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NEWTs, the ultimate wizarding level qualifications, seventh year Hogwarts students face more daunting homework than they did two years ago at OWLs.This is the last hurdle for the little wizards in the magic school. Whether it is the students or the professors, everyone is tense...or most of the seventh graders are still studying nervously.

"I came up with a new combination of spells and my wolf form, I'm going to beat you to the ground tonight!" Camille swung the backpack on his back, and picked up Sylvia's bag next to him. Schoolbag, I swear.

"Yeah yeah, you said that last time, and then? My teeth are still in place, aren't they? I think your 'tooth-finding plan' is still waiting for you to find a way to understand me. Besides, brute force alone can’t break it~” Sylvia walked ahead holding two textbooks for the next class, and at the end she turned her head and winked at Camille provocatively.

After the Transfiguration class, the other seventh graders who also chose the Transfiguration Advanced Class could only watch Sylvia and Camille, two influential figures, quickly leave the classroom while talking and laughing with high expressions—they I haven't even recovered from the highly difficult content of Transfiguration taught by Professor McGonagall just now!

Leading the rest of the seventh-grade students, Sylvia and Camille were discussing Camille's so-called new combination. In a blink of an eye, they came to the foyer, ready to bend into the auditorium for dinner, but they were stopped by a call from the corner of the foyer up.

"Camille! Sylvia! Hey! Here, here!" It turned out to be the Weasley twins, with two identical faces nestled in a dark corner of the hall, whispering to Sylvia and Camille.

Glancing at Camille, seeing that she didn't seem to understand what was going on, Sylvia shrugged and walked over.

"What's the matter? What are you doing in such a dark corner?" Camille asked directly.

"Oh! That's it..." One of the twins said, grabbed a handful of colorfully packaged candies from the pocket of the wizard's robe, and stuffed them all into Camille's hands. sugar."

Camille rolled her eyes, "You haven't been scolded enough by Granger last night, didn't she threaten you to tell Weasley *blocked keyword*?"

The twins trembled as if they had heard some scary news, but immediately stiffened their necks and raised their heads. Although they seemed to want to express that they were not afraid, their guilty tone betrayed them, "We candies are all our own. Tried it, and lo and behold...we're alright!"

"Yes! And I asked Sylvia about the recipe first!" - This sentence is very confident.

Camille looked suspiciously at Sylvia who was opening one of the suspicious candies, "Is there still time to help them get these ghost things? ...Hey! Why did you just eat it!!"

Without any warning, Sylvia stuffed one of the 'quick-acting skipping candies' into her mouth, and chewed it a few times with relish. Camille and Weasley standing beside her both Baotu was dumbfounded.

"The taste is not bad, but the smell of the blood sword leaf is still a bit strong. I guess you will make people's nosebleeds unstoppable?" Sylvia said while taking a tissue to spit out the candy. Camille smiled and said to the wide-eyed Camille: "It's okay, if I don't swallow it, the content of the blood sword leaf will not make my nose bleed. Most of the candy here, if they make it according to the recipe they gave me, most of them will It only works if you swallow it."

The Weasley brothers took the note that should be their formula and stuffed it mysteriously into Sylvia's hands, and made an appointment that Sylvia would give them a fine-tuned version next week. Dinner in the auditorium.

"So you really have time to help them make this prank product?"

Sylvia stuffed a bunch of skipping candy samples into her pocket, and gave Camille a meaningful look, "We are farsighted, I thought about it yesterday, facing Umbridge's face, I'm really not sure if I can write a manuscript, you don't want to see the editorial department of Lihen Bookstore rushing to Hogwarts, and finally fighting with the Ministry of Magic represented by Umbridge~ This will give Voldemort Is there a loophole, I am such a person who loves the peace of the magic world, how can I see the magic world falling into chaos like this!"

Shaking his head, Camille didn't want to complain about Sylvia's exaggerated tone and messy description, and quickly grabbed a large bowl of lettuce salad from the Gryffindor long table and put it in front of Sylvia, "You still Hurry up and eat your grass, don't talk."

That's when Hermione came over and sat down, strangely Harry wasn't with her.

"Huh? Where's Potter?" Sylvia asked politely.

Mentioning Harry, Hermione put on a worried expression and absently added an excessive amount of ragout to her plate, "Harry has a detention at Professor Umbridge's tonight...he's going to have to do it every night for a week Go, you know, he was kind of...not friendly in class..."

"It shouldn't be a big deal of confinement. She didn't claim to have received professional education and training from the Ministry of Magic." Camille said optimistically, stuffing a large steak and kidney pie.

However, Camille was severely slapped in the face at dinner time the next day.

Because the potion was completed ahead of schedule, Sylvia and Camille went to the auditorium for dinner ahead of schedule. They had just sat down next to Harry and Hermione before Camille had time to eat the big plate of roasted beef on the table. When the platoon launched an attack, Sylvia frowned and looked at Harry who was sitting diagonally across from her.

"What did you do, Potter?" Sylvia's expression was not very good, and she looked at Harry seriously with ice blue eyes.

"Me? What did I do? What do you mean?" Harry pointed at himself in a daze, then looked at Hermione, only to see that Hermione was as dazed as he was.

"What's the matter?" Camille put down his hand reaching for the short ribs.

Sylvia didn't answer right away, but looked at Harry very intently. After a few seconds, she said, "Potter has the aura of black magic on him."

"What? How?!" "Impossible! I didn't do anything!" Harry and Hermione stared wide-eyed, especially Harry, who waved his hands and hurriedly denied.

