Chapter 583 If You Can’t Be Cured, You’ll Die.
Malfoy Manor, in the drawing room.
Next to the elegantly decorated round table, several silent people sat. Their eyes couldn't help but glance at the top of the round table, where a delirious short and fat human body was suspended by an invisible rope under the crystal lamp, slowly rotating. , a toad-like face reflected on the polished tabletop.
Bellatrix had a cruel smile on her lips, Alex, who worked at the Ministry of Magic, remained silent, Lucius and the others had expressionless faces, only Narcissa, who was almost directly below her, had a pale face. She probably couldn't control herself. , glance up from time to time.
Voldemort sat at the head of the round table with his back to the fireplace, his weird snake-like face with a sinister smile, and his scarlet vertical pupils glowing with a cold light that wanted to devour others. He raised his yew wand and aimed it at the hanging top of the table. The slightly rotating human body waved gently.
"Welcome our guests."
An icy chill enveloped her whole body. Umbridge's eyes trembled twice, and her consciousness recovered from the long darkness. When she opened her eyes, she saw the twisted and weird snake face. Her face instantly turned pale, and her eyes opened wide. The bulging eyes almost jumped out of their sockets.
"You recognize me, right?" Voldemort chuckled.
"Dark... Demon King!"
Umbridge's voice was hoarse, and she could no longer hear any sweetness. Her lips trembled and she tried to say something to free herself in the name of the Ministry of Magic. However, it seemed as if a pair of invisible hands were holding her throat, and she could not make any sound. A strong fear made his heart beat violently, almost jumping out of his chest.
Instinctively, she couldn't think of any struggle to resist.
"Oh, I recognized her..." Voldemort seemed very satisfied with her performance. He turned around to introduce her and said with a smile, "Some people may not know her. Let me tell you, the person who came to our place early this morning was Ms. Dolores Umbridge, she was previously the Senior Undersecretary of the Ministry of Magic and part-time Professor of Defense Against the Dark Arts at Hogwarts.”
Bellatrix giggled, and Alex, the Ministry of Magic employee, looked at her strangely.
"Actually... Minister Dolores has been committed to dealing with Dumbledore, eliminating his influence, slandering his reputation, destroying his control over Hogwarts, and covering our whereabouts..."
There was a soft chuckle around the table, the Death Eaters murmuring, laughing at the woman's stupidity, laughing at her ignorance.
Umbridge's whole body was shaking uncontrollably, as if she heard some kind of hope from such laughter, and she cast her pleading eyes on the throne.
"Please...please..."
"Quiet." Voldemort retracted his fingers, and the invisible rope made a tightening sound. A thin layer of sweat appeared on Umbridge's forehead and slid down her face, showing a painful expression.
"Although Professor Umbridge didn't know us before, she has been covering our tracks and denying Dumbledore's warnings with great fanfare. She said that Dumbledore is old and confused, and the Ministry of Magic had already done so more than ten years ago. She completely defeated the Dark Lord and eliminated the Death Eaters... She hoped that wizards would ignore those warnings. There is no doubt that she helped our cause a lot..."
This time the laughter was happier and harsher, every Death Eater could hear it, and there was ridicule and sarcasm in Voldemort's voice.
Umbridge opened her mouth wide, trying to breathe but only making weak gasps. Tears welled up from her eyes and fell into her hair. It was unclear whether it was out of fear or regret.
Snape stared at her with a sneer, his gaze seemed to pierce her blood vessels.
"Getting to the point..." Voldemort flicked his wand, and Umbridge immediately fell to the table, making a dull sound like a stone falling to the ground. "Professor Umbridge, please come to our place as a guest. It's because I want to know the specific content of a prophecy... You are a smart man, I believe you know what to do, right?"
"Trelawney's prophecy?"
"That's right."
Umbridge instantly understood that it was the Death Eaters who had been looking for the blond boy. The pupils in her empty eyes kept trembling as she tried to remember the nonsense she didn't care about.
Trelawney's ethereal voice echoed in her ears: "Something black... something extremely dangerous... you will be swallowed by the danger!"
