[hp] warm as jade

Although the previous impression of the woman named Umbridge was extremely bad, according to the discussions of other colleges, this teacher is not very likable.But when Rong Jiu actually sat in the class, she realized...she really likes this teaching method!

She was still wearing the fuzzy pink cardigan and the black velvet bow.This kind of girly outfit would look very cute and cute on any girl in Slytherin except for Millicent, but on this fat and round girl who looks more than 50 years old A woman's body... is very hot.

Therefore, every stage of the years has its beauty. For example, Dean McGonagall of Gryffindor is estimated to be on the same level as Dumbledore, but his body-elegant bun, well-fitting dark color Standing collar gown, even the most vicious mouth can't say a word about her.With such an elegant and serious beauty that has been accumulated over time, she stands gracefully beside the podium, which is unmatched by the girls in the audience.

But if you force yourself into the characteristics of other age groups, you will get evaluations such as old-fashioned and serious or hot eyes.

"Students, good afternoon!" She said in a girlish voice.

"Good afternoon, Professor Umbridge." Obviously, everyone had inquired about her class from those who had already attended her class, so the answer was very neat at this time.

"Well, well, very well. You are really lovely children, aren't you?" She laughed coquettishly, "Slytherin children are never cuter than other houses, it seems we will get along Very pleasant. Now, please put away your wands and get out your quills."

But no one moved at all—because no one took out their wands in the unrealistic fantasy, and quills, ink, parchment, and school books were already arranged before them.

The smile on Umbridge's face deepened.

Next, as they have known, she proposed the course objectives of pure theoretical study, and then ordered everyone to open the book and read Chapter 1, the basic principle of entry.

But very few actually read it.In front of Rong Jiu and Pan Xi, Daphne took out the mirror and carefully adjusted her makeup under the cover of the book; Lila secretly played with a small toy bought in a joke store.Draco and Blaise were in the back, snickering from time to time, obviously engaged in something unrelated to the classroom.Pan Xi supported her head and began to catch up on sleep - last night she did her homework until late at night, while Rong Jiu was picking out the key points, trying to piece together a paper that can be read, while letting her thoughts wander around freely.

At present, in addition to her heavy studies, she still has two tasks to complete.First: Contact Florin.Second: Under the condition of ensuring Harry's safety, trick him out of school and get the prophecy ball.

The first one is okay, she plans to have a chat with Lin on the weekend, after all, she is still a Death Eater in name...

She subconsciously put her hand on her arm.There, there is a logo of a skull with a snake spitting out, which is ugly and abrupt.

As for the second one, at present, she has no clue.

The last words of the Dark Lord made it very clear that his expectation of her was not just as simple as getting a prophecy ball.Otherwise, she could tell Harry about it directly. With Harry's character, he would definitely follow her out of the school without saying a word, but it was not certain whether he would just hand her the prophecy ball.

And...she couldn't complete this task so easily, the more troublesome the process, the better.

She still knew that if the Dark Lord found out that his position with Harry was not as light as Uncle Lucius and Professor Snape had shown him, she would be in immediate danger.

How would the Dark Lord use her?

She would definitely not die easily, and most likely, the Dark Lord would torture her all the time, trying to find a way to convey this to Harry, and then, in front of him, kill her.

But what if she can't complete the task?Perhaps... her fate will be even more tragic.

She began to tremble slightly.

She knew from the very beginning how dangerous this road was, but death was suddenly so clearly placed before her, and she was still afraid.

If there is no stubble of treasures...

Wait, maybe she has a direction.

Rong Jiu was suddenly refreshed.She can completely learn from the idea of ​​the Dark Lord. I can't start from you, but I can start from the people around you.Like... Hermione Granger.

She might talk to Hermione about it, discreetly revealing something about the Prophecy Sphere.With their tossing energy, maybe I will toss out of the school, and then ask the Dark Lord for support, and arrange a few people to wait there, wouldn't it be good to get the prophecy ball?

As for their safety... the Dark Lord probably wouldn't go there himself, after all, if he could go, it would be good if he went to get it himself.If the Dark Lord wasn't going there, Harry should be safe.

No, what if those people took Harry away?

Then when looking for Hermione, maybe we should remind her?

Although this idea is very rough and needs a lot of refinement, but suddenly there is a direction, and it seems to be feasible, which makes Rong Jiu a lot of energy, and the writing is much smoother now, a simple one Chapter "Getting Started Fundamentals" she pulled almost eight inches long and seemed to be able to pull another eight inches.

"Well, Miss, what are you doing?" Just as she was writing furiously, a sweet voice sounded in front of her.

Rong Jiu raised her head: "To sum up the key points, Professor Umbridge."

She didn't say that it was because she knew about the homework this time in advance, so she took the opportunity to write it.

"Oh? Show me, please?" She smiled what she thought was sweet and gentle, and goosebumps appeared all over Rong Jiu's body.

"Of course, Professor Umbridge." She smirked and handed her her writing.

Umbridge took the parchment and scanned it quickly, his smile deepening.

"What's your name?"

"Casiopeia Malfoy, Professor Umbridge." Rong Jiu replied.In fact, since she joined the Malfoy family, Uncle Lucius has used some means to change all the names on her school registration.However, she also felt that it was strange to pronounce the name upside down, so she did not raise any objections.

