plates, which had been her favorite decoration.

Kyle sat in that armchair, his wand in his hand, little by little, very calmly, as if conducting a symphony.

Umbridge gritted her teeth in hatred, she wanted to say something, but every time she didn't say anything, a plate would hit her, and when she remembered that she was a wizard and wanted to take a wand, she would also be smashed on the wrist.

With the blessing of magic, those plates were so powerful that she squeaked in pain.

For a while, the room was crackling like fireworks, and it was very lively.

It wasn't until all the plates on the wall had been consumed that Umbridge, who had been beaten and swollen, could finally catch his breath.

She leaned against the door, stared at Kyle with a vicious gaze, and said through gritted teeth:

"Assault on the Senior Deputy Minister of Magic, you are so daring...... You're going to pay for it! ”

"Wouldn't it be okay not to let you say it?" Kyle casually said, "It's not that hard. ”

As he spoke, he raised his wand again.

Umbridge was so frightened that she almost fell again, and her first thought was not even to take out her wand and resist, but to run away.

She turned and grabbed the doorknob, trying to escape.

There are students and professors out there, and if Kyle wants to do anything, he will definitely be stopped.

Yes, as long as you can get out of here, you will be safe.

Umbridge thought so.

But in the next second, she was horrified to find that the doorknob seemed to be welded, and no matter how hard she tried, she could not get it.

"Don't waste your efforts." Kyle said with a smile.

He glanced at a white, dripping speculum on the table.

This thing was supposed to be peeping-proof, and during the holidays, he saw Professor Moody use it at 12 Grimmauld Place, and it was exactly the same as this one.

"How could I not think of something that you can think of." Kyle said, "I locked the door when I came in just now, and it won't open unless you use the Lockpicking Charm." ”

"Lockpicker, yes, lockpicker!" Umbridge scrambled to pull out his wand......

"Except for your weapons!"

Then, Umbridge watched as his wand spun and flew into Kyle's hand.

"A very simple disarming charm." Kyle casually caught the wand flying over and said, "As a Defence Against the Dark Arts professor, you must be familiar with this." ”

To be honest, Kyle didn't expect Umbridge to be so stupid and take out his wand with his back to his enemy.

How short is the Ministry of Magic...... How did this kind of goods climb to the position of deputy minister?

Kyle looked at the Umbridge wand in his hand and threw it to the ground next to him with some disgust.

A normal wand is usually around ten inches, but this one is less than seven inches, and if you fight with this wand, you will naturally have a slower spell speed than others...... Because it has to fly some distance.

"You...... You ......"

Umbridge was speechless at the sight of her wand being thrown, but she tried to put on a fierce look.

"I'm Dolores Umbridge, Senior Deputy Minister for Magic, Hogwarts Inquisitor......" Umbridge said in a high-pitched voice, "If you dare to attack me, it will be seen as a provocation to the Ministry, and you will be expelled, and then the Aurors will come and arrest you...... Dumbledore can't save you!

"You can't escape, if anything happens to me, Auror can find out what you've done."

"I'm so scared." Kyle said, "Then could you please not say it." ”

"If you can put down your wand...... Umbridge screamed, "I may consider letting you go." ”

"Oh, sure, no problem." Kyle placed his wand on the table next to him.

Seeing this, Umbridge thought that Kyle was scared and immediately came to his senses.

She tidied up her somewhat messy sweater and regained her swaggering appearance.

"Now I command you, open the door......" Umbridge said unceremoniously, "If you don't want to be expelled, you'd better do as I say." ”

"That's fine, too, but Professor, have you forgotten something?" Kyle reminded, "I'm here for confinement, and I need to write sentences. ”

"Ah, yes, that's right."

Because of the fright, Umbridge had forgotten that there was such a thing, and now that she thought about it, she hated Kyle even more.

"Damn it, lawless little brute...... Want me to let you go? Dream! She cursed inwardly, but on the surface she showed her usual smirk again.

"I want you to write, 'I can't be wild with Professor Umbridge,' a hundred, not five hundred, until you take that to heart."

"Okay professor." Kyle said.

Having said that, he still sat there.

"Why don't you write it yet?" Umbridge urged impatiently, "Hurry up, use the pen I gave you earlier, or I'll regret it." ”

"Wait a minute." Kyle said, pulling out a box and rummaging through it.

"What are you doing?" Umbridge said warily, "Put that thing down and put it on the ground!" ”

"Okay." Kyle did so.

Umbridge cautiously walked over and tried to pick up the box.

However, just as she was about to reach for her hand, a vine full of spikes suddenly stretched out from it and wrapped around her in an instant.

"Damn, what is this!" Umbridge screamed.

"I'd advise you not to move, Professor." Kyle said, "It's a poison tentacle, if it's stabbed by the thorns above...... I don't need to talk about the consequences. ”

Umbridge immediately froze, staring horrified at the nearby vines and the glittering spikes on them.

Of course she knew about it, a deadly poisonous plant.

"What do you want to do!" Umbridge said in a trembling voice: "Poison tentacles are Class C prohibited trade items, and it is illegal to grow them privately!" ”

"No, no, no, you're wrong, professor, this is the seed you gave me from the Ministry of Magic." Kyle shook his finger and said:

"As for what I want to do...... Of course, it's to finish the confinement content you just set and write 500 sentences. ”

As he spoke, Kyle picked up the slender quill on the table and looked at it.

There's no doubt that this is a pretty standard dark magic item, but as for what it does......

Kyle retrieved a piece of parchment and tapped it lightly with the tip of his pen.

At the same time, there was a tingling pain in his hand, as if he had been pricked by something.

Obviously, if you write with this pen, you will write directly on the user's skin...... This is also the reason why its nib is as sharp as a knife.

And the so-called ink is blood.

But well......

Kyle took the pen and observed it for a moment, then took out his wand and added a few magic symbols to it.

"It's not too complicated, so it should be fine."

He walked up to Umbridge and stuck the tip of his pen in her hand without saying a word.

With Umbridge's piercing scream, the original black feathers gradually turned red.

Kyle clicked on the parchment again.

This time, he didn't feel anything in his hands at all, but Umbridge on the side suddenly gasped.

"It worked." Kyle nodded, found a blank piece of parchment and wrote, "I can't be wild with Professor Umbridge."

Umbridge shivered in pain, but despite this, she didn't dare to move, and could only yell at Kyle.

Kyle just didn't think he could hear it.

By the time he wrote it for the tenth time, Umbridge's yelling turned into a threat, from Kyle himself to Chris to Dumbledore...... None of them were spared.

But by the time Kyle writes it for the fiftieth time, the threat turns into a plea for mercy.

But the burning pain on the back of her hand made her voice choppy.

Kyle still fell on deaf ears.

"Don't worry, Professor, didn't you say you would write it five hundred times?" Kyle changed another piece of parchment. "I've only written a tenth of it now, so I can't give up halfway."

(End of chapter)