Harry Potter's Bastard

"Hey, Potter!"

The Gryffindor students had returned from dinner, and Harry felt that he should go back to his dorm room at this time, so as to avoid some of the questioning.

"What's the matter?" he muttered impatiently, as he stood up and turned to see Angelina John, who looked like she was about to get angry.

"I'll tell you what's wrong," Angelina rushed up to him in a few steps, poking her fingers hard at his chest, "how did you get yourself locked up at five o'clock on Friday afternoon?"

"I didn't tell you that I want the whole team to train. Didn't I tell you that I had already booked a Quidditch pitch, and now you've decided not to go!"

"I didn't decide not to attend!" Harry said, feeling stabbed by the unfair words, "it was the woman named Umbridge who put me in confinement. "

"Well, you can go straight to her and ask her to let you go on Friday," Angelina said emotionally, "I don't care what you do." If you'd like, tell her that you made it up just to make sure you were there!"

Ron and Ginny have both joined the team this year, and now is the time for training, Harry doesn't want to be absent, but he knows that Umbridge won't let him go, and instead of thinking about how to intercede with Umbridge, he should think about which assignment to write first today.

While Harry was about to finish Professor Flitwick's paper on the common mistakes that copying spells make when casting spells, Hermione and the others returned.

"Listen Hermione, I don't want to argue with you, I know I didn't have a good temper just now and didn't control myself. Harry quickly confessed that he wanted Hermione's help with his homework.

"I didn't come to you to ask you to apologize for what happened," Hermione sat across from Harry, "but since you apologized, then I'll forgive you." "

Neville, next to Hermione, pulled out the parchment from his bag and prepared to start working on his dissertation.

"We are not your enemies, Harry. Hermione sighed, "But I do think you need to keep your temper in mind - you've been emotionally unstable since school started." This is even more true in Umbridge's class today. How can you say those things in front of so many people, and do you even think about the consequences of saying those things?"

"I'm telling the truth, and if I'm not mistaken, you started this head. Harry's mood was a little erratic when he talked about the things in class.

"But I'm not here to ......," Hermione interrupted in the middle of her sentence.

"Oh, Harry!"

"We've heard—"

"Your great feat in Defense Against the Dark Arts class!"

Fred and George sat down next to Harry excitedly, but the brothers sat on the armrests, one on the left and one on the right.

"And we heard you're going to the toad for confinement?"

"And for a whole week?"

"And what about your training?"

"I'll intercede with Umbridge then. Harry said tiredly, "But I don't hold out any hope. "

Fred and George looked at each other and laughed at the same time.

"Maybe we can help. Fred said with a smile.

"With our inventions. George continued.

"If you're referring to the candy that makes you unconscious and vomit—then I advise you to dismiss that. Hermione stared at the brothers, "If you insist on doing this, I'll write to your mother." "

"Merlin's beard!"

"Why are you here!"

The brothers saw Hermione.

"I've been sitting here!" Hermione rolled her eyes.

"No, Hermione, listen to me. Fred hurriedly explained: "Although the coma flower candy still has some flaws, the spitting candy has been completed." "

"That's right, we can guarantee that it won't have any side effects!" George said, "and it will just make you vomit suddenly." Of course, if you don't take the antidote, you'll keep throwing up, but other than that, spitting up candy will definitely not affect the user. This is a great way for Harry to get out of that toad's grasp!"

George winked at Harry.

"Are you really sure it works?" Harry looked at the twins suspiciously, Harry knew that Hermione had quarreled with the brothers about it.

"Of course!"

"It works great!"

After saying that, I don't know if it was Fred or George, I took out a candy with a decent package, opened the icing outside, and the twins came up to Harry.

"See? Swallow this half, it will make you vomit, and the remaining half is the antidote. "

"When you feel like you've vomited enough, you can always take the antidote. "

"We did a lot of testing. The antidote can immediately stop the symptoms of vomiting. "

"That is, as long as Umbridge kicks you out of her office, you can stop vomiting in the hallway. "

"How? Do you want to use our solution?"

"Not good!" Hermione stood up, snatched the candy that seemed suspicious to Hermione, and threw it into the fireplace without looking.

"Oh no!"

"That's worth five silvers. "

The brothers stared at Hermione together with four eyes.

"Don't do that, Hermione. "

"We can guarantee that it will be harmless. "

"No, you can't guarantee it!" Hermione said in a very dangerous tone, "what are the ingredients you use, what are the recipes?

"Hermione, it's up to me to escape Umbridge's confinement!" Harry didn't hesitate to side with the twins.

"Don't forget, you've been in Umbridge's confinement for a week!" Hermione pointed her gun at Harry, "If you're vomiting every time you're in lockdown, how long do you think Umbridge will find out about your little trick?"

Hermione was right, if Harry was vomiting every time he went to confinement, anyone who wasn't a fool could have guessed that Harry was playing a little trick. With Umbridge's temperament, once he catches this handle, Harry's confinement will probably have to be extended.

Harry and the twins had to admit that once Umbridge saw through the trick, Harry would be punished more severely.

"Don't think about these crooked ways. Hermione squinted at Harry in front of her, "This is the price you have to pay!"

"What price, the price of telling the truth?" Harry raised his voice.

Seeing that the two were about to quarrel again, Neville and the twins hurriedly played a round.

"Harry, if you really don't want to go to confinement, why don't you ask Solim tomorrow. "Neville's first thought of a problem he can't solve is his cousin.

"Tomorrow we're going to have Karkaroff's class with Slytherin, maybe you can ask him then. You know, he always has a way. "