"It turned out to be a girl from the Malfoy family." Umbridge said sweetly, "It's as cute and lovable as Lucius said. I think we will get along very well, don't we?"

"Yes, Professor Umbridge." Rong Jiu tried hard not to tremble in front of her, that sweet and greasy voice seemed to be strung with flavored cream in the refrigerator, cold and greasy, making people sick to the stomach .

"Slytheringa is very -- I hope you will still be so satisfying when I need you to do a little favor in the future." Umbridge stroked Rong Jiu's hand with her stubby fingers, and grasped it. In his hand, he clapped it twice again, as if to show her importance.Rong Jiu tried hard to force a smile on his face, which seemed to make Umbridge very satisfied.She turned around and walked back to the podium, "Today's homework, an eight-inch essay describing your thoughts on what you read in class today. Of course, Miss Malfoy has already finished, so you don't have any homework."

When Umbridge walked out of the classroom, Rong Jiu's face turned pale.

"I'm a little nauseous." She touched her stomach uncomfortably, "It feels like I just ate a big piece of spoiled sweet cream."

"It's not bad though, you've scored another ten for Slytherin," Pansy reassured.

But it didn't make her feel better.For the next two spell classes, she was pale. She still had no appetite until dinner at night. She simply drank two sips of hot water and couldn't eat anything.

"Are you okay?" Pansy looked at her worriedly, "Doesn't it look like you're simply disgusted?"

Draco said lazily: "It's probably disgusting. Believe me, a good confinement can make her return to normal."

"It's not so exaggerated." Theodore also approached with concern, "I admit that her voice is indeed disgusting, but it doesn't make you sick like this, Cassie?"

"I also want to know," Rong Jiu said sullenly, "what's wrong?"

This state lasted until the evening when she went to confinement. When she shuffled to Professor Snape's office, she finally felt better amidst the smell of potions and the dancing candlelight.

"Good evening, Professor," she greeted weakly.

"What's the matter with you?" Snape frowned, keenly noticing her different state from usual.

Rong Jiu rubbed her stomach: "I don't know, it's been like this since the Defense Against the Dark Arts class."

Snape's frown deepened.He came around from behind the desk, stopped in front of her, bent down, and observed carefully.Not only was her face pale, but fine beads of sweat could be seen in her hair.

"What happened?" he asked.

Rong Jiu thought for a while, then said uncertainly: "Maybe it's because... you were disgusted?"

Snape paused visibly, as if hesitating whether to slap her back to normal.

"Hmm...it was during class that Professor Umbridge suddenly pulled me to say something very intimately..." Rong Jiu curled her lips, recalling that scene, she trembled involuntarily, "Maybe it's true. Are you disgusted?"

"Give me your hand." Snape's face turned serious.He took Rong Jiu's hand, looked at it carefully for a moment, then pulled out his wand and pressed it on Rong Jiu's arm.

The tip of the wand gradually glowed white, and as an indescribable nausea hit, Rong Jiu couldn't help turning around and retching.And at this moment, a wisp of black smoke rose from her arm, and gradually dissipated in the air.

Snape patted her lightly and handed her a glass of warm water, but his face had a gloomy expression that didn't match his actions.

"It's a spell." He had a dark face. "It was invented by the Dark Lord before, and she is forcing out your true emotions. You didn't lose your composure on the spot, did you?"

"No, I smiled at her." Rong Jiu took a sip of the water, "But it seems that the discomfort started at that time."

"The Dark Lord wasn't so violent in the early years." Snape sat down beside her, and explained softly, "This spell can amplify your inner emotions, but obviously, you are resisting it, so the uncomfortable feeling is attached to it." is also magnified."

"She...wants to know if the Slytherins really accept her?" Rong Jiu suddenly reacted, "She wants to control Hogwarts through Slytherin?"

"Start with Slytherins," Snape corrected. "Students are always the best to influence students."

"It seems that her three views will be closer to the Dark Lord." Rong Jiu commented, "Is she a Death Eater?"

"Once, almost," Snape said, "meaning, her behavior would be closer to that of a Death Eater."

After a pause, as if thinking of something, Snape's face became gloomy again: "I'm glad you didn't let your emotions dominate your reason like Potter did."

"What happened to Harry?" Rong Jiu asked curiously.It's only the next day, what did Harry do again?

"He won himself a week's confinement with Umbridge," Snape pursed his lips, his tone could not conceal the sarcasm, "Obviously, he can't bear a little bit of grievance, in the absolute gap Your Majesty still has to resist the power, worthy of Gryffindor, the courage is commendable."

"Uh, wronged?" Rong Jiu's eyes widened, "She was also molested by that Umbridge?"

Snape raised an eyebrow: "Indecent?"

"That's right, she touched my paw, isn't that called indecent?" Rong Jiu said with a straight face, "How can a girl's hand be touched by others casually? Even if she is a woman!"

"You can't tell from your usual behavior that you have such a strong self-concept." Snape lowered his eyes, looked at his sleeves, and thought of the wrinkled sleeves of his previous clothes, he couldn't help curling his lips .

"The target is different." After Rong Jiu recovered, the dead cells became active again, "If it is a professor, everything is easy to talk about. Look, if you want to touch my hand just now, I will give it to you."

Snape took a deep breath: "You seem to have no problem, now, start your confinement content—!"

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