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

Harry raised his head in confusion and looked at Umbridge, but the sight in front of him shocked him for a moment.

Umbridge's originally unpleasant face now had a row of bright red characters, deeply engraved in her flesh, as if they were carved stroke by stroke with the sharpest scalpel. .

The words were clearly: "I should be obedient!"

Harry's eyes widened, and he could hardly believe what he saw - the bright red color of the wound formed a sharp contrast with Umbridge's pale face, which was chilling.

However, just as he stared at the bright red wound, something even weirder happened.

Umbridge's skin began to heal slowly, and the deep writing gradually disappeared, as if the wound just now was just an illusion.

At the same time, Levin waved his quill again and wrote the same sentence:

"I should be obedient!"

Umbridge covered her face. She felt pain on her face. The pain was so severe that it seemed like a fire was burning on her face.

Her eyesight went dark, she was so angry that she almost fainted, and finally managed to regain her balance. Umbridge shouted in a voice full of pain and anger:

"Enough! Enough!"

However, Levin didn't seem to hear her shout, and was still immersed in his own calligraphy world.

He kept waving his quill, writing in different languages ​​on the parchment [Chinese, Chinese, Chinese, German, Russian, Arabic, ancient magic script... eloquently The same sentence is written:

"I should be obedient!"

Over and over again, every time he writes, those words will be etched on Umbridge's face, and then heal quickly.

Suddenly, Levin stopped the pen in his hand, raised his head to look at Umbridge, and showed a strange smile: "Professor, as you said, I already like this sentence. However, I also give it to you. ,hope you like it."

Why did Umbridge choose such a vicious method of confinement?

The reason behind this is hidden in her twisted preferences.

She likes corporal punishment and seeing other people's physical pain, because it can bring her an unusual kind of stimulation and pleasure.

However, this kind of distorted sensory stimulation is only one-way imposed on others, and she herself cannot bear it at all.

In other words, Umbridge enjoys tormenting others, but hates being tormented by others.

Deep in her heart, she was also full of fear of pain.

So when the sting from that quill suddenly appeared on her face, she could barely bear the pain.

She wanted to cry, scream, and escape from this terrible place, but everything was irreversible.

However, what frightened her even more was that Zhang Qiu had no intention of stopping. The quill seemed to be given life and continued to wave on her face.

Umbridge felt a continuous hot and stinging pain on her face. This pain was not a momentary sharp pain, but like an endless trickle, eroding her nerves bit by bit.

She knelt on the ground and begged Levin for mercy, but Levin just sat quietly on the chair and looked at her expressionlessly, completely stone-hearted, which made Harry tremble.

But in Levin's eyes, Umbridge asked for it.

If we count, Umbridge once tried to instigate Zhang Qiu, tried to peek into his "secret base", and now wants to torture him with a quill... What he is doing at the moment is just collecting a small amount of interest. That’s all.

Umbridge's screams were heard in the office. The sound was as shrill as a ghost, making people tremble with fear.

Soon, the passing little wizards were attracted by the screams. They gathered at the door of the Defense Against Dark Arts classroom, but did not dare to enter rashly.

They listened to the shrill screams, and their hearts were filled with fear and curiosity.

"This scream is so terrible, it makes my heart tremble." A little wizard said tremblingly.

"It feels like it's being haunted." Another little wizard muttered quietly.

"And it's not a ghost like Nearly Headless Nick, but a more terrifying existence." A little Muggle-born wizard said with lingering fear, "It's like a ghost in a horror movie."

More and more young Muggle-born wizards gathered at the door of the Defense Against the Dark Arts office. They whispered and exchanged their knowledge of horror movies, trying to convey to others by describing those creepy scenes and characters. The horror of ghosts.

"I don't know how many professors there have been in this Defense Against the Dark Arts office." Colin Creevey said mysteriously, "Maybe a certain professor encountered misfortune here and died tragically on the toilet."

"Yeah, haven't you heard of that terrifying campus legend?" Kevin Entwistle crossed his arms over his chest, as if to resist the gloomy atmosphere coming from the door, and deliberately lowered his voice: "It is said that When the school was being built, a worker died accidentally and was built into the wall."

Gabrielle's face was pale. She had watched a lot of Muggle horror movies at Levin's place this holiday, and she was acting like she was frightened by Kevin's words.

She said in a trembling voice: "Yes, yes, I also heard that the school was originally built on an old cemetery, and the ground was full of graves. Do you think it is really true?"

