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The Defense Against the Dark Arts class was followed by the Charms class and the Transfiguration class. Both Professor Flitwick and Professor McGonagall spent fifteen minutes emphasizing the importance of the 0.W.Ls exam to the class.

"You must remember!" screeched short Professor Flitwick, standing on a pile of books as usual so he could see the class from the podium, "These exams may affect you The future for many years to come! If you haven't seriously considered your career, you should think about it now. At the same time, in order to ensure that you all play at your own level, I'm afraid we all have to work harder than before. !"

They then spent over an hour reviewing the Flying Spell, which, according to Professor Flitwick, was a sure-fire part of their O.W.Ls.

Before get out of class ended, he assigned an unprecedented pile of spells as homework.

The situation in Transfiguration is not much better, if not worse.

"Without serious study, practice, and application," Professor McGonagall said solemnly, "you can't pass the O.W.Ls exam. I don't think any student in this class has any reason to fail, as long as they put in the time and effort. O.W.Ls certificate to Transfiguration."

Neville sighed in disbelief.

"That's right, so do you, Longbottom." Professor McGonagall's eagle-like eyes instantly turned to Neville Longbottom, "There's nothing wrong with your operation, you just lack confidence. So today we're going to start learning the Vanishing Spell. The Vanishing Spell Simpler than the summoning spells that you usually practice when you reach the NE.W.Ts level, but it is still the hardest spell that will appear in your O.W.Ls exams."

When they started practicing, Harry found that the Vanishing Charm was hard to come by.

By the end of the two classes, neither he nor Ron had made the snail they used to practice disappear, although Ron said hopefully, he thought his snail had faded a bit.

And Hermione managed to make her snail disappear just after her third attempt, thus earning a ten-point award for Gryffindor House from Professor McGonagall. She was the only one who didn't have to do her homework, everyone else had to practice the spell overnight, ready to try it on those snails the next afternoon.

The time soon came to five o'clock in the evening, the time Umbridge asked for their confinement in the morning,

After coming down from Professor McGonagall's Transfiguration class, they didn't even have time to send their bags to Gryffindor Tower, so they went straight to dinner so they could rush to eat something before going to face Umbridge for them. I don't know what's wrong.

At five to five, Harry and Hermione came to the door of Umbridge's office together and knocked on the somewhat worn wooden door.

Then all they heard was a greasy-sweet voice shouting, "Come in."

Harry opened the door cautiously, and Hermione followed behind Harry.

Harry used to know this office very well when the first three masters lived here.

In the days when Gilderoy Lockhart lived, there were pictures of him smiling all over the walls.

After Lupin moved in, every time he came in to look for him, there was a chance that he would meet some very interesting evil animal in a cage or box.

And when the fake Moody lived here, the room was filled with all kinds of utensils and artefacts. Used to detect misdeeds and hiding places of others.

At this moment, the room was completely unrecognizable. Everything was covered with lace drapes and tablecloths.

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

On one wall hangs a set of decorative plates, each featuring a large, brightly colored cat with a different bow around its neck.

These things were so disgusting that Harry stared blankly at them, terrified, and then Professor Umbridge spoke again:

"Good evening, Mr Potter, Miss Granger."

Harry turned his head back hastily in fright, and even Hermione stared at the decorative plates uncharacteristically, with a rather serious expression.

They didn't notice Umbridge at first, because she was wearing a flamboyantly printed cuff that was almost indistinguishable from the tablecloth on the desk behind her.

"Good evening, Professor Umbridge," Harry said unnaturally.

Hermione just nodded at Umbridge, her brows furrowed, as if she was thinking about some life-or-death matter, completely unaware of the increasingly greasy and disgusting smirk on Umbridge's face.

"Okay, sit down." To Harry's surprise, Umbridge didn't seem to say anything to Hermione's obvious "disrespect", but pointed to a lace The little table said she had placed two straight-backed chairs beside her, and there were two blank pieces of parchment on the table, apparently for them.

Harry and Hermione sat in the two small chairs in silence.

"Now, I want you to copy a few sentences - no no no, not with your pens." Umbridge continued to laugh disgustingly, but when she saw Harry and Hermione bent over to open their bags, But hurriedly stopped.

"You're going to use a very unusual pen of mine. Here it is." Umbridge handed Harry and Hermione two black quills with extremely sharp slender nibs, "I want you to write: I You can't lie."

She said softly.

"How many times?" Harry asked, with an air of praiseworthy courtesy.

"Oh, until this sentence is engraved in your hearts." Umbridge said in a whimper. "Let's start writing."

She walked to her desk and sat down, burying her head in the pile of parchment, looking like a batch of papers waiting to be corrected.

Harry lifted the sharp black quill, only to realize what was missing, and exchanged glances with Hermione—

"You didn't give me ink," Hermione questioned.

"Oh, you don't need ink," said Professor Umbridge, with a slight smile in his voice.

Harry and Hermione looked at each other suspiciously again, then dropped the quill tip on the paper and wrote: I can't lie.

Suddenly, Harry gasped in pain, and then he heard Hermione scream in a low voice—

The words that appeared on the parchment appeared to be written in bright red ink.

At the same time, this line appeared on the back of the right hand of Harry and Hermione, and it was deeply immersed in the flesh, as if carved with a scalpel--

However, just as he was staring at the red-colored wounds~lightnovelpub.net~ the skin healed again, and the place where the words were written was only slightly redder than before, but it felt smooth to the touch.

"Seventh, Hermione, please prepare a pot of fresh white potion before the first Defence Against the Dark Arts class next semester. Harry still has many students to use."

Tierra's prophecy flashed back to Harry's and Hermione's minds almost at the same time.

When Harry and Hermione wrote the words "I can't lie" over and over again, Umbridge was looking at them with a smile, a twisted pleasure in his heart, and suddenly——

Turning into the appearance of Dumbledore, Tiera, who was sitting in the headmaster's office at Hogwarts preparing for lessons, raised her head from the desk, sneered, and lowered her eyes, looking at the bedside space, falling on Hogwarts In the Defence Against the Dark Arts classroom on the third floor of Gwarz—

Umbridge felt a chill all over his body, as if he was being targeted by some beast or demon.

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