My Understanding Is Incredible, I Built A Floating City In Hogwarts

Just as Levin was looking around the Defense Against the Dark Arts office, Umbridge's voice interrupted his thoughts.

She was wearing a dazzling red printed robe, and the color blended in with the tablecloth on the desk, making it difficult to distinguish.

She said delicately: "Good afternoon, Miss Zhang Qiu."

Ye Wen gave Umbridge an apt description of a pink toad that makes a squeaking sound.

On the surface, Levin remained calm and responded with a smile in Zhang Qiu's unique gentle tone: "Hello, Professor Umbridge."

"Well, sit down." Umbridge said in her sweet voice that made people get goosebumps, while pointing a stubby finger to a small table with lace hanging on it.

Next to the table, a straight-backed chair had been prepared for Levin. A blank piece of parchment and a delicate quill were neatly placed on the table.

Levin's eyes quickly swept around the room and noticed that there was another table on the other side of the room. The position and decoration of that table were obviously different from this one. It seemed that it was prepared for another guest - very Maybe it was the Harry who had been in trouble again recently.

Levin shook his head secretly in his mind. This unlucky guy somehow offended Umbridge this time, so he was sent to solitary confinement again - he was so lucky that he didn't remember to eat or beat him.

He sat gently on the chair, trying to imitate Changqiu's elegant and calm sitting posture.

He knew that at this critical moment, any small detail might reveal his identity.

After a while, there was another knock on the door.

"Come in."

Umbridge said in her unique voice.

Harry opened the door and walked in. His eyes quickly swept across the room, saw Umbridge, and finally landed on Zhang Qiu.

Harry's eyes lit up with a light that even Levin found disgusting.

"Take a seat." Umbridge pointed to the table prepared for Harry again.

However, Harry did not sit down immediately. He hesitated for a moment, as if trying to gather his courage, and then said: "Professor Umbridge, um... before we start, I...

I want to ask you something.

Umbridge's bulging eyes suddenly narrowed, and she seemed very excited by Harry's request.

"Oh? What's the matter?" she asked in an almost excited tone.

"That's right, I... I'm a member of the Gryffindor Quidditch team." Harry said, straightening his back, as if he wanted to show his courage, "I should attend training tomorrow afternoon, no. Do you know if you can...not be in solitary confinement tomorrow and find another night to make up for it..."

Levin sat there, speechless.

When Harry offended Umbridge in class and faced her anus, he was fearless and indignant.

Now he gave in to Quidditch, and even began to beg in a low voice to change the confinement time.

Did he really think Umbridge would change his mind easily?

Or does Harry think that Hogwarts is his backyard and he can do whatever he wants?

What are you thinking about every day?

Sure enough, Umbridge let out a bloodcurdling laugh, like a frog that had just swallowed a delicious fly.

"No, no!" she said sharply, "This is your punishment for spreading evil, despicable, and sensational lies. Mr. Potter, of course, the punishment cannot be adjusted arbitrarily for the convenience of the wrongdoer."

"Not tomorrow, not in the future. As long as it's your training time, you have to be here for confinement."

Umbridge said proudly: "I think it's a good thing to miss some activities that you particularly enjoy. It makes you realize your mistakes more deeply."

Listening to these words, Harry felt his blood surge and his ears buzzing.

He clenched his fists, eyes flashing with anger, thinking about yelling at Umbridge like he was in class, wanting to tell her how unfair it all was.

However, Umbridge just stared at Harry with that disgusting smile on his lips. She seemed to be waiting to see him have another fit so she could punish him further.

Harry took a deep breath and forced himself to calm down.

He knew he couldn't lose control again, otherwise it would only make the situation worse. He looked away from Umbridge's disgusting face.

Unable to vent his anger on Umbridge, he was so angry that he threw his schoolbag roughly next to the straight-backed chair, and the books inside were scattered on the floor.

"Pick it up!" Umbridge ordered in her sickeningly sweet voice, with a malicious glint in her eyes, "Is this your tutor, Potter? Oh, I forgot, you don't have parents... all the time Live at your aunt's house. You are an orphan, right?" Her words were like a sharp knife, piercing into Harry's heart.