Just then, a stern voice interrupted their conversation.

Professor McGonagall walked over quickly. She frowned and asked sternly: "What are you doing here? What kind of behavior are you chattering around the door?"

The three of them were startled by Professor McGonagall's sudden appearance and shouted in unison:

"Ghost!"

Then he ran away in a hurry.

Professor McGonagall looked at their panicked backs and felt very dissatisfied.

She decided to find a fault in the next class and deduct points from these three people as punishment.

However, when she was about to turn around and leave, she suddenly heard screams coming from the office.

Professor McGonagall's expression changed suddenly. She remembered that Potter and Zhang Qiu were detained by Umbridge.

How dare Umbridge torture students in the office?

How dare Umbridge torture students here?!

Professor McGonagall was extremely angry, like an enraged lion. He reached out to twist the door handle, only to find that the door was locked from the inside.

This further confirmed her suspicion that Umbridge must be up to something inside.

Professor McGonagall banged on the closed door and shouted, "Open the door!"

However, there was no response from the door, only bursts of sound.

So she knocked harder, "Umbridge, you are capable of corporally punishing students, you are capable of opening the door!"

There was still the same reaction inside the door.

Umbridge is really unjustly accused. Although she likes to punish students corporally, at this moment, she is the one being punished...

But Professor McGonagall didn't understand this. She only knew that Umbridge turned a deaf ear to her words and kept punishing the students. This made the anger in her heart even more intense. She turned her head and shouted to the students:

"Everyone, stay back!"

Then he quickly pulled out his wand and pointed it at the door.

Upon seeing this, the students immediately moved to a place seven or eight meters away and looked at Professor McGonagall nervously.

I saw her holding the wand tightly and chanting:

"【Open Sesame】!"

In order to vent his anger, Professor McGonagall did not choose the more sophisticated [Alajo Unlocking Curse], but chose the [Blowing Door Curse].

As the spell fell, a deafening loud noise came. The wooden door instantly fell into pieces, the walls on both sides were torn apart, and most of the walls collapsed to the ground.

Professor McGonagall did this because she was worried that something might happen to her students inside.

She was even mentally prepared for a fight. If Umbridge was really torturing students, she would rescue him even if he was imprisoned in Azkaban.

However, when he saw the scene in front of him clearly, Professor McGonagall was stunned. Things were completely different from what she imagined.

Between the broken walls and the torn door frames, Zhang Qiu sat gracefully in the mess like a green lotus in the mud.

Her knees were together, her legs were slanted, and her two slender and beautiful calves were elegantly crossed together. She was holding a cup of steaming milk tea in her hand, sipping it while enjoying the delicious macaron refreshments.

The chaos and gray smoke caused by Professor McGonagall did not disturb her tea party at all. The splashing bricks and flying smoke were all blocked by invisible barriers.

On her side, there was also a piece of parchment and a black feather floating.

The feather pen was writing something automatically, and the handwriting was flying and dancing.

Potter was huddled in the corner, standing like a slave, staring blankly at everything in front of him, as if he was frightened.

In his impression, Zhang Qiu had always been that gentle and reserved girl, but in front of him, she showed an unprecedented "heroic appearance", which made Harry shocked.

Professor McGonagall's eyes scanned around Room 5.7, and finally landed on Umbridge lying on the floor.

I saw "I should be obedient" written in red on Umbridge's face, which was particularly dazzling.

At this moment, Levin gently snapped his fingers, and the quill immediately stopped writing and floated to Professor McGonagall's side.

Levin first complained: "Professor McGonagall, Professor Umbridge asked us to use this quill to write. This is the punishment of confinement."

Professor McGonagall took the quill, glanced at it, and immediately understood the mystery.

Her face turned from white to blue, and she was trembling with anger. She glared at Umbridge angrily and scolded: "Professor Umbridge, we never use corporal punishment at Hogwarts! It is even strictly forbidden to use items with dark magic! You Your behavior has seriously violated school rules!"

Levin drank the milk tea in his hand leisurely, then stood up and said with a smile: "You should send Professor Umbridge to the campus hospital first. She seems to have fainted. Well, she collapsed before I could do anything. It seems like she collapsed. The power of this quill cannot be underestimated.”

Professor McGonagall glanced at Zhang Qiu in confusion and wondered to himself: Why do your tone of voice and acting style become more and more like Levin?

Is it true that if people get along with each other for a long time, they will become more and more alike?