An icy chill enveloped Umbridge's whole body. Her breathing was rapid and disordered, and her short and fat body kept shaking. She did not dare to look at Voldemort's face. She shook off the part of the prophecy about herself and repeated it tremblingly. road:
"She...she said at that time that the storm was coming. The overlookers were looking down, and it would eventually come to the world. The peepers were watching, but in vain. The truth would come to light before the heavy snow fell."
No useful information at all.
The smile on Voldemort's lips faded little by little, and his face became increasingly ugly. There was anger in his gloomy voice: "Is that all?"
"That's what Trelawney said. This is all she said, only this!" The breath of death enveloped her heart. Umbridge curled up on the table and trembled. She suddenly turned her head and looked at the figure next to the man, as if grabbing As if he was a savior, "If you don't believe me, just ask Snape, it's spread all over the school, he knows it, he knows it too!"
Snape still sneered and looked at her indifferently: "I was not there at the time, and I don't know the specific situation."
Voldemort's expression was gloomy and uncertain. Reason told him that the cowardly toad in front of him could not lie to him, but he did not want to believe that there would be no clues in the prophecy. All kinds of unfounded speculations emerged in his mind, and he had thousands of thoughts.
Could it be that she forgot something?
Could it be that Dumbledore was covering up her memory?
"I trust your memory, Ms. Umbridge..." Voldemort said softly, and quietly pointed the wand at her head. The moment she raised her head in surprise, a cold red light shot out.
"[Heart-cutting out the bones]"
He wanted to trust her memory.
Complete memories unearthed by my own hands through pain and suffering.
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Black Monday, full class.
The first period in the morning was History of Magic, which was left to the young wizards to recharge their batteries, followed by Potions, which did not allow for any trance. Loren had to admire Professor McGonagall’s wisdom as the dean, and the clever arrangement of classes greatly reduced the number of hours spent by Gryffindor. Points will be deducted for too many students' mistakes.
It's just that Professor Snape wanted to deduct points, but even the principal came and couldn't stop him. The previous theoretical knowledge explanation was quite stable. Within ten minutes of entering the practical training, Professor Snape began to wander among the Gryffindor students:
"Mr. Longbottom, my instructions were very clear. You should add the multrat juice within three seconds of the cauldron boiling. You delayed it for a full seven seconds!"
"..."
"Finigan, please give me a reasonable explanation as to why your multrat juice was poured into your cauldron before it boiled?"
"..."
"And you, Mr. Potter, why did you join in twice? You think you are smart, huh? One time you joined too early, and the other time you joined too late!"
"..."
"Mr. Morgan, Miss Granger, if you can control the time of joining, why don't you help your stupid friends?"
"..."
Even the always peaceful little witch couldn't help but take a deep breath to calm down. She really wanted to lift the crucible and wash his greasy hair with boiling water!
Loren filled the potion with a familiarity, thinking about what medicine Professor Snape might have taken by mistake, which antidote he had chosen to be effective, and how he could unknowingly slip the medicine into his lunch.
His plan ultimately failed because Professor Snape did not dine in the Great Hall.
In the afternoon there were familiar Divination classes and Defense Against the Dark Arts classes.
Umbridge rarely entered the classroom after the bell rang. She was still wearing a fluffy pink cardigan. She stood on the podium and scanned the students below. She glanced past Harry and her eyes were slightly dazed. After a minute, he took out the textbook and said:
"Put away your wands and please take out "Magical Defense Theory". We have finished the last lesson..."
Umbridge thought about the catalog for a while, then opened her mouth and smiled smugly: "We finished Chapter 2 in the last class, General Defense Theory and Its Origin. Today I hope you will all turn the book to Chapter 35. Page, start reading Chapter 3, Reasons for a Non-Offensive Response to Magical Attacks, and don’t talk while reading..."
The whole class froze in place, looked at each other, and did not open the textbook for a long time.
Loren looked at Umbridge thoughtfully. He had noticed something wrong before, but now he was paying close attention. He suddenly discovered that there were many strange things about the professor. For example, his voice was no longer as sweet as before, his face was extremely pale, and his body was very strange. Weak, the flow of magic power is a mess...
The magic power was so disordered that even though the wizard was lying on the hospital bed, she couldn't feel anything strange at all.
