Although he's become Hermione several times, William still feels awkward every time he wears her clothes.

Like now...

"Does your size seem small?"

"No~"

"It was fine last time, but this time I feel like I can't breathe."

"No!"

(in freehand measurement)

"It must be old, a girl of this age is growing very fast."

(continuous measurement)

"Ah~!"

Crackling, before I had time to dodge, I was knocked a few times on the head by the girl holding the bra.

Touching his head, he said aggrieved:

"Why don't you wear it?"

Another murder weapon.

After calming down, the girl smiled softly:

"Be good~ Don't be rude, I have already bought the new size, so let's go ahead."

"Don't wear it!"

"Then I'll use your body, go out streaking, or find a random **** a date!"

Come on, hurt each other!

"Okay, I wear it!"

It took more than half an hour to change clothes, and another half day to get dressed, and then the two left the Room of Requirement.

"Then I'm going to the Quidditch pitch," said Hermione.

As Ravenclaw Quidditch captain, William is required to conduct team training.

Hermione had become William, and she would definitely go in his place.

"Don't worry, I've already said hello to Qiu, just ask her to help." William tugged at his clothes.

After the two separated, William walked towards Umbridge's office alone.

He knocked on the door, only to hear a greasy sweet voice shout, "Come in."

William pushed the door and walked in, entering this very familiar room.

He was too familiar here... Professor Tywin died on the toilet of the toilet, of course he was rescued.

Quirrell lived with Voldemort for a while; Lockhart was here even more so when he stabbed the leprechaun.

This is the worst place in Hogwarts.

Now, it has become Umbridge's office, and she has changed the decoration style of the entire room.

Everything was covered with lace-trimmed drapes and tablecloths.

There are also several vases filled with dried flowers, each on a separate little cushion.

A set of decorative plates hung on one wall, each featuring a brightly colored cat with a different bow around its neck.

The cats all looked at William with gloomy eyes.

Umbridge was wearing a flamboyantly printed robe that blended in with the tablecloth on the desk and was almost indistinguishable.

"Good afternoon, Miss Granger."

A whistling pink toad.

William gave Umbridge an apt description. He laughed:

"Hello, Professor Umbridge."

"Well, sit down." She pointed to a small lace table.

A straight-backed chair was placed beside it, and there was a blank parchment on the table, apparently for him.

On the other side of the room, there was another table, probably for Harry.

William imitated Hermione's sitting posture and sat down peacefully in the chair.

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

"Come in," Umbridge said.

Harry opened the door and walked in, and saw Hermione, already Umbridge.

"Sit down." Umbridge pointed to another table.

Harry didn't move, he hesitated for a moment, and said:

"Professor Umbridge, um...before we begin, I...I want to ask you...one thing."

Umbridge's two-way bulging eyes narrowed, and she said excitedly, "Oh, what's the matter?"

"That's right, I...I'm on the Gryffindor Quidditch team." Harry summoned his courage.

"I should participate in training tomorrow afternoon. I don't know if I can. I won't be closed tomorrow, and I'll find another night to make up for it..."

William was speechless.

Harry offended Umbridge in class, and he faced her in the class, looking fearless.

Now he admits his cowardice and begins to intercede, and wants to change the confinement time.

Might Umbridge agree?

Or did Harry think... Hogwarts was his home?

What are you thinking about every day?

Sure enough, Umbridge laughed, as if he had just swallowed a juicy fly.

"No, no! This is your punishment for spreading evil, vile, grandstanding lies.

Of course, Mr. Potter, punishment cannot be arbitrarily adjusted for the convenience of the guilty. "

"Not tomorrow, not in the future. As long as you are training, you must come here and close the confinement as planned."

Umbridge said proudly:

"I think it's actually a good thing to miss out on some of your favorite activities. It reinforces the lessons I'm trying to teach you."

Harry's blood was surging, his ears were ringing, and he wanted to yell at Umbridge again.

But Umbridge, with a disgusting grin on his lips, turned his head to look at Harry, waiting to see him have another attack so that he could punish him further.

Harry finally looked away and rudely threw his bag next to the straight-backed chair, spilling the books inside.

"Pick it up!" Umbridge said sweetly, "Is this your tutor?

Potter?

Oh, I forgot, you don't have parents... have been living at your aunt's house.

You are an orphan, right? "

Harry stared at Umbridge, clenching his fists, as if trying to punch her.

"What, want to hit me? Come on!" Umbridge moved his face closer.

As long as Potter dared to act, she would immediately have reasons to fire him.

Harry gritted his teeth, trembling all over, but remembering Professor McGonagall's explanation, he swallowed.

He bent over to pick up the backpack and sat down on the chair.

Umbridge was a little disappointed, and turned to look again.

"What about you, Miss Granger, do you have a request? If it were you, I would consider..." She laughed.

"My only request is for me to come to confinement every day." William said calmly.

Umbridge's eyes are sinister, but his tone is delicate:

"You will get what you want."

She walked to the desk, picked up two quills, and said gruffly:

"Now, you're going to write a few sentences for me.

No, not your quills, but the ones I gave! "

Umbridge handed over two slender black quill pens with extremely sharp nibs.

After William took it, he just glanced at it and knew what it was.

The feathers are raven feathers, and it has been cast a kind of black magic.

The writer's blood can be used to physically punish the writer.

"I want you to write: I can't lie," Umbridge said softly to Harry.

"How many times?" Harry asked blankly.

He didn't expect the punishment to be so easy. It made him worry all morning.

"Write this sentence until it is engraved in your heart," Umbridge said in a whimper. "Let's start writing."

"And you, to write... I'm a Mudblood!" Umbridge looked at William with resentment in his eyes.

She wanted to avenge the attack on Vienna and her sending to Azkaban.

"Are you sure?" William asked.

"Yes, I'm sure! Honey, I think you'll like it!"

Umbridge went to his desk and sat down, burying his head in the pile of parchment, as if grading homework.

But her eyes, sneaking upward, looked at Granger expectantly.

William raised the black quill, the wand in his left hand, and waved it in his wide robe.

After a while, he took the quill pen, the tip of the pen landed on the paper, and quickly wrote:

"I'm a Mudblood!"

Umbridge frowned, but Granger didn't scream.

what happened?

When she bought a quill in Knockturn Alley, the store owner told her that it was very useful for punishment.

Have you been deceived?

Damn, she wanted the Auror to seal that shop.

But only a second later, Umbridge gasped in pain, and she screamed loudly.

Harry looked up in confusion and looked at Umbridge, startled.

I saw a row of bright red words on her face:

I'm a mudblood!

The typeface was deeply embedded in the flesh, as if carved with a scalpel.

However, just as he stared at Hong Yanyan's wound, Umbridge's skin healed again, as if the wound just now did not appear at all.

William wrote it again: I'm a Mudblood!

Umbridge covered her face, and she felt the burning pain.

Her eyes were darkened, her anger was breaking down, she almost fainted, she managed to stand firm and shouted:

"Enough! Enough!"

William didn't mean to stop at all~lightnovelpub.net~ He tilted his head, immersed in the world of calligraphy.

He wrote dragons and snakes, and on the parchment, he wrote in English, French, German, ancient rune...

I'm a mudblood!

Over and over, the words carved into Umbridge's face and healed.

William suddenly laughed:

"Professor, I already like this sentence, but I also give it to you!

Share with you! "

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