Miss Planeswalker, are you free for romance?

Draconian stared at Harry who was 'standing in the corner' with malicious eyes, but when she looked at Umbridge, her eyes turned into admiration - she hated Harry Potter.

but……

I hate this old toad too.

How dare she say that about Mori Yuesa.

Draconi smiled and dismissed Umbridge's gaze, then quietly lowered her head, with disdain flashing in her clear eyes.

Just a half-blood bastard from the Ministry of Magic.

It's difficult to get close to an adult pureblood, but it's much easier with a young one?

idiot.

It seems that my father's judgment was correct, and the Ministry of Magic is going to take action against Hogwarts.

Mori Tsuki…

Is she okay?

Not everyone is like her. Most, most wizards from wizarding families, still like the Daily Prophet and trust this "media". Before school started, they were told by their parents: Try to have as little contact with Harry Potter as possible unless it is necessary.

Especially if there is a boy in the family, the parents will say more.

——Harley herself is not a sociable person. When they greet each other, who can tell what each other is thinking?

Umbridge exposed the matter and shifted the conflict with Mori Yuesha to Harry Potter.

"Miss Potter, do you still insist that I apologize?"

Hypocrisy turned into arrogance. Umbridge pinched her fingers artificially and staggered to Harry again. Hermione gently pulled her sleeves and shook her head at Harry.

"I insist, Professor Umbridge." Harry bit his lower lip to make a short line and tried to open his eyes as wide as possible. "Because you are wrong."

"very good."

"I hope to see you in my office tonight at eight o'clock."

The class had to go on, but Hermione didn't want to listen at all. She looked at the absent-minded 'idiot' with concern, and came over to give her some advice: "We have to talk to Professor Mori Yuesha... Who knows what she will do after she tricked you into going there. She looks very angry."

Harry shook his head.

"Don't be stubborn, idiot. If anything I'll punish you..."

Still shaking his head.

Hermione fiddled with the quill in her hand unconsciously, scribbling on the book "Magical Defense Theory", her two straight eyebrows almost tilted together in anxiety.

She thought for a while, gritted her teeth, and whispered, "Why don't I go with you? She can't punish both of us, right? Or call Ron, and..."

"Hermione."

Harry interrupted her and raised his face, his frozen expression revealing an extremely unreal indifference.

"Don't tell my sister."

"Harley..."

"You know. She's a 'professor' now, and her sister is just a 'resident'."

“So we should…”

"Don't worry, she can't really hit me."

Chapter 163 Ashes

Of course Umbridge couldn't really hit Harry Potter, that would be too rude.

She gave her a pen.

The small porcelain kettle of hot tea was bubbling with steam, and the room was filled with a sweet smell similar to biscuits. On the desk stood an old-fashioned clock, two palms high; the lesson plans were neatly arranged on the other side. On the wall were plates with cats in various poses printed on them, and they snorted fiercely when Harry came in.

Dolores Umbridge's office.

According to Mori Yuesa, some people start to like pink when they get older because they miss their former pink and tender selves - is pink and tender...selves... an adjective?

The office was very quiet, with only the mechanical sound of the pendulum clicking.

"Come on, dear."

Umbridge seemed to have no other expression. Every time I saw her in class or outside of class, the woman was smiling like this: at the same time, she said something infuriating.

"I won't buy that."

Harry silently pulled out a chair and sat down.

"We need to talk, Miss Potter. You seem to have some misunderstanding about me?"

All Hallie wants is for her to stop spreading bad things about her sister around campus.

"That won't do. I have a responsibility - I have to report this to the director. What about her? I haven't had time to look for that Mori Yuesa yet. I heard that she lives in a room sponsored by the school director?"

Harry twirled his fingers and dropped his head.

"I heard that she took 'special' care of you... um, and Granger?" Umbridge smiled even more: "How terrible, a young 'professor' and two girls who are still children... you..."

Harry suddenly said, "Professor Umbridge." She interrupted, "You can't say that about her."

"Of course I can, you little rascal." The other party laughed exaggeratedly: "You are such a bad and stupid girl, what can I not say?" The woman held the teapot very elegantly and poured herself a cup of yellow tea: "The backstage has left you, let me guess... You don't still count on Dumbledore? Ah, indeed, surviving a disaster and being famous - you and that old thing rely on it to fool everyone, right?"

Do not…

Incorrect.

Her fame brought her no advantages.

"Tell me, Miss Potter. Where did that Mori Tsukisa come from? What is her relationship with Dumbledore? Did Dumbledore...discuss the Ministry of Magic with you in private?"

"What did he tell you?"

"Mori Tsukisa, Minerva McGonagall, and Dumbledore... Tell me, Miss Potter."

