Harry Potter and The Invincible Bookworm

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Chapter 500 25

After leaving Hogwarts, Lupin was still immersed in the emotions he had just now, his eyes were still red, but his footsteps were no longer heavy. The two werewolf control bureau staff glanced at each other, and the younger one scratched the back of his head and politely interrupted Lupin’s thoughts. “Professor Lupin, you are basically free to go through the final formalities of registration and release from the Ministry of Magic with us.”

“Okay, thank you for your reminder.” Lupin heard him call him completely different from when he came, settled and thanked him.

Ministry of Magic, Lupin 3 people walked through the gate of Golden to the elevator. The youngster who had just spoken to Lupin pressed the button closest to him “down”, and immediately an elevator appeared croaking. With the sound of ding ding dong dong, the golden fence door slid slightly open, and they swarmed in with the crowd. The youngster knocked on the fourth button, the fence door slammed shut, the elevator began to descend, and the chain clicked.

The fence door slid open, and they came to the corridor outside. As soon as they stepped into the corridor, they saw a man shouting angrily in a bathroom at the corner of the corridor moved towards, and the young man couldn’t bear to look straight. , He sighed, “Mr. Diggory must have caused it again…”

Lupin was surprised, is there often quarrels and discord in the Department of Management and Control of Magical Creatures? Why say again?

The young man saw his doubts, shrugged and motioned for him to come closer and listen.

“Amos Diggory, the time you spend in the toilet must occupy the longest record in the ministry. You should spend more time at work rather than in the toilet.” A bald middle-aged man angrily said Mr. Diggory shouted.

“You can’t interfere with me, David.” Mr. Diggory in the toilet yelled back with a louder, muffled voice, “The toilet is the last place of freedom for Britain wizards! You know who will not ban subordinates back then. Death Eaters go shit!”

Lupin looked surprised but did not speak.

The youngster frowned, rolled the eyes comically, spread his hands and explained, “Our magical creature management control department is relatively less serious.”

They continued walking with Lupin, and came to a room where papers were stacked. “Here are all the documents of various magical creatures. The documents you registered are also in it. Ah, Professor Lupin, I didn’t mean to offend, but you have to fill out a whereabouts form.” Youngster carefully worded and experienced Defense just now. After the Against the Dark Arts classroom incident, he didn’t want to hurt the real professor, even if he was a werewolf.

“Sorry, I want to take Mr. Remus Lupin.” A lazy female voice sounded at the door, and Penelope Clearwater was standing at the door with her arms folded, her tight-fitting gauze with blazing red lips, an indescribable charming temptation.

“Penelope Young Lady, forgive me, you Auror must not interfere with the management and control of our magical creature. This is against the regulations,” said youngster brace oneself. Although he knows that the beauty in front of him is a famous killer of Ministry of Magic and has a lot of background, he must perform his duties.

A permit flew in front of him lightly, and the youngster glanced at the signature of his superior, Josephine Harris. He quickly scanned the contents of the document, and could only stop talking and quickly issued a release document. , Gave Penelope a blank itinerary and asked her to fill it out by herself, and then apologized to Professor Lupin, and sat on the chair and let Penelope take Remus Lupin away.

Hogwarts, outside the Umbridge office on the 4th floor, Parvati, Harry, Ron, and Neville stood there, and none of them would knock on the door and stepped into the office. In the end, Harry knocked on the door, only to hear a sweet voice shouting: “Come in.”

Several people walked in helplessly. Now this office makes Hari feel uncomfortable, everything is covered with lace covers and tablecloths. There are also several vases filled with dried flowers, each on a small cushion. A set of decorative plates hung on one wall. On each plate was a large colorful cat with a different bow around its neck. These things are so disgusting. Neville, who was imprisoned for the first time, was so frightened that he just stared at them blankly. Then Professor Umbridge said again, “Good evening.”

Harry was very calm. He was used to Umbridge’s mystery, but Neville was so frightened that he turned around quickly-he didn’t notice her at first because she was wearing a dazzling red robe, the same color as the tablecloth on the desk behind her Melt together, it’s hard to tell.

“Good evening, Professor Umbridge.” Harry took the lead to say hello, and the other three people were suddenly awakened and learned how Harry said hello unnaturally.

“Okay, sit down,” she said, pointing to four small tables with hanging laces. She has placed a straight-backed chair next to each table. Each table has a blank parchment and a long, thin black quill with a particularly sharp pen, which is obviously for them.

“I want you to write: I will never break the rules again.” She said softly to them who had already sat down.

“How many times?” Parvati asked, ready to break his hand.

“Oh, keep writing until this sentence is engraved in your heart.” Umbridge whispered, “start writing.”

Harry lowered his head, couldn’t see his expression clearly, and started to write. Although the other three are somewhat unfathomable mystery-Umbridge did not prepare ink for them, but they also started to write.

When their quill tip fell on the paper, they couldn’t help but suck in a cold breath. The words that appeared on parchment seemed to be written in bright red ink. At the same time, this line appeared on the back of their right hand, and it was deeply sunken in the flesh, as if it had been carved with a Dissection knife-however, they were staring at the red wounds. At that time, the skin healed again, and the area with the words just now was slightly redder than before, but it felt smooth to the touch.

Parvati jerked his head up to look at Umbridge. She was staring at them, her wide mouth like a toad turned into a smile.

Parvati gritted her teeth, looked down at the parchment, and once again dropped the tip of the pen on it. The words were carved into her skin again and again, and they were healed again and again, and the back of her hand was as painful as it had been burned by fire.

Ron kept shaking his hands as if he could get rid of the pain like that, but he made no sound or begged for mercy firmly.

Compared with when he first came in, Neville’s expression was much calmer, and the unknown punishment was the most terrifying. For Neville, such a skin pain is far easier than facing Professor Snape.

In this way, they wrote this line on parchment over and over again. Even Neville, who was not bright, finally understood that they were not using ink, but their own blood.