Chapter 560 Unforgivable (Modified, Sincere Thanks to Leader Sofia Ruobing)

Ten minutes later, there were a lot of people in the principal's office, and Ginny and Neville were brought to the principal's office.

Panting, Dolores Umbridge leaned over to Harry who was sitting in the chair: "You're going to find Dumbledore, aren't you?"

Umbridge was very annoyed and worried by not getting real headmaster authority and Harris ignored her like a servant, Harry broke into her headmaster's office and Filch told her that she saw Minerva McGonagall leaving The news from the campus made her feel terrified, and she thought that McGonagall and Harry must have some way to meet Dumbledore to fight against herself.

"No, I just wanted to get my broom that you confiscated." Harry said disgustedly. He had just stuck his head into the fire at 12 Grimmauld Place and got the news of Sirius' absence from the house-elf Kreacher. After receiving a warning from the black cat on the plate, Umbridge rushed to catch him.

"Lie!" Dolores Umbridge slapped Harry across the face as soon as he waved his hand. "You and I both know your Firebolt is well-watched in the basement, Potter, yours." With the head in my furnace, who are you communicating with?"

The other young wizards looked at this scene in surprise, and a gloomy voice sounded from behind them, "You called me, Headmaster Umbridge?" Slytherin head Severus Snape quietly appeared At the door of the headmaster's office, he glanced at the scene, his gaze rested on Harry's eyes for a few seconds, and then refocused on the new headmaster of Hogwarts.

Umbridge immediately straightened his body, and before he retracted his ferocious expression, he hurriedly said, "Yes, Snape. It's time for them to tell the truth, whether they like it or not. You brought the Veritaserum ?"

"Unfortunately, you used up all your previous interrogations of students." Snape's voice was cold, but Harry breathed a sigh of relief.

Under Umbridge's probing eyes, Snape's gloating voice continued to sound: "The last one was used on Mr. Weasley, and obviously it's too late to brew it now, unless you want to poison him, if If you really want to go down, I express my sincere sympathy."

Harry's attention was drawn back as he noticed how disappointed and angry Dolores was by Snape's words.

In embarrassment, Snape said: "But I can't help you." After speaking, he turned to leave.

"Padfoot is in his hands." Harry, who didn't know that McGonagall had left, said hastily. He thought that this might be the last chance to inform the Order of the Phoenix. He quickly added, his eyes full of pleading and hope, even if The object of his plea is the person he hates the most, "Padfoot has been taken to his hiding place."

"Padfoot, what is Padfoot? What is he talking about, Snape?" Umbridge was puzzled but doubted, and asked Snape with a frown.

Before turning around, Snape's expression froze for an instant, he turned his head slowly, and replied expressionlessly: "I don't know." Then he walked out directly.

"Well, you forced me to do this." Umbridge shook her head and said helplessly. She said something ruthlessly in her heart, then hesitated and glanced at the other people present, then turned her head and told Filch, " Filch, take them out, close the door, and wait outside the principal's room."

"Harry!" Ron called, panic in his voice, but Filch beside him held him firmly.

"Yes, Headmaster," Filch said respectfully.

After the others were taken out, Umbridge grabbed Harry by the collar. She was so strong that Harry was dragged staggeringly to the room on the steps behind the headmaster's office.

Umbridge muttered as he threw Harry into a burgundy chair in the attic. She pointed her wand at Harry, and her usual sweet smile and complacency were completely replaced by a fierce and determined look: "...you forced me...no choice...Cricute should make you open your mouth."

"How dare you!" Harry stared into Umbridge's eyes, trying to judge whether the woman was serious,

"I will report you!"

"As long as Cornelius doesn't know." Umbridge frowned slightly, and her hand with bright pink nails and an emerald ring shaped like a water drop knocked down the photo of Cornelius Fudge on the table, " He never knew, for example, that I ordered the dementors to come after you last summer, but he was glad to have the chance to fire you, and he would do the same now, just by giving you an Oblivion Curse afterwards, Potter."

Harry's eyes widened in horror, and Umbridge chuckled smugly, but what she didn't know was that although Harry was nervous because of her threat, he was even more surprised when he saw Umbridge Behind Qi, the figure of Alan Harris suddenly lifted the Disillusionment Curse and appeared, but Umbridge didn't notice it because his back was turned to Alan.

Allen sat obliquely on the chair, his black H94 uniform coat was draped over his shoulders, and his legs in leather riding boots were crossed on the table. When his calm eyes met Harry, Allen raised his head lightly, Raising his index finger to his lips, he beckoned Harry not to expose his existence. When he put down his hand, he pointed to a VCR standing on the table. The camera of the VCR was facing Umbridge and Harry. .

