Hogwarts Everything is Three

Ten minutes later, there were a lot of people in the principal's office. Ginny and Neville, who were the wind, were taken to the principal's office.

Panting, Dolores Umbridge leaned over to Harry in the chair: "You are going to find Dumbledore, aren't you?"

Not having the authority of the real principal and Harris' ignorance of her like a servant made Umbridge very annoyed and worried. Harry broke into her principal’s office and Filch informed her that she saw Minerva McGonagall leaving. The news from the campus made her feel terrified. She thought that McGonagall and Harry must have some way to meet Dumbledore to fight against themselves.

"No, I just want to take my broomstick that you confiscated." Harry said in disgust. He had just put his head into the furnace at Grimmauld Place 12, and learned from the house elf Kreacher that Sirius was gone. Later, after receiving a warning from the black cat on the plate, Umbridge hurriedly caught it.

"Lie!" Dolores Umbridge waved and slapped Harry in the face. "You and I both know that your firebolt is seen in the basement firmly, Potter, yours. With my head in my fire, who are you contacting?"

The other little wizards watched this scene in astonishment, a gloomy voice rang from behind them, "You call me, Headmaster Umbridge?" Slytherin Dean Severus Snape appeared silently At the door of the principal's office, he glanced at the scene, his gaze stayed on Harry's eyes for a few seconds and then refocused on the new principal at Hogwarts.

Umbridge immediately stood up straight, and the ferocious expression hadn't been taken back, so he hurriedly said, "Yes, Snape. It's time for them to tell the truth, whether they want it or not. You brought Veritaserum. ?"

"Unfortunately, you ran out of interrogations before." Snape's voice was cold, but Harry was relieved.

Under Umbridge’s probing gaze, Snape’s gloating voice continued to sound: "The last one was used on Mr. Weasley, and obviously it’s too late to make it, unless you want to poison him, if If you really want to, I express my sincere sympathy."

Harry's attention was drawn back, and he noticed that Snape's words made Dolores very disappointed and angry.

Snape said in embarrassment, "But I can't help you." After speaking, he turned to leave.

"The bigfoot is in his hand." Harry said hurriedly, not knowing that McGonagall had left. He thought this might be the last chance to inform the Order of the Phoenix. He quickly added, his eyes full of pleading and hope, even if The object of his plea was the person he hated the most, "The bigfoot was caught and went to where he was hiding."

"Toefoot, what is toefoot? What is he talking about, Snape?" Umbridge was puzzled but suspicious of it, frowning and questioning Snape.

Snape's expression, who hadn't turned around, froze for an instant. He turned his head slowly, and replied blankly, "I don't know." Then he walked out directly.

"Well, you forced me." Umbridge shook her head, a little helplessly, she said something in her heart, then hesitated and glanced at the others present, turned her head and asked Filch, " Filch, take them out, close the door, and wait outside the principal."

"Harry!" Ron shouted, his voice full of panic, but Filch by his side caught him firmly.

"Yes, principal," Filch said respectfully.

After the others were taken out, Umbridge grabbed Harry by the collar. Her strength was so strong that Harry was dragged staggered by her to the room on the steps behind the principal's office.

Muttering, Umbridge threw Harry into a brown-red chair in the attic. She pointed her magic wand at Harry, and her usual sweet smile and pride were completely replaced by a fierce and determined look: "...you forced me...no choice...cutting my bones should make you open your mouth."

"How dare you!" Harry stared into Umbridge's eyes, trying to judge whether the woman was serious, "I will report you!"

"As long as Connelly doesn't know it." Umbridge raised her brows lightly, and her hands with bright pink nails and an emerald ring that looked like drops of water snapped the picture of Cornelius Fudge on the table down. For example, he never knew that I ordered the dementors to chase you last summer, but he was very happy to have a chance to fire you, and it is the same now. Just give you a Forgotten Charm afterwards, Potter."

Harry's eyes widened in horror, Umbridge chuckled triumphantly, but what she didn't know was that Harry was nervous because of her threat, but even more surprised that he saw it in Umbridge. Behind Qi, the figure of Alan Harris suddenly lifted the phantom spell and revealed it, but Umbridge didn't notice it because he was facing Alan.

Alan sat leaning on a chair, his black H94 uniform coat draped over his shoulders, and his legs in leather riding boots were crossed on the table. When he calmly looked at Harry, Alan raised his head lightly. He raised his hand and raised his index finger to his lips, beckoning Harry not to expose his presence. When he lowered his hand, he pointed to a video recorder resting on the table. The camera lens was facing Umbridge and Harry. .

