[Comprehensive British and American] Einstein's male god

Chapter [-] Vicious Confinement

In the last 15 minutes of the class, Umbridge listed the courses that will be taught next. There are three major categories, but none of them are directly related to Defense Against the Dark Arts, and Umbridge insists that they do not need to learn any dark arts. Defense against magic, because it will not be attacked at all in school, so there will be no practical classes, only theoretical classes.

But this is completely unreasonable. First of all, this is a Defense Against the Dark Arts class. As the name suggests, it is to learn the spells of defense against the dark arts.Second, it has something to do with whether you will be attacked at school, but in the future, if you encounter a dark wizard, you don't know anything about Defense Against the Dark Arts at that time, and you will only end up dead.

But these Umbridges didn't understand, and they deducted [-] points from their college because of contradicting the professor.

"That Umbridge doesn't even know what Defense Against the Dark Arts is!" Jacob said angrily during lunch, and took a big bite off of the meat, chewing angrily.

"I'll have my dad send a letter to the Ministry of Magic to complain when I go back." Betty was also angry, so angry that she lost her appetite.

"The most pitiful thing is Winnie. To tell the truth, Umbridge called it a blatant provocation." Justin looked at Winnie who was eating fish with a calm face.

At that time, Umbridge randomly selected a student to ask a question, and he just chose Winnie, asking her what she thought or felt about this Defense Against the Dark Arts class.

At that time, Winnie replied that it didn't feel like doing Defense Against the Dark Arts at all.

Umbridge was so angry that his face was contorted, and he was directly confined for a week.

"However, I really didn't expect Winnie to dare to say that." Although Jacob said this, his tone was full of appreciation, as if he was saying, well done.

"But I can't imagine what method Umbridge will use to deal with Winnie." Betty said with a little worry, "I don't think Umbridge is a kind person, and he will definitely use his status as a professor to secretly punish students. "

In fact, Betty's concern was correct, because Umbridge did secretly use means to teach those she could not understand.

Winnie came to Umbridge's vocational classroom after class, and was terrified by the scene inside as soon as she opened the door.

There were lace throws and tablecloths over everything, and there were decorative plates hanging on the walls, each with a different cat painted on it, with a big bow around its neck.

This kind of arrangement doesn't look like a classroom of a Defense Against the Dark Arts professor at all.

Umbridge was sitting in front of the table at this time, with dense parchments in front of him.

Taking a quick glance, Winnie saw the names of different professors appearing on the parchment, some ticks and crosses.

Sensing Winnie's gaze, Umbridge waved his wand and folded things on the table.

"Miss Einstein." Umbridge folded his fingers and placed them on the table. He pointed to a small lace table beside him and a chair of a similar style. "Sit down."

Winnie walked over and sat down.

"I've prepared it for you. In front of you, there is a stack of parchment and a pen." Umbridge raised the corners of his mouth, giving off a vicious feeling for some reason.

Winnie picked up the slender black quill with a particularly sharp point.

"This is a pen I prepared especially for you, and you can only use it to write." Umbridge walked up to Winnie, slightly bent his eyes, and said maliciously, "I want you to write, and I won't write in the future." would openly provoke the professor."

Winnie looked up at Umbridge and asked calmly, "How many times do I have to write?"

"Until all the parchment is filled." As soon as Umbridge finished speaking, he returned to his desk, sat down again, picked up the parchment that was put aside, and continued his endless work.

Looking at the black quill, seeing that Umbridge hadn't prepared ink for her, and was about to ask, Umbridge suddenly said, "This pen doesn't need ink."

Don't need ink?

A moment of doubt flashed in Winnie's heart, but she didn't pursue it any further. She lowered her head, and the tip of her pen fell on the parchment, writing that I would not openly provoke the professor in the future.

Just writing this, the back of her right hand hurt so much that she almost threw the pen out, and the sentence on the parchment was bright red, and at the same time, the line of words appeared on the back of her hand, It seemed to be pierced deeply, but after a while, the words carved with a knife disappeared again, and the skin healed again.

"Is there a question?" Seeing Winnie stop suddenly, Umbridge asked leisurely, with a smug smile on his lips.

Winnie didn't speak, and wrote again, and found that the result was still the same. She raised her head, looked at Umbridge who was watching her, and said slowly: "Professor Umbridge, I'm not used to using your pen. I want to get my pen back."

