[HP] The Seven Deadly Sins

"Oh." Mary looked at the teaching staff with a blank expression, opened her mouth, and spit out another monosyllabic word, "Oh."

"I said, you don't have to do this, Mary?" Draco whispered to Mary, "Didn't you know that from the beginning? Graplan is just a substitute teacher."

"I thought she would take over the class for at least one school year. At least when Umbridge was still at Hogwarts, it was impossible to get Hagrid back." Mary fiddled with her sausage with a fork, "He doesn't know what kind of person Umbridge is, doesn't it mean that Dumbledore doesn't know either? Just wait and see, if Umbridge doesn't target Hagrid, I'll go and assassinate Voldemort."

"That's really... a pity." The corner of Draco's mouth twitched, "You still care about Hagrid, Mary."

"Come on, did you get Mortra juice in your brain? I care about Hagrid?" Mary glared at Draco, "Can't you hear me expressing my regret that the big fool has returned ?"

"So, why on earth are you so hostile to Hagrid?" Draco asked.

"Hmph, this is a feud." Mary and Tom looked at each other and frowned at the same time.

Well, maybe Mary and Hagrid are just incompatible, and Draco reluctantly gave up on easing the relationship between Mary and Hagrid No. 12 times.

result--

"I said we didn't dislike Hagrid's class. Do you have something wrong with your ears?"

Oh my God!Draco covered his face helplessly, why can't you behave like what Mary said in the morning at this time?

"I'm so sorry, Professor Umbridge!" Mary looked terrified, and she was about to shed tears. If she hadn't given the middle finger to Harry and Hermione, who were laughing behind them, this performance would have been impeccable. "You know, this kind of doll just learns to speak from others. Maybe I accidentally let it hear these insulting Slytherin etiquette from somewhere."

"Oh, I can understand, Miss Flamel. I think I know who taught your doll these words." Umbridge glanced in Harry's direction. "Really, you can be a very good My child, just need to pay attention to the usual interpersonal relationship, if you have any unspeakable secrets, please come to me."

"Of course, of course, Professor." Mary nodded flattered.

"Speaking of which, Miss Flamel, your dolls don't seem to be the same as those sold in the store?"

"Yes." Mary showed a slight smile, "I want to teach you that you are so knowledgeable, you must have heard of my grandpa."

"Ah, of course." It may be the first time Umbridge has been praised for his knowledge. He froze for a moment, and immediately straightened her chest. He also looked at Mary with kinder eyes, even though it only made everyone's stomach ache. The acid water in the water surged. "A marvelous master alchemist."

"Yes, he helped me make some changes to this doll, so it looks like a real child, doesn't it?" Mary imitated Umbridge's loving eyes and glanced at Tom, and said in a tone coaxing a three-year-old child : "Apologize to Professor Umbridge, Sigunis."

Tom felt goosebumps all over his body, and he rolled his eyes at Umbridge. "Feel sorry……"

Umbridge just opened her fat mouth.

"...Old Toad."

Umbridge's smile froze, and the Gryffindors' laughter frightened the birds away.

"Oh my God, I'm really, really sorry, Professor." Mary covered her mouth to hide her smile.

"I think your doll needs some new vocabulary, Miss Flamel." Umbridge scowled. "I wonder if you could let me borrow your doll for a few days? I think a week is enough."

"Of course, Professor." Mary nodded, "How could I refuse your request?"

"Thank you for your cooperation, Miss Flamel." Umbridge grabbed Tom, stuffed it into her little pink bag, and left in a hurry, not even telling Hagrid when he would hear from her teacher. survey results.

As soon as Umbridge turned around, Mary showed a scheming smile, and waved to Tom, who was staring at her displeased in his bag.

"It's so satisfying!" said Harry and Ron excitedly to Mary. "You taught Signes those words, didn't you?"

But Hermione looked a little worried. "Mary, don't you think you're going to make Umbridge hate Harry even more? She obviously thought it was Harry who said those words."

"Who cares? As if we hated each other less," said Harry.

"If she still dares to stay in solitary confinement, I guarantee she will receive a Christmas present that is not too big or too small." Mary said.

"But didn't you say not to mess with Umbridge?" Ron asked confused.

"What did I do? I didn't do anything." Mary showed a deeply insulted look, "I lent my doll to Professor Umbridge who is very interested in alchemy. What's the problem?"

"..." The three looked at Mary stupidly for a while.

"That's why I said, you were so stupid for confronting Umbridge earlier," Hermione said to Harry.

"Oh, come on, I won't regret it if I do it again," said Harry firmly.

December is fast approaching and fifth graders are going nuts.

"My God, Mary, Hermione." Ron looked at the two with tears in his eyes. "How can Harry Holder and I have two bullies in the whole school help us with our homework."

"You can also cover your ears and not listen." Mary glanced at him. "Harry, what are you going to do with your Christmas break?"

"I don't know, if there is no accident, it should be back to Sirius—"

"Wait a minute." Ron interrupted them suddenly, "In fact, my mother wrote to me a few days ago asking me to invite Harry to the Burrow. Of course Harry, you have other plans, such as you want to go to Mary At home—"

"Not likely, these are extraordinary times," said Mary. "It's a pity, Harry."