Seeing Alan's movements, Harry, who knew Alan's intentions, showed a firm look, and he glared at Umbridge.

"You still refuse to tell the truth, do you?" Umbridge showed a cruel and happy expression on her face. She drew out her wand roughly, the tip of the wand almost hit Harry's nose, "heart bite."

Harry felt the piercing pain all over his body. Harry's heart hit his ribs hard, he gritted his teeth, he gathered all his strength to resist the unprecedented pain, he didn't want to cry in front of Umbridge, no Hoping that his pain would make the other party more proud, his forehead was exposed, and his sweaty hands gripped the armrest of the chair tightly.

"It's really bad, don't you want to say it? I see how long you can bear it." Umbridge raised his wand again, "heart-cutting-"

Harry was desperate for life. He knew that if Umbridge kept casting spells, the victim would go crazy with pain and even die if he was tortured for too long. Neville's parents were tortured to madness by this curse, and they have been living in St Mungo's Hospital for so many years. Harry tried his best to contain himself, not wanting to show his fear, but the pain that was becoming more and more crushing made him unable to restrain himself, and the terrifying, prolonged scream resounded through the attic.

In these few seconds, Harry seemed to feel that several years had passed. In addition to the pain, he had begun to think about all kinds of things in his mind. He had even completely forgotten the existence of Alan and Umbridge, just screaming there. , But the only thing he didn't think about was surrender.

"Dolores." Alan's calm voice sounded. Umbridge stood still for a few seconds as if struck by lightning, and then suddenly turned around. She tried to pile up the usual false smile on her face, but now But found that he couldn't beat the emotion of fear, "Professor Harris... why are you in the principal's office?"

Allen was still sitting on the chair diagonally, his legs didn’t mean to be lowered. He pressed his fingers towards the video recorder and stopped recording, then patted the non-existent dust in his palm and pressed it with his right hand. The impression of perception on his left arm. "Dolores, it's a pity that, with the exception of the Auror, once the unforgivable spell cast by a wizard who has no permission is used on a person, he will be sentenced to life imprisonment in Azkaban."

Umbridge bit her lip. She noticed Alan's current posture and her empty hands. She suddenly raised her wand and pointed it at Alan with a grim look, "Avada gnaws a big melon!" The curse successfully hit Allen, and the triumphant expression on Umbridge's face was stagnant as soon as it was revealed. Her curse hit Allen without any response!

Although Harry hadn't recovered from the pain, he was shocked by the green light and looked at Allen, but he still couldn't speak yet, but to his surprise, Allen was hit by a death curse. Now it's just a little nosebleed...

"It's impossible! No one can defend against the Killing Curse...not to mention that you were clearly hit!" Umbridge was stunned with a magic wand. She had temporarily forgotten her original purpose of attacking Alan. Pay attention to this miracle in front of me.

"Ah... Dolores, you seem to be better than I thought, but in this principal's office, two of us have escaped from this curse..." Alan looked embarrassed. He took out his handkerchief and wiped his nose~www.NovelMTL.com~ I thought that with my long-term soul-absorbing behavior and some previous personal experiments, I had ensured that I would no longer be afraid of ordinary wizards' death curses, but I did not expect Umbridge. It was stronger than his original judgment, especially in the dark magic, he was slightly talented-this made the image he had deliberately maintained just now been broken.

The handkerchief stained with nosebleeds was cleaned up, Allen raised his eyes lightly and slowly held the wand. Umbridge was now hysterically using the weapon against Allen to prevent the opponent from attacking him, but, Although the opponent had no intention of defensively and was hit by all these red lights, he did not let his wand get rid of it at all.

In a moment, Umbridge’s 8-inch birch dragon heart wand suddenly flew out of her hand. The wand suspended in the air turned its direction. The tip of the wand was pointed at Umbridge and slammed into her neck. The tingling made Umbridge scream like a sow waiting to be slaughtered.

"I happened to learn a few unique spells in Germany during the summer vacation. The one now cast is similar in function to the weapon except you, although it is not very practical in battles where the strength is almost the same." Allen shrugged, Umbridge looked at him as if he was looking at a devil, "But for you who won't need a wand in the future, it's just right."

Umbridge's wand left her neck and flew to a height parallel to her eyes. Umbridge covered his neck and did not dare to move, looking at the rebellious wand with horror and inconceivability. A blue spark came out of her wand from the tip of the wand, and it burned little by little along the wand, making a crackling explosion. Umbridge watched as her wand turned to ashes.