[Deha] World Starlight

Long time no see everyone (づ￣3￣)づ╭?～

I'm back (づ￣3￣)づ╭?～

Make Harry like this just because, uh, I thought about it (didn't)

☆、War without gunpowder III

In fact, of course, Harry would not just send himself to Umbridge in such a foolish way. He found an empty classroom nearby, took out his wand and cast several bewitching spells and cover-ups on his left hand. Magic, so that Umbridge would see what she wanted to see on the back of this hand.

Then he hid his wand in his sleeve, did his homework in this classroom for a while, and then returned to the door of the Defense Against the Dark Arts classroom before get out of class was over, waiting.

Draco was the first to open the door and walk out of the classroom after the bell rang.He didn't speak, his brows were furrowed tightly, his gray eyes were full of irritability, Harry looked into his eyes, and felt that he would be killed by Draco.

But before Draco could do anything, Umbridge walked out of the classroom, looking in a good mood: "Come with me, Mr. Potter."

Draco sneered, and the displeasure in Harry's eyes turned into cold sarcasm, but soon melted into worry.Harry was so distressed watching it, he wanted to give Draco a hug and kiss him here, and beg him not to worry about himself.

Although this was also part of his premeditated plan, it was just that this step came a little too soon.

Harry followed Umbridge down the corridor, up the fourth floor, and into Umbridge's girly room - lace, dried flowers, cushions, and cats with cats hanging all over the wall. small plates of pink office.

Harry fought back the urge to roll his eyes when Umbridge turned to look at him, who glanced at him with a smile, let out a little girl's laugh, and walked over to her desk .She took something out of the drawer, then took out her ridiculously short wand and tapped it.

"Because there is only this confinement and the time is very short, I am worried that you will not be able to remember the mistakes you made. I know that children have a lot of forgetfulness-so I used some small magic, Hopefully they will help you to strengthen your memory—you always grow by remembering your lessons, don't you?"

"Oh, that's right," Umbridge clicked again in the air, and the set of desks and chairs leaning against the corner immediately flew in front of Harry, "Mr. Longbottom is also in confinement since yesterday, so I don't need to prepare again. table."

Harry nodded perfunctorily.He sat down on the chair first, and then held the schoolbag to the front, pretending to be looking for a pen.His right hand looks like he is holding a schoolbag, but he is actually holding the wand in the sleeve under the cover of the schoolbag, adjusting the angle with his peripheral vision, and then casting spells on the parchment on the small table to ensure that they can be used to deceive Effect.

"Don't look for it, my dear, it's not your pen." Umbridge didn't notice anything, she said, and handed Harry a long, thin black quill with a particularly sharp tip. With one of my very unusual pens. Here."

Harry didn't think this pen was any different than before.

"I want you to write that I will never be disrespectful to the professor." Umbridge's face was fixed for a few seconds with an expectant smile because of this sentence.

Harry nodded, thinking that I've never been disrespectful to anyone who really deserves to be my professor, and as for you... "How many times?" he asked.

"Write until I say stop, okay?" Umbridge said with a smile. "Actually, we should have dinner first, but I've lost weight recently, and you're young, so this meal should be fine. We'll try to Finish it quickly, without delaying Mr. Longbottom's affairs. Well, let's get started."

"You didn't give me ink." Harry asked routinely so as not to arouse any suspicion.

"Oh, you don't need ink," said Professor Umbridge, with a faint smile in her voice, and she sat down at her desk to work on a batch of papers awaiting grading.

Harry dropped the tip of the quill on the paper, and wrote Draco's name in a beautiful and smooth cursive, which became "I will never be disrespectful to the professor" in the blink of an eye on the paper.Meanwhile, the back of Harry's hand was tingling so badly that he could feel the marks of the five letters as they appeared on the back of his hand, but all he could see was bright red "I shall never be disrespectful to the professor".The wound was deep, and although it healed quickly, it left obvious marks on the skin.

Harry thought he knew what Umbridge was talking about when he said "with a little magic," and as it happened, he used a little magic, too.

Although every pen was painful to write, Harry still felt that the time of confinement passed quickly.Nearly an hour here should have been a torment, but it did pass in a "swoosh".

"Come here." Harry felt Draco's name etched into his bones when Umbridge finally announced that it was all over.Wounds have been hard to heal for a long time.But now the magic is still in effect, and he doesn't know what his hand looks like.

But if you really keep writing "I can never be disrespectful to the professor" for an hour or so, it's really miserable.

Umbridge held Harry's hand, looked at it carefully for a while, and said with a smile: "It seems that you should remember this lesson. Well, I think you should be able to catch up with dinner now, oh, it's a bit dangerous, but Pretty much." She looked at her watch.

Umbridge didn't remember anything about what she'd said to end early, but it certainly didn't bother Neville (Harry didn't even meet him on the way out of the office).

Harry turned around without saying a word and walked to the desk to get his schoolbag. At this moment, Umbridge said to him, "Goodbye, Mr. Potter."

"...Goodbye! Professor Umbridge!" Harry made his voice sound menacing, and he tried to exaggerate his anger when he took his schoolbag, and his baggy sleeves deliberately knocked some parchment on the floor , Three or four sheets of paper were scattered, he picked up those papers impatiently, and from the corner of his eye ensured that the rest of the papers on the table were all white papers, then clutched them vigorously, and strode out of Umbridge's office.