"Oh, yes."

Mary looked at Hermione who seemed hesitant to speak. "What's wrong, Hermione?"

"Mary, are you... are you on good terms with Draco now?"

"It's not bad, after all, we're all in Slytherin. You can't look up and look down." Mary's expression became elusive for a moment, but she often did so, "Is there any problem, Hermione?"

"Can you give him this," whispered Hermione, handing Mary a beautifully wrapped box, "I know I shouldn't be giving him anything, whether he's really disowning me or something Reason, but—" She looked at Mary almost pleadingly.

"I understand, Hermione." Mary took the box, "Don't worry, I will hand it over to him on Christmas Day."

In fact she did give it to Draco.

"I heard that in previous years you had a relationship with a," said Voldemort after a graceful pause, "a Muggle-born girl, Draco?"

"No, master, that's—" Draco stammered, at a loss for a moment, he thought Voldemort would not care too much about these things, but now it seems that Voldemort still pays attention to Malfoy, or who can't understand Malfoy Fu's Death Eaters gossip.

"Master." At this moment, Mary came in, bowed slightly to Voldemort, then turned to Draco, showed a mocking smile, and took out a package. "That Mudblood, Granger, asked me to hand it over to you. It's a persevering suitor. It's amazing, isn't it?"

"Throw it away, I'm not interested." Draco turned his head in disgust, unwilling to even glance at the box.

"Oh, why don't you open it and take a look? I'm interested in what she will give a Malfoy." That's what she said, but before everyone could react, Mary threw the box into it with a wave of her hand fireplace.

"..." So the matter about Draco and the Mudblood came to an end.

"Mary."

"What?" Mary was stunned for a moment, and immediately looked at the double-sided mirror in her hand, and the other side was naturally in Harry's hand, which was a Christmas gift she gave Harry this year, "I didn't expect you to use it so soon , tomorrow is Christmas."

"Then why did you give me the gift in advance?"

"Oh, this will ensure that the first gift you receive is from me." Mary replied confidently, but her ears turned red quietly at an angle that Harry couldn't see.In other words, she replied so quickly, wouldn't she appear too unreserved?That guy Harry won't be laughing in his heart again, will he?She didn't stare at the double-sided mirror in a daze!

"..." Tom looked at Mary who was thinking wildly, and shook his head helplessly.One of his Horcruxes is becoming more and more like a damsel in love, which is scary.

"Even if you didn't, I'd be the first to open your present." Harry forced a smile.

"What's wrong with you, Harry? Is something wrong? By the way, why did you and Ron go back early?" Mary frowned, and immediately saw that something was wrong with Harry.

Harry was silent for a moment, then smiled slightly. "You know what, Mary? I seem to think of you every time I'm particularly upset."

"My pleasure," Mary replied grimly. "So, what's the matter? Mr. Harry Potter with vacation syndrome?"

"That night..." Harry began to confide in Mary, about his uneasiness.

"Do you think Voldemort has possessed you?" Mary pondered for a moment. "I don't think it's possible. Doesn't Voldemort already have his own body?"

"But he can see a lot of things through me that his body can't see, can't he?" Harry's tone was a little excited, "In this case, I may have revealed the situation of the Order of the Phoenix to him! Merlin, I Shouldn't be talking to you..."

"Calm down, Harry."

"You tell me to calm down? Can you understand my feelings? You know? The moment I looked directly at Dumbledore, I felt like I wanted to kill him. I..." Harry began to growl uncontrollably, even though The other party is Mary.

"You mean, you can't help but want to kill someone?" Mary frowned. "This kind of situation does happen sometimes, and I also have people who want to kill."

"It's not hyperbole, Mary." Harry said dumbfounded.

"I understand." But Mary nodded with unusual certainty, "For no reason, but intensely terrifying, you just thought of Avada Kedavra—oh, by the way, you were a snake at the time, so you wanted to Bite Dumbledore?"

"You really understand?" Harry asked excitedly, on the verge of sticking his head in the mirror. "Why?"

"I don't know, maybe it's too much pressure." Mary put on a serious look, "Maybe you do have some connection with Voldemort, Harry, but I don't think you are possessed by him."

"Then what if I'm really possessed by him?"

"Well, I don't know, do you want me to break up with you quickly or something? I don't mind having a Voldemort boyfriend, if he is not so crazy, he is the kind of person I admire the most, powerful and handsome .”

Tom: "..."

"It's not funny at all, Mary, are you serious?"

"Of course, if you are possessed, I will seriously consider changing sides, just like Draco."

"Shall I tell you something, Mary?"

"what?"

"Voldemort is no longer Tom Riddle's passable look. He is now a noseless man with a smooth scalp."

Mary: "..."

Tom: "..."

"Now, Mary."

"Ok?"

"Can I ask who is that man you're trying to kill?"

"It's you, Harry."

"..."

"You're kidding, it's Hagrid."

"..."

"Haha, it's Umbridge."

"Sure enough." Harry showed a very understanding expression.