"No, you can only use the pen I gave you." Umbridge refused straight away, and said confidently, "I am responsible for your confinement, and I have the right to ask you to do whatever you want."

"But within reason, it's normal for you to ask me to punish you for copying, but it's unreasonable not to use my own pen." Winnie looked directly at Umbridge, her tone clearly unclear. Any joy or anger, but there is an indescribable aura.

Umbridge frowned, still insisting on his own opinion, "There is nothing unreasonable, as a student, you should obey the words of your elders."

"Then I'm afraid I can't write anymore, because I feel uncomfortable with this pen." Winnie did not show weakness because of this. If she guessed correctly, the reason why this black quill pen does not need to use ink is because it uses It's her blood.

"Winnie Einstein, don't think that you can be so unscrupulous because you are the first in the grade. If you are like this, I can let you drop out of school directly." Umbridge was so angry that he slapped the table and jumped up. , at this time it is even more ferocious and terrifying.

"The matter of withdrawing from school needs to be decided by the principal, and it needs to be approved by other professors and the board of directors. Second, the Ministry of Magic stipulates that every wizard who is underage has the right to attend a magic school, unless it is a huge mistake or the family insists, otherwise the school I have no right to expel students." Winnie said without haste, "However, as a witch, harming a minor wizard is not only expelled, but may also be sanctioned by the Ministry of Magic and the entire magical world." criticism."

Umbridge was taken aback. She didn't expect the girl in front of her to know so much, even the laws of the Ministry of Magic. She panicked for a moment, and secretly thought that this girl was not easy to deal with.

"Now, can I use my own pen, Professor Umbridge?" Winnie asked very calmly, ignoring Umbridge's face which was red, blue and white at the moment.

Umbridge forced a smile, gritted his teeth and said, "As you wish!"

"Thank you." Winnie took out a magic pen with ink from her body, without saying anything, lowered her head, and copied quietly.

Umbridge took a deep breath, and resentfully wrote Flitwick on the parchment. As the dean, he didn't teach students what it means to respect teachers.

Overall performance: Poor!

Time went by little by little, night fell gradually, and it was time for dinner. Winnie didn't know how much parchment Umbridge added to her. Whenever she was about to finish writing, Umbridge gave her A pack of new ones, with a malicious grin on his face, as if to say: Look, I'm a professor, you're a student, I can punish you for as long as I want.

In this regard, Winnie accepted it all, without any sign of weakness or impatience on her face, and continued to punish her calmly, which made Umbridge feel very obtrusive, and had the urge to tear the girl's face. A calm face.

Just as Umbridge was about to add another stack of papers, there was a sudden knock on the door.

Umbridge paused for a moment before saying, "Come in."

It was Draco who came, his pale face was full of indifference, his gray eyes looked at Umbridge like a poisonous snake, Umbridge was so frightened that he couldn't speak for a while, but soon, Draco was like this His eyes disappeared again.

"Winnie Einstein, come with me." Draco didn't waste much time, he just said this, his tone was very arrogant, and he didn't put Umbridge in his eyes at all.

"Wait!" Umbridge said displeasedly, standing up from his chair, "She's in confinement, little Mr. Malfoy, where's your manners?"

Draco sneered, his attitude seemed to look down on Umbridge: "Professor Snape asked me to find Einstein."

"Snape?" Umwitch frowned slightly.

Draco didn't speak to Umbridge again, but looked at Winnie, "Come out."

Winnie looked at Umbridge, tidied things up, and then put the things she had written on her desk, "I'll leave first, goodbye, Professor Umbridge."

"Wait!" Umbridge said anxiously, but it was too late, the door had already been closed, and Winnie and Draco had already left.

Umbridge was so angry that he threw everything on the table to the floor and screamed uncontrollably.

After leaving Umbridge's room, Winnie found that the direction Draco took her was not the direction leading to the snake cellar, so she asked suspiciously, "Aren't we going to see Professor Snape?"

Draco didn't speak, and walked in the front without saying a word, avoiding crowded places, and came to an abandoned classroom.

As soon as he walked in, Draco threw several spells in a row, then turned around, grabbed Winnie's right hand, and said with depression: "What did she do to you?"

"Ok?"

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