Seeing Allen's actions, Harry, who understood Allen's intentions, showed a firm expression on his face, and he glared at Umbridge.

"You still refuse to tell the truth, do you?" Umbridge's face showed a look of cruel pleasure, she pulled out her wand roughly, the tip of the wand almost hit Harry's nose, "Crucio."

Harry felt a piercing pain all over his body, Harry's heart pounded hard against his ribs, he clenched his teeth, he gathered all his strength to resist the unprecedented pain, he didn't want to cry in front of Umbridge, no Hoping that his pain would make the other party more proud, his forehead was exposed with blue veins, and his sweaty hands were tightly grasping the armrest of the chair.

"It's really bad, why don't you still say it? Let's see how long you can bear it." Umbridge raised his wand again, "Crucio—"

Harry was in so much pain that he knew that if Umbridge kept casting spells, those who were hit would go mad with pain and even die if they were tortured for too long. Neville's parents had been driven insane by the spell and had been in St. Mungo's Hospital for so many years. Harry tried his best to contain himself, not wanting to show his fear, but the increasingly crushing pain made him unable to restrain himself any longer, and a horrible, drawn-out scream rang through the attic.

In these few seconds, Harry felt as if several years had passed. Except for the pain, he had started to think about all kinds of cranky thoughts, and he had even completely forgotten the existence of Alan and Umbridge, just screaming there , but the only thing he didn't think about was surrender.

"Dolores." Ellen's calm voice sounded, and Umbridge froze for a few seconds as if struck by lightning, and then turned around abruptly. She tried to put on the usual false smile on her face, but at this moment But I found that I couldn't beat the fear, "Professor Harris...how are you in the principal's office?"

Allen still sat obliquely on the chair, and didn't intend to put his legs down. He pressed his fingers lightly on the video recorder through the air, and the video stopped. Then he patted the dust in his palm and pressed it with his right hand. The sensory imprint on his left arm. "Dolores, unfortunately, except for Aurors, once the Unforgivable Curse cast by a wizard without authorization is used on a person, they will be sentenced to life imprisonment in Azkaban."

Umbridge bit her lip. She noticed Alan's current posture and empty hands. She suddenly raised her wand and pointed it at Alan with a ferocious face. "Avada gnaws a big melon!" The green The curse successfully hit Alan, and Umbridge froze as soon as the smug expression appeared on his face. There was no reaction when her curse hit Alan!

Although Harry hadn't recovered from the severe pain, he was shocked by the green light and looked at Alan, but he couldn't speak now, but what surprised him was that Alan, who had been hit by the Death Curse Now it's just a little nosebleed...

"It's impossible! No one can defend against the Killing Curse... let alone you were hit!" Umbridge was dumbfounded as she held up her wand. She had temporarily forgotten her original purpose of attacking Ellen, and Pay attention to this miracle in front of you.

"Cough... Dolores, it seems that you are stronger than I thought, but in this principal's office, two of us have already escaped from this curse..." Allen looked embarrassed He took out his handkerchief and wiped his nose. He thought that with his long-term soul-sucking behavior and some previous personal experiments, he had ensured that he would no longer be afraid of the death curse of ordinary wizards, but he didn't expect Umbridge to be stronger than his original judgment. Some, especially those with a little talent in black magic—this ruined the image he had deliberately maintained just now.

Cleaning up the handkerchief stained with nosebleeds, Allen raised his eyes slightly, and slowly held his wand. At this time, Umbridge was hysterically using the anti-you weapon on Allen, hoping that the other party would not be able to attack him, but, Although the opponent didn't intend to defend at all and was hit by all the red lights, he didn't let his wand drop at all.

For a moment, Umbridge's 8-inch birch dragon heartstring wand suddenly flew out of her hand, the wand suspended in the air turned around, pointed at Umbridge, and stabbed her neck fiercely. The sting made Umbridge squeal like a sow waiting to be slaughtered.

"I happened to learn a few unique spells in Germany during my summer vacation. The one I'm casting now is somewhat similar in function to the weapon that removes you, although it's not very practical in battles with almost the same strength." Allen shrugged, and Umbridge looked at his expression as if he was looking at a devil, "But it's just right for you who won't use a wand in the future."

Umbridge's wand left her neck and flew up to eye level. Umbridge covered his neck, not daring to move, looking at the traitorous wand in horror and disbelief. Blue sparks shot out from the tip of her wand, burning little by little along the length of the wand, making a crackling and exploding sound, and Umbridge watched as her wand was reduced to ashes.