It looked like a teenager who felt humiliated.

Umbridge smiled even wider behind his desk.

A lot of things happened in the first week of school, making this week feel like a semester.Maybe that's an exaggeration, it's like a never-ending history of magic class.

Not even the delicious Hogwarts dinner, including treacle tarts, could appease the crowds by Wednesday night!Whereas the Slytherins were very quiet at dinner, like a dragon suppressing its anger - sitting next to you squinting dangerously, breathing sparks from its nose - Draco sat as usual. Eating dinner there, his expression was clueless, but the seats around him were all vacant, one was because Harry was not there, and the others, Pansy Brace, Gore Crabbe and many others who usually huddled around him Girls in lower grades or with ulterior motives all hide away because of their biological instincts.

Compared to the past, it was an extremely quiet dinner for Slytherin. Draco's expression even indirectly speeded up the eating speed of the crowd, and he ate even faster. About 10 minutes after he sat down, he With everyone watching, he strode out of the auditorium with some food wrapped in kraft paper.

Brad and Pansy exchanged a look, silently speeding up their chewing.

When the two of them returned to the Slytherin lounge, they saw Draco sitting on the sofa flipping a book in a serious posture, with a piece of parchment spread out in front of him, as if he was planning to do his homework—the two of them looked at Draco. I planned to understand what they meant, so I didn't say anything, sat quietly and started to do my homework.

I really have to sigh that there are too many homework recently.

After that, the lounge changed from quiet to noisy, with people coming in and out talking and laughing, and Pansy and Blaise also played chess and chatted with others for a while.But Draco stayed there quietly, without saying a word, without making eye contact with anyone, either flipping through the book or writing with a quill, two or three sheepskins piled up in front of him after a few hours Paper.

But even though he'd been going about his business very quietly, the rest of the common room felt like a low-pressure area was hanging around him, and it was spreading - until Harry came back.

Harry came back after five o'clock, and there seemed to be nothing wrong except that his face was slightly pale, but no one had been locked up by Umbridge before, so he didn't know what was going on.

Harry's green eyes and Draco's gray eyes met for a moment, a second or less?Anyway, before Harry had time to see whether the other person's eyes were hiding mist or a storm, Draco turned his eyes away... Harry took a deep breath and walked towards them.

It is worth mentioning that the atmosphere of being busy with oneself in the common room has not changed because of Harry's return, and people are still talking about their own affairs in groups.

Because there was a lot of people in the common room at this time, after Harry came over and sat down, Blaise asked him without hesitation, "Why did that ugly monster ask you to do it?" Pansy also looked curious.

Draco closed the book on the table, and slowly rolled up the full parchment.

"Oh," Harry made a strange expression, "Write some sentences?" He said questioningly, although they didn't know why he asked, but they were still a little relieved.

"Here you are." Draco gave Harry a bag of food on the table expressionlessly, and Harry smiled and looked at his side face, only to see that it was full of awkwardness.

But what Harry said next made them dispel the slightly relieved feeling just now. He took the food handed over by Draco in one hand, and said briskly as he unwrapped it: "So, brothers, I I have gained valuable experience for you with my personal experience—that is, don’t let Umbridge imprison you easily, compared to her, Professor Snape’s place is simply heaven.”

"She made me write 'I can never be disrespectful to a professor' all night, special pen, my blood."

He raised his left hand.At this time, the magic hadn't expired yet, because of Harry's hint, they also saw the string of bright red writing on his hand, the skin was torn apart, but it was slowly healing at a speed visible to the naked eye.

"Merlin!"

Harry held the brown paper that wrapped the sandwich and the chicken leg in his right hand, took a bite of the sandwich, and watched the expressions of the three people around him change from surprise and shock to fury.Compared to Pansy and Blaise, who showed their expressions, Draco's reaction was the calmest.

Draco grabbed Harry by the wrist and pulled him all the way to him, so close together that the back of Harry's hand was right under his nose.

Although there was no expression on this guy's face, Harry knew that he was in a bad mood just by looking at his eyes.

Draco lowered his eyes and let go of Harry's hand after a while.He didn't speak, but he didn't mean anything else.Pansy exhaled cautiously, fearing that Draco might do something irrational on the spur of the moment—such as making a fuss in Umbridge's office.

Oh, though he's more likely to pick up a pen and write home.

The atmosphere suddenly became very silent, and the surrounding noise seemed to be far away.

As Draco let go of Harry's hand, Harry also looked down to study the hideous and ugly scars on the back of his left hand, while everyone looked at him and observed the expression on his face (but Harry He never raised his head, never looked at anyone), and looked at his left hand which kept clenching and opening... No one dared to make a sound.

Until Pansy, who was soft and sensitive inside, called Harry's name softly and persuaded him, "I think you need to go to the school infirmary. Those wounds look very...bad."

"It's okay," Harry laughed suddenly, startling them, "don't worry," he calmed the furious Draco with his eyes, "this is a chance, I reminded her to stay away from me... Now she is here to provoke me, if I don't pay back something, it will appear that I am too easy to bully."