[Zhongyingmei] What is your father?

Ashley thinks she's hallucinating.

She always felt that Damian was everywhere, and now as soon as she thought of Damian's name, her nerves began to tense.

However, the more this happened, the easier it was for her to think of him!At night, she hid under the blanket and complained: "I don't want to wear this anymore! I don't even dare to speak properly!"

"Just say what you say, don't worry about me." Damian suppressed a smile: "Just pretend that I don't exist."

"Then why were you laughing just now!" Ashley asked, "Is there anyone with such a sense of presence like you!"

"Then tell me, what she was talking about was the goodbye kiss with her boyfriend before school started, what do you think of me?" Damian couldn't hold back his smile, and Ashley could even imagine his slightly satisfied look: " What, you regret dodging at the station?"

"Nonsense!" Ashley thumped the bed: "You were the one who missed me first!"

"Okay, okay." Damian's voice was full of helplessness: "It's all because I miss you first, twice this morning, three times in the afternoon, and this time at night, all I think about you first."

That's about the same.Ashley was quite satisfied, she touched the bracelet: "Why did you want to be Robin?"

Why, of course it's because my dad is Batman!Damian felt a little proud in his heart.

"Batman must be a very serious person!" Ashley said enthusiastically, "Will he often teach you guys a lesson? Are you afraid of him?"

"I……"

"That's right!" Ashley suddenly excited: "I have a bat cape!"

"Why do you have this?" Damian was puzzled: "It's impossible for Batman's equipment to be left outside."

"You must not guess how the cloak came from~" Ashley shook her head, "I want to tell you a secret!" Her voice was softer, and she approached the bracelet: "I stole it~"

"Impossible!" Damian flatly denied: "Batman's intuition, it is impossible for you to steal the cloak without responding!"

"It depends on what he was doing at the time." Ashley smiled wretchedly: "At that time, he was talking to Catwoman, hehehehe~"

"..."

Damian couldn't speak for a long time. He inexplicably thought that one morning, Ah Fu sneaked out with a whole set of clothes, and he didn't give his father a good face all day the next day.He hesitated for a long time, then carefully asked: "Then, how much have you seen..."

"That's a lot!" Ashley didn't have the slightest hint of reserve, she was triumphant: "Batman is too much, he doesn't even wear a mask for doing that kind of thing." She recalled, sighed: "But the bat Xia's voice is so sexy, and you know what, his thigh muscles are super tight!"

Damian's whole body was in a bad mood, and it took him a long time to hold back a sentence: "...my thigh muscles are also very tight."

Since this conversation did not make Master Wayne happy, Ashley was still not allowed to take off the bracelet.

"Come on, you want to take it yourself." In Defense Against the Dark Arts class, Pansy pushed Harry to sit with Hermione, and she occupied Ashley: "I didn't expect you to fall in love with this With a crooked character, I thought you would be very strong!"

"Do you think you're much better than me!" Ashley shook the bracelet, "At least I'm not stuck with Harry every day like when you first fell in love."

"You want to be clingy." Pansy rolled her eyes, "Oh, Harry just finished his confinement with this old woman last week, and I haven't had a date with him for a whole week!"

"After all, people in the Ministry of Magic will never believe that Voldemort has returned." Ashley shook her head: "Harry is also really stupid, he actually argued with this naughty pink panther about Voldemort in front of the whole class, isn't it looking for confinement! "

"What's Pink Panther?" Pansy asked.

"This way!" Ashley tore off a page of the book, transformed it into a pink watercolor pen, and drew a slender leopard in a few strokes: "Look at Umbridge's whole body is pink, doesn't it look like that! "

Pan Xi took it over and looked at it: "This leopard is much slimmer than her!"

"That's right, look at her chest, it's almost falling to her stomach." Ashley pointed her mouth at the podium, and then hid behind the book with Pansy and secretly laughed.

The new Defense Against the Dark Arts professor - Ms. Umbridge loves pink. She is wearing a pink knit dress today. Zongzi.

"Okay, students." Umbridge clapped his hands: "Then turn the book to page 53, and everyone will start reading this chapter."

"Didn't I just read this chapter yesterday." Ashley whispered: "Why can't she read to us like Professor Binns, so I can sleep."

"Come on, I don't want to listen to this woman's voice reading at all." Pansy squeezed her throat: "The seven spells of the defensive spell..."

"Miss Stark!" Pansy was still imitating Umbridge when she was suddenly interrupted by the genuine sweet voice. She was so frightened that she buried her head behind the book and saw Umbridge squeezing with Ashley's textbook.

"Miss Stark, please stand up and explain what you wrote in your textbook." With a smile on her face, Umbridge knocked on Hermione's desk.

Ashley stood up neatly, she curled her lips, with "I don't want to talk to you" written all over her face.