Umbridge noticed something strange in the classroom, frowned at the silent people, feeling that they were really disobedient to discipline, coughed twice, cleared her throat, and asked with a straight face: "Is there any problem?"
Prefect Neville looked at her face and said cautiously: "Professor Umbridge, we have read this chapter before."
"Have you read it?" Umbridge raised her eyebrows, feeling inexplicably irritated in her heart, "Okay, let's continue reading Chapter 4."
"I've also read Chapter 4."
"Are you deliberately causing trouble?"
Umbridge couldn't hold back the anger in her heart. She banged the desk and her voice that she had been holding tight suddenly became sharp, mean and angry: "I've read Chapter 3, and I've read Chapter 4 too." , you disobedient bad guys, have you read the whole book?”
After hearing this, whispers broke out in the classroom.
The female prefect Parvati couldn't help but said: "Professor, but -"
"No buts!" Umbridge looked at the students with a ferocious expression and panted, her tone becoming more and more resentful, "Don't think that I don't know what you are thinking. You want to resist the authority of the Ministry of Magic and overthrow the magic." The rule of the Ministry, you obey Dumbledore's orders and oppose me! "
"Professor!" some students couldn't help shouting.
"Shut up, shut up, put them all in jail! I will teach you a lesson! Just this weekend, you all have to copy the school rules for me with a cursed quill, and have the school rules engraved on your body as your When the wound bleeds red blood and turns into an incurable scar, you will know who to listen to!"
As soon as these words were spoken, the classroom was filled with shock. The little wizards had never heard such a serious threat. It seemed that they were not underage students, but a group of criminals in Azkaban.
"ah!!"
Several panicked girls couldn't help but scream in low voices.
Umbridge felt a splitting headache. Some fragmentary images flashed before her eyes, but she could not see anything clearly. The piercing screams made her extremely irritated: "No screaming! No screaming! In the name of the Senior Deputy Minister of the Ministry of Magic I command you in my name!”
Seeing her take out her wand, Loren quickly cast out several petrification spells and said in a deep voice to the two prefects: "Go to Professor McGonagall quickly."
…
"Children, please don't worry. With us here, Hogwarts will ensure the safety of every student..."
"Professor Umbridge has been controlled, Ms. Pomfrey is examining her body, and Principal Dumbledore has notified the Ministry of Magic. We will post the follow-up investigation on the bulletin board..."
"Now, please go back to the dormitory and have a good rest..."
At seven o'clock in the evening, Professor McGonagall's speech in the auditorium ended.
The little wizards went upstairs in twos and threes, muttering about what happened today. Loren and Harry slipped out of the large group while walking. They passed by the door of the school doctor's office and involuntarily poked their heads out. Looking through the crack in the door, I saw a circle of people surrounding the hospital bed.
Madam Pomfrey opened Umbridge's mouth and quickly poured in a bottle of green potion. Her movements were cold and hard, her face expressionless. She placed the potion bottle on the tray and moved her fingers up to open Umbridge. Richie's eyes, the other hand picked up the wand and pointed it at her eyebrows, only used a few check magics, and said simply:
"The brain is broken and cannot be cured."
Dumbledore glanced lightly at a certain Potions professor who was standing by the wall, and asked aloud: "Poppy, please be more detailed. People from the Ministry of Magic are about to arrive, and I need to explain it clearly to them."
"Mr. and Mrs. Longbottom, do you know?" Madam Pomfrey packed up the instruments and trays.
"The parents of that little Gryffindor guy?" Professor Flitwick was impressed by Neville and his pet.
"The symptoms are similar to those of the couple. Both had their heads damaged by the Cruciatus Curse, and there are also traces of the Oblivion Curse. However, Umbridge's symptoms are milder..." Ms. Pomfrey paused and considered. Said, "This shows that the caster of the Cruciatus Curse is extremely skilled."
"..."
Dumbledore was silent for a moment: "Is there any cure?"
Madam Pomfrey gave him a meaningful look: "How she can cure the Longbottoms can be cured by her. You can go to St. Mungo's Injury Hospital and ask."
Hearing these words, Hermione behind the door looked at Loren.
Loren shrugged.
If it can't be cured, just be stupid.