Chapter 939: Umbridge's Office

Harry left the Great Hall with his schoolbag on his back and walked up the marble staircase two steps at a time.

The unknown fire that erupted suddenly just now was still burning in his heart.

Thinking of the astonished expressions on the faces of Ivan, Ron and Hermione, he felt a deep pleasure.

When he gradually calmed down, he regretted it a little.

Harry knew that he shouldn't be angry with Ivan and lose his temper, but he felt uncontrollably irritable in his body.

The frequent pain in his scar has been bothering him lately, but he can't talk about it.

The school is full of gossip, the original friends are full of distrust of him, Ron and Hermione are constantly arguing, the woman Umbridge is full of malice, and Professor McGonagall wants him to bow his head As a human being, Dumbledore is indifferent to him, and Aiwen allows the situation to develop...

It was the same in the morning, it was the same at noon, it was the same at night, and it was the same when he returned to the bedroom. He had nowhere to escape.

Under all kinds of pressure, he felt that he was about to be driven crazy.

Harry's pace slowed down, and he suddenly found that he had nowhere to go.

"Go to the library and sit for a while, then go to that woman's confinement, and apologize to Ivan when I go back at night." He thought pitifully, "I want to control my temper, clear my mind, and think about nothing..."

At this moment, Peeves emerged from an empty classroom wall, throwing several inkpots like acrobatics.

"Oh, it's silly baby Potter!" Peeves giggled, "What are you doing here if you don't eat?"

He let two inkwells fall to the floor and shattered, splashing ink on the wall.

Harry jumped back quickly to avoid it, and yelled, "Get out of here, Peeves!"

"Weird is freaking out, I saw it all this afternoon, I told you all," said Peeves, chasing Harry down the corridor, flying forward over him, squinting at him mischievously, " Oh, a lot of people think he has a bad temper, Potter, Potter silly baby, some people don't have a bad heart, they know he's just too sad, and Peeves knows best that he's a madman."

"Shut up!" Harry yelled, walking down a path.

The unknown fire in his body came out again, and he took out his wand, ready to teach Peeves a lesson.

He had learned this magic from Sirius back then, and knew how to attack Peeves with things.

But the alert Peeves did not follow, Harry saw a large portrait of Sir Cadogan.

Upon seeing Harry, Sir Cadogan drew his sword and swung it at Harry viciously, who paid him no heed.

He was fed up with it, everyone, even ghosts and portraits.

It's hard to imagine that just a few weeks ago, he missed it so much.

"Come back, you runaway coward! Don't back down, fight me!" Sir Cadogan yelled in a muffled voice from behind his mask, but Harry just kept going, and Sir Cadogan wanted to come after him and jumped. into an adjacent painting, but a big, fierce-looking wolfhound who lived there drove him back.

"Hello, Potter!" an angry voice shouted just as he was walking to the library door.

"What's the matter?" Harry turned his head impatiently, almost at the limit.

He saw Angelina Johnson standing on the stairs not far away, apparently running up after him.

She seemed to be even more angry than him, and she might be furious at any time.

"I'll tell you what's the matter!" she said, rushing up to him and poking his chest hard with her fingers. "I've heard it all. How did you get yourself a friday at five o'clock this afternoon?" Confinement?"

"What?!" Harry was stunned for a moment, and immediately thought, "Oh, by the way, select the goalkeeper!"

"Now I think about it!" Angelina roared, "Didn't I tell you that I hope that all the players of the team will participate in the selection and find someone who can cooperate with each team member? Didn't I tell you But you, have I specially booked the Quidditch pitch? Now you have decided not to participate!"

"I didn't decide not to go!" said Harry, feeling stabbed at the injustice. "That woman named Umbridge put me in solitary confinement for telling her the truth about You-Know-Who .”

"Well, you can go to her directly and ask her to let you go on Friday!" Angelina said emotionally, "I don't care what you do, if you want, you may as well tell her that the mysterious man is your imagination , just to ensure that you can be there!"

After finishing speaking, she turned around and walked away aggressively, leaving Harry standing there alone.

Three second-grade girls came out of the library, and immediately shrank to the corner, avoiding him far away.

It looked like Harry would pounce on them and bite them hard, Harry really had the urge...

He sighed, thinking it was unlikely that Umbridge would let him go, but it was better to try.

Angelina was right, he couldn't miss Friday's tryout, and Quidditch was his only pleasure.

That being the case, he'd better come to Umbridge's office early to make a good impression on her.

Harry turned and walked towards Umbridge's office.

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

Harry walked in cautiously, looking around.

Harry had been familiar with the office when the previous owners had lived there.

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

After Lupine lived in, every time he came in to look for him, it was possible to meet some very interesting evil animal, locked in a cage or box.

During the time of Sirius, it was full of all kinds of interesting Auror props and delicious candies.

And when the fake Moody lived here, the room was full of all sorts of utensils and artefacts, used to detect other people's misbehavior and hiding places, but they were all damaged, really Mad-Eye When I came back, I threw away all those things and replaced them with another batch.

Now, Harry barely recognized the room at all.

Lacey throws and tablecloths covered everything, and there were several vases filled with dried flowers, each on a Each plate has a large, brightly colored cat with a different bow around its neck.

Honestly, these things are disgusting!

Harry was so frightened that he just stared at them until Professor Umbridge spoke...