Harry's eyes widened and he glared at Umbridge, his hands clenched into fists, the knuckles turning white.

He seemed to see a red light flashing in front of his eyes. It was the anger and impulse deep in his heart, and he wanted to punch this hateful woman.

Umbridge seemed to see through Harry's thoughts. She moved her face provocatively with a proud smile on her lips:

"What, you want to hit me? Come on!"

Her eyes were full of provocation and expectation. As long as Potter dared to make a move, she would immediately have reason to expel him.

Harry gritted his teeth and trembled all over. He felt as if his chest was going to explode.

However, he remembered Professor McGonagall's instructions and knew that he could not be impulsive. So, he swallowed his breath forcibly, bent down to pick up the scattered books and backpack, and then sat down on the chair.

Umbridge looked at Harry's actions with a trace of disappointment in his eyes.

Unable to get the desired result, Umbridge turned to look at Levin who was pretending to be Zhang Qiu:

"What about you, Miss Zhang Qiu, do you have a request? If it were you, I would consider it..." She laughed, and the sound was like a snake spitting a message.

"My only request is that I come to confinement every day," Levin said calmly.

Umbridge's eyes instantly turned sinister. She didn't expect that the other party would be so arrogant, but she still kept that sickeningly sweet voice:

"You will get what you want."

She walked to her desk and picked up two long, thin black quill pens with particularly sharp tips.

"Now, you have to write a few sentences for me... No, not with your quill, use the pen I gave you!

...Please give me flowers...

She handed the two quills to Harry and Levin.

After Levin took the pen, he knew what it was just at a glance.

The feathers were raven feathers, and a dark magic spell had been cast on them.

This pen can use the writer's blood as ink to write, and it will also physically punish the writer.

This is an extremely cruel magic prop, usually used against wizards who have made serious mistakes.

"I want you to write: I cannot lie." Umbridge said softly to Harry in her disgusting voice.

Harry frowned and asked in confusion, "How many times should I write it?"

He thought he would face more severe punishments, such as cleaning the entire castle or not being allowed to use the wand for a week, but he didn't expect it was just writing. This made him feel a little more relaxed after being hung up all morning.

"Write until this sentence is engraved in your heart." Umbridge replied delicately, "Start writing, Mr. Potter.

Harry picked up the black quill pen and felt that the tip was extremely sharp. He carefully wrote the first word on the paper.

At the same time, Umbridge turned to Levin, a trace of resentment flashed in her eyes: "And you want to write... I should be obedient!"

She deliberately said the word "good boy" very hard, as if she was mocking the other person's previous behavior.

She wanted to take revenge on Zhang Qiu for causing her to be doused with feces in public.

Levin raised his head slightly and met Umbridge's eyes calmly: "Are you sure?"

"Yes, I'm sure!" Umbridge emphasized, "Dear Miss Zhang Qiu, I think you will like this sentence!"

After saying that, Umbridge walked to his desk and sat down, and began to work on a pile of parchment, looking like he was correcting homework.

However, her eyes secretly glanced upward from time to time, expecting to see Zhang Qiu's reaction.

Levin raised the black quill and waved it gently with his left hand in the loose robe.

He did not start writing immediately, but seemed to be preparing something. This made Umbridge feel a little strange, but she did not attack immediately.

After a while, Levin took the quill pen, placed the pen tip firmly on the paper, and wrote quickly:

"I should be obedient!"

Umbridge frowned and looked at Zhang Qiu with some confusion.

Why didn't she scream at the quill punishment like the other students?

How is this going?

She couldn't help but begin to doubt the quill she had bought in Knockturn Alley.

The store owner assured her that this thing was very useful for punishing students.

Have you been deceived?

This pen broke so quickly?

Thinking of this, Umbridge felt a surge of anger in his heart.

She decided that after this incident was over, she would have the Aurors seal off the store and teach the store owner who dared to lie to her a lesson.

However, just as she was about to observe Levin's reaction, she suddenly felt a heartbreaking pain coming from her fingers.

She couldn't help but gasp, and then screamed loudly. .