Hogwarts: I'm a model wizard

Chapter 614: Learning more magic texts is still useful
  In the Defense Against the Dark Arts office, Umbridge was sitting on the floor, seemingly unaware of what was going on, as if she was dumbfounded.

It wasn't until she felt twinges of pain all over her body that she suddenly reacted.

"Damn it, you...how dare..."

"Snapped!"

There was another crisp sound.

A plate with a kitten on it flew slowly over and hit Umbridge directly on the head.

Then came the second, and the third...

It was only then that Umbridge thought of hiding. She stood up from the ground and hurriedly avoided those decorative plates that were her favorite.

Kyle was sitting in the armchair, the wand in his hand moving slowly and calmly, as if he was conducting a symphony.

Umbridge gritted her teeth with hatred. She wanted to say something, but every time before she could speak, a plate would fall on her. And when she remembered that she was a wizard and wanted to get the wand, the same thing happened. Will get hit on the wrist.

With the blessing of magic, those plates were so strong that she screamed in pain.

For a moment, the room crackled like fireworks and was extremely lively.

It wasn't until all the plates on the wall were consumed that Umbridge, who was bruised and swollen from the beating, could finally take a breath.

She leaned against the door, stared at Kyle with vicious eyes, and said through gritted teeth:

"How dare you beat up the Senior Under-Minister of Magic... You will pay for it!"

"Then why don't you just tell me?" Kyle said casually, "It's not that difficult."

With that said, he raised his wand again.

Umbridge was so frightened that she almost fell down again. Her first thought was not to take out her wand to resist, but to run away.

She turned around and grabbed the door handle, trying to escape.

There are students and professors outside. If Kyle wants to take action, he will definitely be stopped.

Yes, as long as you can leave here, you will be safe.

Umbridge thought so.

But the next second, she was horrified to find that the door handle seemed to be welded. No matter how hard she tried, she could not get it.

"Don't waste your efforts," Kyle said with a smile.

He glanced at a white looking glass on the table that was spinning around.

This thing should be something to prevent prying eyes. During the holidays, he saw Professor Moody using it at No. [-] Grimmauld Place. It was exactly like this one.

"How could I not think of something that even you can think of." Kyle said, "When I came in just now, I locked the door. Unless you use the unlocking spell, you can't open it."

"The Unlocking Charm, yes, the Unlocking Charm!" Umbridge hurriedly took out her wand...

"Except your weapons!"

Then, Umbridge watched helplessly as her wand spun and flew into Kyle's hand.

"A very simple disarming spell." Kyle casually caught the flying wand and said, "As a Defense Against the Dark Arts professor, you must be familiar with this."

To be honest, Kyle didn't expect Umbridge to be so stupid as to take out her wand with her back turned to her enemy.

The Ministry of Magic is so short of people...how on earth did someone like this climb to the position of Deputy Minister.

Kyle looked at Umbridge's wand in his hand and threw it to the ground next to him with some disgust.

Normal wands are generally about ten inches, but this one is less than seven inches. If you use this wand to fight, the speed of magic spells is inherently slower than others... because it has to fly a longer distance.

"you you……"

Seeing her wand being thrown, Umbridge was so angry that she couldn't speak, but she still tried to look fierce.

"I am Dolores Umbridge, Senior Under-Minister of Magic, Hogwarts Inquisitor..." Umbridge said in a sharp voice, "If you dare to attack me, you will be treated as Provoke the Ministry of Magic and you will be expelled, and the Aurors will come to get you...and Dumbledore can't save you!

"You can't escape. If anything happens to me, the Auror will be able to find out what you have done."

"I'm so scared." Kyle said, "Can you please stop talking?"

"If you would just put down your wand..." screamed Umbridge, "I would consider letting you go."

"Oh, sure, no problem." Kyle put the wand on the table next to him.

Seeing this scene, Umbridge thought Kyle was scared and immediately became energetic.

She straightened her messy sweater and regained her previous arrogant look.

"Now I order you to open the door..." Umbridge said unceremoniously: "If you don't want to be expelled, you'd better do as I say."    "This is also no problem, but Professor, you are It's not that I forgot something." Kyle reminded: "I'm here for confinement and need to write sentences."

"Ah, yes, that's right."

Because of the fright just now, Umbridge had forgotten that there was such a thing. Now that she thought about it, she hated Kyle even more.

"Damn, you lawless little beast... you want me to let you go? I'm dreaming!" She cursed in her heart, but on the surface she showed her usual fake smile again.

"I want you to write 'I can't be wild with Professor Umbridge' a hundred times, not five hundred, until you have this sentence in your heart."

"Good professor," Kyle said.

Despite saying this, he still sat there.

"Why don't you write it?" Umbridge urged impatiently: "Hurry up, use the pen I gave you before, or I will regret it."

"Wait a minute." Kyle said, taking out a box and rummaging around for something.

"What are you doing?" Umbridge said warily, "Put that thing down and put it on the ground!"

"Okay." Kyle did as he was told.

Umbridge walked over carefully and tried to pick up the box.

However, just when she was about to reach out, a vine covered with spikes suddenly stretched out from inside and wrapped around her body instantly.

"Damn, what is this!" screamed Umbridge.

"I advise you not to move around, Professor." Kyle said, "This is a poisonous tentacle. If you are pricked by the thorns on it... I don't need to tell you the consequences."

Umbridge immediately stopped moving, looking at the nearby vines with a horrified look on her face, as well as the coldly shining spikes on them.

Of course she knew this thing, a deadly poisonous plant.

"What do you want to do!" Umbridge said with a trembling voice: "Poisonous tentacles are Class C prohibited trade items, and it is illegal to cultivate them without permission!"

"No, no, no, Professor, you are wrong. This is the seed given to me by your Ministry of Magic." Kyle shook his finger and said:

"As for what I want to do...of course it is to complete the confinement content that Professor you just set and write the sentence five hundred times."

While talking, Kyle had already picked up the slender quill on the table and looked at it.

There is no doubt that this is a very standard black magic item. As for its function...

Kyle found a piece of parchment and tapped it lightly with the tip of his pen.

At the same time, there was a stinging pain on his hand, as if he had been pricked by something.

Obviously, writing with this pen is equivalent to writing directly on the user's skin... which is why its tip is as sharp as a knife.

And the so-called ink is blood.

But well...

After Kyle observed the pen for a moment, he took out his wand and added a few magic symbols on it.

"It's not too complicated, so this should be fine."

He walked up to Umbridge and without a word stuck the tip of his pen into her hand.

Along with Umbridge's ear-piercing scream, the originally black feathers gradually turned red.

Kyle tapped on the parchment again.

This time, there was no feeling at all in his hands, but Umbridge suddenly gasped.

"It really works." Kyle nodded, found a blank piece of parchment and wrote on it: I can't be wild with Professor Umbridge.

Umbridge was shaking all over in pain, but despite this, she didn't dare to move and could only yell at Kyle.

Kyle just pretended not to hear.

When he wrote it for the tenth time, Umbridge's yelling turned into threats, and everyone from Kyle to Chris to Dumbledore... was spared.

But by the time Kyle wrote it for the fiftieth time, the threat turned into a plea for mercy.

But the burning pain on the back of her hand made her voice choppy.

Kyle still ignored it.

"Don't worry, professor, didn't you say you have to write it five hundred times?" Kyle changed another piece of parchment. "I've only written one-tenth of it now, so I can't give up halfway."

(End of this chapter)