Harry shook his head.

"Do not lie to me."

But she really didn't know.

What Umbridge suspected, that Dumbledore was planting his own people in Hogwarts, would never happen. Given Professor Dumbledore's popularity, would he need to "plant" someone?

As for my sister's background...

That was a secret that could not be told even if she died.

"Oh, it seems you do know something?" Umbridge opened the drawer, untied the small velvet bag, and pulled out a pen.

Looks pretty ordinary.

"For your concealment and your contradiction in class, Miss Bad Seed, you will have to write to me for a while."

Umbridge handed the pen to Harry and pulled out a small stack of paper from a pile of documents on the corner of the table: "Just write, 'I am a dishonest bad guy', how about it?" The woman looked at her with a smile, her eyes cold.

"I…"

"Write it, I said." She shook the fat on her cheeks, like the real old witch in the forest in the Muggle rumors, exuding a terrifying and powerful sense of oppression.

——She is very skilled in this kind of forced dialogue.

"Write as I say, or I'll put you in detention for a week - about that Mori Yuesa... Oriental bitch, I'll teach her a lesson soon. Do you want me to cause trouble for her?"

Harry clenched and unclenched his tiny fists, unclenched and clenched them again.

In the end, he took the pen.

"ink…"

"You don't need ink, Harley. You're a dishonest bastard."

The evil thoughts were so strong that they expressed their hideousness in the most obvious form. The next moment the words appeared on the paper, she suddenly felt a tearing pain on the back of her left hand!

pain…

excruciating pain.

It was like repeatedly cutting the skin with a blunt knife.

Umbridge looked at her with interest, holding up her face: her little hand, as white and tender as a peeled egg, now had a line of ugly bloody scars - I am a dishonest bad guy.

what…

——I am a dishonest and bad person.

The second time he covered the same place, the originally clear bloodstains began to blur, and after the third, fourth, and countless times, the writing turned into a huge, blurry sore.

This desire for power that allows one to live and die at the same time...

She was not afraid of it becoming heavier, but was afraid that it would not whirr when she fiddled with it.

"Don't be lazy, Potter. When the time comes, you can go back to bed."

The never-ending pen tip, the never-ending scars.

On the hand that was maintained to be as soft as if the bones were removed, there was a black sore that looked like a burn mark, which was totally out of proportion with the pampered skin around it.

"What the hell is Dumbledore doing with that little bitch in private..."

Umbridge turned around with her hands behind her back, admiring the paintings on the wall.

Harry paused with his pen and glanced at the wide-mouthed teacup emitting steam from the table.

"…I will catch her sooner or later…When that happens, I will send her to Azkaban…"

The milky white steam twisted into a thin rope, winding upwards.

"You bugs..."

It exudes a cloying sweet smell.

"Ungrateful bug..."

The surface of the cup is bright pink, and the rim is gilded with a circle of gold.

"I always catch her..."

The inner wall is ordinary porcelain white. If colorless liquid is dropped into the tea surface, at most two or three circles of silent ripples will appear.

Umbridge teased the shrunken cat on the wall for a while, and only returned contentedly after it jumped off the stool and ran away with an extremely impatient "meow". She glanced at Harry who was writing silently, raised her orchid finger, turned the position of the pearl necklace on her neck, picked up the teacup, and drank it all.

"No one can deceive me, no one can..."

"Everyone..."

Suddenly, she felt a burning sensation rising up her stomach - up her esophagus and throat, up, up into her brain.

The liquid as hot as magma did not stop, but exploded with a "bang" and spread throughout her body.

Umbridge was top-heavy.

She subconsciously wanted to hold onto the table, picked up her wand, and pounced on Harry.

But the girl had already hidden away.

She leaned against the wall, pursed her lips, and looked at the blushing woman with her enchanting green eyes.

——Watch her grab her throat, watch her turn from red to purple. Watch her open her mouth like a dehydrated fish, breathing in the increasingly scarce air.

Her breathing became more and more rapid, and then she spontaneously combusted.

A handful of orange-red flames burst out from the pores of her body. In just a few seconds, Dolores Umbridge was like a blazing torch, vigorously igniting her blood, hair, muscles, skin, bones...

There are also burn-resistant pearl necklaces.

"He——"

The strange flames burned people like firewood, but the tables, chairs and papers around them were not affected at all - the heat wave just blew some of them away. The flammable wooden boards and silk tablecloths, curtains, and ornaments above the head. The flames seemed to be in another space, biting the woman in its body tightly, ignoring everything around it.

"Hal-li--!"

She screamed and wailed like a living flame, and walked towards the girl in the corner step by step, but she was still very far away...

The taciturn flame read the woman in its own way, turning the pages in silence.