"I also don't think Potter cast the spell, it's very faint, the traces of black magic are very faint...but what's the reason..." Sylvia murmured, her eyes moved back and forth on Harry, and then stopped at Harry. On Harry's right hand holding the fork, the back of his right hand looked slightly red.

"What's wrong with the back of your right hand? It's red." Sylvia asked.

"Um...nothing." Harry let go of the fork, trying to hide his right hand under the table, but Camille, who was sitting across from him, stood up, grabbed him, and pinned him on the table.

Harry tried to struggle twice, but Camille grabbed his hand but it didn't move at all, just like *masked keywords* nailed to the Gryffindor long table, he had to give up the strange stubbornness in his heart .

"Umbridge's confinement hurts a bit." Harry said evasively, and he didn't understand why he didn't want to tell the two seniors and Hermione what happened in Umbridge's office.

"How come?!" Hermione called out first, "Didn't you just write sentences!"

"The content of the confinement is writing, and then you hurt the back of your hand?" Camille raised his eyebrows, obviously not believing his nonsense.

Sylvia's silent gaze made Harry feel a little terrified. Except for the fact that Sylvia rarely showed her astonishing anger when Camille was placed in the Black Lake during the Tournament last year, he felt that he had hardly seen Sylvia looked really serious, but now she stared straight at him with ice blue eyes, as if she had completely seen through the awkward stubbornness in his heart, and was just waiting for him to confess honestly like a child who made a mistake.

Seeing that Harry didn't seem to mean what he said, Sylvia finally let him go, sighed and said: "There is indeed a way, just writing can hurt people, and it can also produce a small amount of black magic reaction , because in fact that thing was made using black magic techniques. The alchemy world calls it 'Red Feather', and it is a very rare product of black alchemy."

"Red feathers were originally used in special occasions in alchemy. Like the enchantment you saw last time I designed and Granger also participated in part of the production, if I were cruel to write with red feathers, in fact, only need not It doesn't need so many of us to inject magic power into the enchantment at the same time... because it is a quill that uses wizard blood instead of most magic materials and acts as a source of magic power, and the ink is the wizard's own blood."

Hermione's eyes widened, and she suddenly let out a soft scream, rushed forward and grabbed Harry's right hand, speaking at a rapid pace with excitement, "She did this to you! Why didn't you tell me! No, you didn't tell Professor McGonagall? This is corporal punishment! It's a violation of school rules!"

"Professor McGonagall can't do anything to Umbridge."

"Then tell Headmaster Dumbledore!"

"No." Harry said flatly.

"why not?"

"He has too many things to think about," Harry said, but that wasn't the real reason.He didn't want to ask Dumbledore for help, because Dumbledore hadn't spoken to him once since June.

Sylvia sighed again, "Let me help you see what Umbridge is up to." Although she didn't want to meddle in Potter's business, she didn't care whether this boy who seemed to be in the rebellious period had anything to do with him. There's nothing wrong with the white wizard headmaster, but little wizards are being punished physically at school, with dark magic items, either as schoolgirls of the year *masked keyword* or as actual Hogwarts castle The owner, Sylvia felt that she should stand up and take care of that old toad

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When it was confinement time, and Potter was asked to wait outside, Sylvia and Camille knocked on the door of the Defense Against the Dark Arts professor's office, and they walked in with the consent of Umbridge's shrill voice inside. .

Before stepping into the office, Camille took a deep breath, took a big step behind Sylvia, and was staggered by the wooden door that was about to close.

This room is the professor's office with the highest frequency of owner changes in Hogwarts. Professors with different personalities bring various characteristics to this room.

For example, when Gilderoy Lockhart, who can only grin and sign his name, is here, there are pictures of him smiling all over the wall.Lupine used to keep cages or boxes of strange dark creatures here.When the fake Moody lived here, it was probably to imitate the real Moody's *masked keyword* delusion, the whole room was filled with all kinds of weird devices, used to detect other people's misbehavior and hiding place.

But Umbridge is definitely the first Defense Against the Dark Arts professor who can scare Camille, who dares to fight all kinds of vicious magical animals, to turn pale.

At the moment, everything in the Defense Against the Dark Arts professor's room is covered with lace drapes and tablecloths.There were also several vases filled with dried flowers, each on a separate cushion.Decorative plates hang on the walls, each featuring a brightly colored drawing of a cat with a different bow around its neck—and best of all, just about anything imaginable that can be ordered in pink. Things, unfortunately, they're all pink now.

These things are disgusting, not to mention Camille who was frightened and even hit by the closed door, even Sylvia twitched her face and walked into this 'princess room' bravely.

"Good evening, Professor Umbridge." Sylvia tried her best to control her facial muscles and pulled out a smile that could only be considered decent. She had never found out that it was so difficult to pull a polite fake smile !

"Oh! Good evening, Miss Slytherin! It's an honor!" Seeing the noble Sylvia, Umbridge jumped up from behind the desk, and came to Sylvia with small, pretentious steps. The fiery red and dazzling printed robes on her body are almost integrated with the tablecloth covering her desk, making people think that the tablecloth is moving by itself!

Sylvia didn't have much to say to this old woman with terrible taste. She looked at a small table with lace hanging beside Umbridge's desk. On the table was blank parchment and a black quill, holding Zuo said casually: "I heard something. It seems that some professors actually use the black alchemy product 'Red Feather' which is clearly stipulated by the Ministry of Magic to apply for permission before using it to punish students? If there is such a thing, As a Hogwarts female student of the year *blocked keywords*, I am obliged to report such vicious corporal punishment incidents to the Ministry of Magic, don't you think?"