[Comprehensive British and American] Guide for wizards to eat and wait to die

"Good evening, Mr. Potter, Miss Lyons"

Emma was almost blinded by Umbridge's fiery red printed robes as soon as she entered the office.

"Good evening, Professor Umbridge"

Emma answered her listlessly.

"Well, sit down," she said, pointing to a small lace-draped table.She had placed two straight chairs beside her, and on the table was a stack of blank parchments, apparently reserved for them.

"Professor Umbridge, before we begin, I, I want to ask you one thing"

Harry stammered.

"Well, I... I'm on the Gryffindor Quidditch team. I'm supposed to be trying out the new Keeper at five o'clock on Friday afternoon. I don't know if I can get out of detention that night. Besides, Find another night to make up..."

Just by looking at Umbridge's expression, Emma knew that Harry was out of the game, so Emma sighed.

"Oh, no, no, Mr. Potter," Umbridge said with false sympathy, "I don't want to do that either, but it's your punishment for spreading false lies. Punishment certainly can't satisfy the negligent It is convenient and can be adjusted at will. Therefore, tomorrow, the day after tomorrow, and Friday, you must come here at five o'clock in the afternoon and close the confinement as planned."

Harry gripped the bag tightly, and Emma could see the veins in his hand showing faintly.

"Harry"

Emma reminded him softly.

Only then did Harry throw his schoolbag on the chair angrily, and then sat down against the bag.

Emma was relieved, and she also pulled out the chair and sat beside him.

"That's right," said Umbridge coquettishly. "You're more in control of your emotions, aren't you? Now, you're going to write a few sentences for me, Mr. Potter. No, not with your quill, Seeing Harry bend over to open his bag, she added hastily, "You're going to use a very unusual pen of mine, here"

Emma watched as Harry took Umbridge's pen. This long, slender black quill with a particularly sharp tip gave her an ominous premonition.

"I want you to write: I must not lie," she said softly to him.

"How many times?" Harry asked.

"Oh, keep writing until the words are etched in your heart." Umbridge said coquettishly, "Start writing."

"Professor, what do you need me to do?"

"Oh~Miss Leon, I need to ask you a question first." Umbridge heard her words, and then turned to look at her.

"Okay, professor, you can ask." Emma tried her best to look like a good student.

"Did you say that sentence when we were in class that day because Mr. Potter deliberately induced you?"

"Huh? Professor Umbridge, I don't understand your question," Emma answered half-truthfully.

"You know what I'm asking, my dear, and you have to answer me carefully. Did you just say that out of friendship with Mr. Potter?"

"hiss----"

The sound of Harry gasping for breath caught Emma's attention, but what was more noticeable was the gash on the back of his hand.

"Professor Umbridge is injured!"

Although Harry was writing on parchment, the words that appeared on the parchment appeared to be written in bright red ink.At the same time, this line of writing appeared on the back of Harry's right hand, and was sunk deep into the flesh.Looking at the shocking wound, Emma couldn't help worrying for him.

"Oh? Really? Let me see" Umbridge asked Harry, "Mr Potter, hold out your hand"

Harry reluctantly stretched out his right hand, but in just a few seconds, his skin had already healed, and the place where the writing was just now was only slightly redder than before.

Emma was sure she wasn't hallucinating, which meant that Umbridge had given Harry a magic quill that would cut his skin but heal it quickly.So even Dumbledore couldn't say anything about such a punishment.ruthless!

"Do you have any questions, Mr. Potter?" Umbridge grinned, looking like a toad.

"No, Professor Umbridge." Harry silently took his hand back.

"Well, Miss Emma, ​​let's go back to the question just now, now you just need to answer my question. Yes or no?"

Emma knew clearly that if she disobeyed Umbridge now, she might end up just like Harry.But was she going to betray Harry just because of this little thing?But she has allergic skin after all, if she does this, it may cause very serious consequences.

"Miss Lyon? I don't think this is a particularly difficult question to answer."

"Um, yes professor, I did see Voldemort resurrected"

Under Umbridge's urging, the sense of justice in Emma's heart still defeated the thoughts of greed for life and fear of death.

"You!" Umbridge's face was flushed, but she quickly calmed down again, and she took out another quill from her pocket, "Then you too, write with Mr. Potter Sentence bar"

"Yes, Professor Umbridge"

Emma anxiously took the quill pen that Umbridge handed over.