"You question my qualifications and think that I am not worthy of being a black defense professor." Umbridge put away her smile, and her voice became normal: "Are you an education expert specially trained by the Ministry of Magic, Stark?" Miss?"

"Education experts are all liars." Ashley replied, "Not to mention that they were specially trained by the Ministry of Magic."

"Why have you stayed in Slytherin for so long and haven't been influenced by a little bit of aristocratic culture." Umbridge made a puzzled look: "It's a pity that Miss Parkinson is willing to be friends with you, but you don't like it at all." If you don’t learn her strengths, you must sensationalize.”

She turned around and glanced around the classroom: "The Theory of Magic Defense is carefully compiled by many senior and professional wizards, and it is suitable for young wizards like you to learn." Her voice was like singing : "Safety, defense is the most important thing."

She threw Ashley's textbook on the table and walked to the podium: "I really don't want to deduct points from Slytherin, but I'm sorry dear, s..."

Before he finished speaking, there was a burst of laughter from behind.She stopped in doubt and looked back at the students, but the laughter became louder unexpectedly.

Umbridge suddenly realized something, she stretched out her hand and pulled it behind her back, and a piece of white paper fell down, with a pink naughty panther drawn on it.

She took a deep breath, her whole chest heaved, and she seemed to be unable to suppress her anger, but after a while, her expression calmed down, and she took the painting and walked to Ashley's desk: "The painting is not bad. , Miss Stark."

Ashley lowered her head: "The wind blew just now, and I accidentally blew it." She looked very sincere: "The material of your clothes is not very good, and the fluff is dusty."

The sweet smile that Umbridge had been hanging on her face disappeared, and she knocked on Ashley's desk with her hand: "I remember that at the end of the fourth grade, all your grades were absent."

"The principal gave me special approval to go directly to the fifth grade!" Ashley took out a piece of paper from her bag: "I put the principal's personal statement in my bag every day!"

Umbridge took the statement without looking at it, and threw it into the sky, and the pieces of paper immediately turned into scraps of paper, scattered all over the ground.

"School rules require that anyone who misses a final exam should be held back for one year." Umbridge smiled smugly again: "Tonight at 7 o'clock in my office, all fourth-grade courses will be re-examined."

Like her people, Umbridge's office is full of pink elements.She asked Ashley to sit at a table, took out a quill and handed it to her: "In order to avoid cheating, this make-up exam must use the stationery I provided."

"It's just a make-up exam." Ashley was reluctant: "I won't cheat."

"This is a request, dear." Umbridge took Ashley's own quill and threw it into the trash can. She pointed to the clock on the table: "Time is running out."

She handed over a long, slender black quill with a particularly sharp tip, and said in a brisk tone of a little girl: "Let's start, baby~"

"You didn't give me ink." Ashley looked at the desktop, which was empty, except for a stack of test papers.

"Oh, you don't need ink," said Professor Umbridge, with a slight smile in his voice.

Fine.Ashley opened the test paper and scanned the questions. It was mainly theoretical knowledge, which was not difficult.She raised her pen to write the first letter, and suddenly felt a sharp pain in the back of her hand.

This letter appeared on the back of Ashley's right hand, with a blood mark, as if cut open by a knife.Ashley gasped, and at this moment, the wound disappeared again, leaving only a little red mark on the back of her hand, which looked like it had been lightly pinched.

Ashley turned her head and looked at Umbridge. She was staring at herself, and the corners of her lips curled into a smile, "What's wrong?"

Ashley turned her head and tried to write again. The back of her hand was cut open again, and it healed again a second later, but this time there was still pain on the back of her hand. She pressed the back of her hand, and a small Tingling.

"What do you mean." Ashley threw the pen away and looked at Umbridge: "I ask to use my quill back."

"Then I will judge that you have cheated." Umbridge's smile remained unchanged: "According to the school rules, if there is cheating, you will be expelled."

"School rules do not allow professors to punish students!" Ashley picked up the pen: "The principal will not allow you to punish students with such things!"

"What about the evidence?" Umbridge didn't care. "Stop talking nonsense. There is no such thing as corporal punishment without wounds. If you refuse to take the exam, please go back. I will propose to the board of directors that you be retained for a year."

Ashley glanced at the table, picked up the pen and walked out: "The evidence is this quill!"

She pulled the door, only to find that it had been locked. Umbridge waved his wand, and the quill gently floated back into her hand: "Miss Stark cheated on the exam and contradicted the professor. I will send it to you tomorrow morning." Notify the Ministry of Magic and the Board of Directors about this matter, and I believe you will be able to take the train back to the Muggle world tomorrow afternoon." She put away the paper on the table: "I wish you a safe journey."

Ashley took a deep breath, rolled up her sleeves, tied her loose long hair into a ponytail, and walked towards Umbridge, imitating her sweet and greasy tone, and asked as she walked: "Excuse me, beat me!" What about the professor?"