[Zhongyingmei] What is your father?

Office of Defense Against the Dark Arts.

Ashley squatted beside Umbridge, she waved her hand, a pink cushion flew over, she stretched out her hand to lift Umbridge's head up, touched the big bag on the back of her head, thought for a while, Put it under her head.

"What should I do now." Ashley muttered, and she looked back at the office door, which was still tightly locked.She smacked Umbridge's forehead loudly, but Umbridge remained motionless with his eyes closed.

Ashley scraped the greasy makeup on Umbridge’s body in disgust, stood up and looked at the office. The whole office was filled with pink and cat-patterned decorations. Ashley flipped Looking through her desk, a piece of paper fell out of a folder.

""Hogwarts Senior Inquisitor Education Order"?" Ashley flipped through the paper and read: "Disband all student organizations, associations, teams and clubs. Hereby define, organizations, associations, teams and clubs refer to three Regular meetings of more than [-] students. Reorganization may be requested from the Senior Inquiry Officer (Professor Umbridge). No student organisations, associations, teams and clubs shall exist without the approval of the Senior Inquisitor. Formation or participation in any organization, association, team or club with approval shall be immediately expelled."

"What the hell is this!" Ashley looked at the official document that had been stamped with the seal of the Ministry of Magic, and shook the paper in her hand: "Teams with more than three people are going to be disbanded? The students who go to the classroom together in a row in the hallway More than three people!"

She thought about it, and cast a spell to erase the handwriting, trying to delete the prohibition on it, but for some reason, she cast three spells in succession, without even erasing a single punctuation mark.

"It's useless for you." A voice came from behind her: "Any modification magic is useless for documents stamped with the Ministry of Magic's seal."

"Can you stop appearing out of nowhere!" Ashley was startled by the voice, shook her hand, and directly tore a big hole in the document: "Especially don't stand behind me and talk! There is an old saying that no Don't be afraid of ghosts knocking on the door if you do something wrong, don't you ghost see that I am doing something wrong!"

The torn ban was automatically restored to its original state at once. Ashley put the paper back into the folder. Woody glanced at the office and said with disgust: "Bad taste."

"Is it hot eyes?" Ashley wanted to open the drawer to see if there was a key or something, but the drawers were all locked, and she couldn't do anything: "Hey, besides the opening of the Alahoo hole, what other spells are there?" Can it be unlocked?"

"Yes, the Blasting Curse." Woody floated to Umbridge's side, with a look of relief: "Oh, you killed her?"

"Don't talk nonsense!" Ashley sighed: "I was just going to hit her, but before I could make a move, she took a step back, tripped over a chair, hit her head on the table, and passed out."

Woody sneered: "She is an adult wizard anyway, if everyone in the Ministry of Magic is like this, without Voldemort taking action, it will collapse by itself, okay?"

"Well, I actually rushed over and kicked her while she was casting a defensive spell to avoid the electric shock I sent." Ashley almost rolled her eyes to the sky: "I really didn't expect the wizard's next move." The disk is so unstable, even I can kick her over! Do you wizards stand still when you fight? Just stand there and swish and cast spells?"

"What are you wizards? You are also one of the wizards." Woody carefully corrected Ashley: "For a powerful wizard, the level of magic spells and the flexibility of the body are indispensable." He looked down and closed his eyes tightly. Two-Eyed Umbridge: "She's just a piece of shit raised by the Ministry of Magic, what can you expect from her?"

"But this trash has fainted now." Ashley squatted back and looked up at Woddy: "When she wakes up, the press conference of Hogwarts students attacking the professor will be the headline."

"Then you kill her." Woody said indifferently: "I have a good way to dispose of the corpse, so that no one will know where this waste goes."

Ashley shook her head: "Since you exposed your identity as a Death Eater, you have become more and more ferocious."

"She's not just a professor, she's also an official of the Ministry of Magic." Woddy nodded at Umbridge, "Not only will you be expelled from school, but you will also be brought to the Magic Court for trial. Assaulting an official and attacking a professor are two different things."

"Ahhh!" Ashley said with a look of despair, "Then what should I do!"

"Call your good professor to figure out a way." Woody said with a look on his face. "You see, in order to protect him, you would rather bring me, a dangerous person, with you. He must give something in return."

"If I could get in touch with the professor, who would ask you?" Ashley muttered, "As soon as I leave the magic world, I will throw you into the sea."

"Modify her memory!" Woody shook his head: "You must follow my instructions step by step, your magic power is not enough, it is easy to turn her into an idiot... What are you doing!"

Ashley looked innocent, and she just gave Umbridge another fainting blow: "She, she just opened her eyes..."