"Emma, ​​actually you don't have to do this"

Harry gave her a worried look.

"It's nothing. After all, his resurrection is a fact, and I don't want to confuse my conscience. Besides, it will hurt a little at most, and it won't leave a scar anyway, so don't worry about me." Emma smiled at Harry, and then said righteously Start transcribing.

Because of her sensitive constitution, Emma's reaction was much greater than Harry's, and tears rolled in her eyes several times.But thinking of finishing what she had done with tears in her eyes, she gritted her teeth and persisted.

I don't know how long it took, but the back of her hand had started to swell anyway, before Emma heard Umbridge's voice.

"come over"

She immediately put down her pen as if she was on the verge of amnesty, and walked up to Umbridge.

"Give me your hand"

Emma and Harry stretched out their hands obediently.

"It seems that this time I didn't leave a deep impression on you." Umbridge's hand lightly brushed the back of Emma's hand, and she forcibly suppressed a wail.

"It's okay, we still have a lot of time to practice, you can go now"

The moment Emma walked out of the office, she finally couldn't hold back her tears.

Fuck tm Umbridge family!very painful! ! !

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With Umbridge's unremitting efforts, Emma's skin was finally unable to heal as fast as it was destroyed.A line of small characters temporarily stayed on the back of her hand,

"Can't you just give that pink spinster a run for her money?"

Tom's voice faintly appeared in her ears.

"I would like to, but after all, I expressed my attitude at the beginning, and now it is impossible to take back my words. And I still can't do such things as lying."

"People with absolute values ​​​​like you I thought were extinct"

"Then you are very knowledgeable, isn't there just one standing in front of you?"

"Oh, well, let's not talk about this. Someone sent you a letter today"

"Huh? Why didn't I see it today?"

"No, not by owl. He delivered the letter directly to your bedroom"

"That sounds scary, who sneaked into Hogwarts?"

"It's not that someone sneaked into Hogwarts, he used some magical tricks, anyway, trust me to get it in for you"

Emma looked at the desk, and there was a letter on the desk.The dripping wax on the seal is still fresh, and it looks like it should have been written not long ago.But the words "Emma Lyon personally" made her a little nervous.She opened the envelope, and the bronzing script on it looked extremely luxurious.

[Dear Miss Lyons,

On behalf of the great Dark Lord, I send you this greeting.

The Lord Dark Lord believes you have several things that belong to him, and he wants you to return them (whether you want to or not).

Of course, we are not willing to use coercive means unless it is necessary.But if you refuse, I can't guarantee that there will be no extremists. The great Dark Lord has no shortage of followers.

If you already understand the seriousness of this matter, please come to the Pig's Head Bar next Wednesday at 2:[-] pm with the Dark Lord's belongings.

Don't worry we won't recognize you, you just need someone to come.

Faithful servant of the Dark Lord,

Mr. Anonymous]

"This... Voldemort wanted you back just after he came back..."

"I know"

"How do you know everything?"

"Have you forgotten? I am a part of him, I can feel him, I understand what he thinks"

"Then quickly analyze it for me. If I send you back, will he kill me?"

"Why did he kill you?" Tom sounded surprised.

"Uh, I don't know." Emma didn't know why she was so worried, but the other party was the Dark Lord who killed people without blinking an eye after all.

"Killing you won't do him any good, I don't think he should"

"should?"

"I'm not sure what you're trying to say."

"...Then shall I go or not?"

"Since he dared to meet at the Pig's Head Bar, it means that he does not intend to kill you in full view. But if you don't go, they may think you are the enemy of the Dark Lord. I can't guarantee what will happen in the future "

"But do I really have to go alone like they say? Or should I bring someone..."

"Who else can you take?" Tom pointed out the question sharply, "Harry Potter, your friend and savior? Or Draco Malfoy, the son of Death Eaters? Or are you going to go directly to Dumbledore?" Oh , Principal, I have something to tell you, I hid the soul piece of the Dark Lord, and now he asked me to return it, why don't you take a look with me?'"

"This sounds good, Dumbledore will definitely forgive me, who hasn't made a mistake~"

"wow, if I remember correctly we signed a treaty, I promised not to hurt you, you promised to help me, remember?"

Emma was silent.

Indeed, she had been blinded by the small benefit of doing homework assignments and promised to help Tom.

"Okay, what help do you need?"

"I need you to send me back"