Chapter 524 Violation (Revised, Sincere Thanks to Leader Wukong)
After leaving Hogwarts, Remus John Lupine was still immersed in the emotions just now, his eyes were still red, but his steps were no longer heavy.
The two Werewolf Control Bureau employees looked at each other, and the younger one scratched the back of his head, trying to interrupt Lupine's thoughts in a more polite tone than before. "Professor Lupine, go with us to the Ministry of Magic for the final procedures of registration and release from prison, and you will be basically free."
"Okay, thank you for your reminder." Lupine calmed himself down when he heard his address was completely different from when he came, and thanked him.
The Ministry of Magic, Lupine and the others walked through the golden grille door towards the elevator. The young man who had just spoken to Lupine pressed the button closest to him, "down," and immediately an elevator clattered into view. With a bang, the golden fence door slid open, and they and the crowd rushed in. The young man tapped the fourth button, the gate slammed shut, and the elevator began to descend, its chains rattling.
The fence door slid open, and they came to the corridor outside. As soon as they stepped into the corridor, they saw a man shouting angrily in a bathroom at the corner of the corridor. The young man couldn't bear to look straight at him. , he stroked his forehead and sighed: "It must have been caused by Mr. Diggory again..."
Lupine was surprised. Didn't there often be quarrels and discord in the Department of Management and Control of Magical Creatures? Why do you say again?
The young man saw his doubts and shrugged, beckoning him to come closer and listen.
"Amos Diggory, your toilet time must be the record for the longest time in the entire Ministry of Magic. You should spend more time at work than in the toilet." A bald middle-aged man said angrily shouted at Mr Diggory.
"You can't interfere with me, David." Mr. Diggory in the toilet roared back in an even louder muffled voice, "The toilet is the last place of freedom for British wizards! The mysterious people back then would not ban it Your Death Eaters go shit!"
Lupine looked stunned but said nothing.
The young man frowned, rolled his eyes comically, and spread his hands and explained, "Our Department for the Regulation and Control of Fantastic Beasts is relatively less serious."
They took Lupine on and came to a room stacked with paperwork. "Here are all kinds of documents of magical creatures. The documents you registered are also in it. Ah, Professor Lupine, I don't mean to offend, but you still have to fill out a whereabouts form." The young man carefully worded, experienced After the incident in the Defense Against the Dark Arts classroom just now, he didn't want to hurt the real professor, even if he was a werewolf.
"Sorry, I want to take Mr. Remus Lupine away." A lazy female voice sounded at the door, and Penelope Clearwater stood at the door with folded arms, wearing a black Auror uniform with bright colors Lipstick creates a strong contrast.
"Miss Penelope, forgive me, you Aurors cannot interfere with the affairs of our Department of Supervision and Control of Magical Beasts, this is against the regulations," the young man said bravely. Although he knew that the beautiful woman in front of him was a well-known killer from the Ministry of Magic and had a strong background, but he had to fulfill his duties.
A permission order flew in front of him lightly, and the young man glanced at the signature of his immediate superior Josephine Harris on it. He quickly scanned the contents of the document, and could only stop talking and quickly issued a document. After getting out of prison papers, handed a blank itinerary to Penello for her to fill in later, and then said sorry to Professor Lupine, sat on a chair and let Penello take Remus Lupine with him. Walk.
Hogwarts, outside the door of Umbridge's office on the fourth floor, Parvati, Harry, Ron and Neville stood there blankly, none of the four were willing to knock on that door and step into that office . Finally Harry knocked on the door, only to hear a cloyingly sweet voice call, "Come in."
Several people walked in helplessly. Now the office made Harry uncomfortable, with lace covers and tablecloths covering everything. There are also several vases filled with dried flowers,
Each is placed individually on a small cushion. On one wall hangs a decorative set of plates, each featuring a large, brightly colored cat with a different bow around its neck. These things were so disgusting that Neville, who was in confinement for the first time, was frightened and just stared at them blankly. Then Professor Umbridge said again, "Good evening."
Harry was very calm, he was used to Umbridge's mystification like this, but Neville turned his head quickly in fright - he didn't notice her at first, because she was wearing a fiery red floral gown, the same color as hers. The tablecloth on the desk behind him was so fused together that it was almost indistinguishable.
"Good evening, Professor Umbridge." Harry said hello first, and the other three people followed Harry's unnatural way of saying hello after being suddenly awakened.
"Well, sit down," she said, pointing to four little lace-draped tables. She had placed a straight-backed chair beside each table, and on each table was a blank parchment and a long, thin black quill with a particularly sharp point, apparently intended for them.
"I want you to write: I will not violate the rules again." She said softly to them who had already sat down.
"How many times?" Parvati asked, ready to break his hands.
"Oh, keep writing until it's etched in your mind," said Umbridge coquettishly. "Go ahead and write."
Harry lowered his head, couldn't see his expression clearly, and had already begun to write. Although the other three were a bit inexplicable-Umbridge didn't prepare ink for them, but they also started to write.
When the tip of their quill fell on the paper, they couldn't help but gasp in pain. The words that appeared on the parchment appeared to be written in bright red ink. At the same time, this line of writing appeared on the back of their right hands, and it was deeply sunken into the flesh, as if carved with a scalpel—however, when they were staring at these bright red wounds , The skin healed again, the place where the words were just now was only a little redder than before, but it was smooth to the touch.
Parvati looked up sharply at Umbridge. She was watching them, her wide, toad-like mouth grinning.
Parvati gritted her teeth, looked down at the parchment, and dropped the pen tip on it again. The words were carved into her skin again and again, and healed again and again. The back of her hand ached as if it had been burned by a fire. .
Ron kept shaking his hands, as if that would shake off the pain, but he was stubborn and didn't hum or beg for mercy.
Compared with when he first came in, Neville's expression was much calmer, and the unknown punishment was the most terrifying. For Neville, such flesh and blood pain was far easier than facing Professor Snape.
??? Just like that, they wrote the line on the parchment over and over again. Even the dim-witted Neville finally understood that what they used was not ink, but his own blood.