Woody rubbed his forehead: "To modify the memory, you must look at the other person's eyes..."

"Oh!" Ashley nodded wildly. She took out two candies from her pocket, turned them into two clips, clamped Umbridge's eyelids, and asked sincerely, "Is this okay?"

Woody sighed heavily: "You'd better find a way to call Snape over, he knows what to do."

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Harry was in solitary confinement in the potions office, and he could see the hideous face of the old bat as soon as he looked up.

Snape didn't even need to raise his head to know that little Potter was staring at him with resentment. He said while grading homework, "If you can't finish processing these materials during the three days of confinement, then the confinement period will last indefinitely."

"Why!" Harry wanted to jump up and fight the old bat: "I still want to train Quidditch!"

Snape sneered and didn't bother to answer him.

Harry kicked the vat full of slugs as if venting his anger, and Snape didn't look up: "5 points deducted from Gryffindor."

"You!" Harry snorted, pointing at Snape.

Just when the tense atmosphere was on the verge of breaking out, a silver mass suddenly appeared in the middle of the office. Harry was dumbfounded as he watched a silver animal waving its pincers crawl towards Snape, and two large pincers clamped his The corner of the robe, Ashley's voice came out of his mouth: "Defense Against the Dark Arts Office! Help!"

Snape went out with a dark face, and 10 minutes later, he returned to the office holding Ashley by the neck.

Harry dropped the vat and ran to Ashley: "What's wrong with you? What did Umbridge do to you? It turns out that you have learned to summon the gods to protect you! But what is your Patronus? I may not have Look clearly, why do I think it's a lobster?"

Ashley covered her face in annoyance, if she hadn't been forced to do so this time, she would never have exposed her shameful patron saint.

"It's amazing, Miss Stark." Snape was almost mad: "I'm your dean! Not your nanny! Can you think about the consequences before doing things in the future!"

Ashley stood with her head down, she looked pitiful.

"Count!" Woody hated iron and steel: "He is just a Death Eater. You already know the spells that restrict them, so why are you afraid of what he will do!"

"But Miss Stark never considers other people's feelings." Snape patted the armrest of the seat hard, obviously very angry: "That's right, you are the eldest lady after all, and I'm just a poor Professor, you dare to blow up Hogwarts, let alone order me around!"

"That's not the case!" Ashley quickly brought the teacup to Snape's hand: "I trust you!"

"I shouldn't have counted on your self-awareness long ago!" Snape slammed his teacup on the table, and the water splashed out. How is it different from a troll in doing things!"

Woody watched Ashley being scolded with lowered eyebrows in amazement, and sighed: "I don't think there are people in this world who can make you fight back and scold you?"

Harry couldn't stand it anymore, he bravely stood in front of Ashley: "Your words are too much!"

"Heroes to save the beauty?" Snape laughed angrily, "Mr. Potter, you haven't finished dealing with the slugs yet, and you're running to your poor professor to show off your prestige?"

Ashley patted the back of Harry's hand and motioned him to go aside, so as not to block himself from being scolded, but she obviously didn't use much force, but Harry let out a soft cry.

"What's wrong with your hand?" Ashley held Harry down, and grabbed his hand out regardless of his dodge: "Why is the back of your hand so red and swollen!"

Snape narrowed his eyes and looked at the back of Harry's hand, his frown deepening.

"No...it's okay..." Harry evasively said, "I accidentally got hit during Quidditch training."

"Is it Umbridge's pen?" Ashley widened her eyes: "No wonder Pansy said that your confinement is easy this time, and you are only punished for writing. Did she use that quill to make you write? !"

"She asked you to write it too?" Harry suddenly felt that he had found an ally. He almost forgot that the nasty Snape was still standing beside him, and said like pouring beans: "She asked me to write hundreds of times a day." 'I can't lie'! My wounds are inflamed! And you, how are you!"

Ashley twitched the corners of her mouth, she patted Harry on the shoulder, and looked at him sadly: "She asked you to write, so you just write, are you stupid?"

"I..." Harry's face flushed red all of a sudden, he stammered, "I just..."

"What quill?" Snape stood up and grabbed Harry's hand. Harry looked humiliated and tried to lick his hand.

"Umbridge's method of corporal punishment on students! She has a quill pen, and every time she writes with this pen, she cuts a knife on the back of her hand!" Ashley took the opportunity to complain frantically: "She still asked me to write! You Look, Professor! My hands are broken!"

Snape lowered his eyes and took a look at Ashley's claws that were almost under his nose. Her hands looked white and tender, and they were said to be wounded, without even a red mark.He slapped Ashley's paw off, walked to the medicine cabinet, took out a bottle of medicine and threw it on Harry's head: "Go back to the dormitory!"