Chapter 954: Scars and Omens

While the trials on the field were going on, Harry was still in Umbridge for the last time, and he kept writing the words "I must not lie" on the parchment, hoping that this would be the last time that this The woman is in confinement.

Umbridge had just told him that she had reordered new black quills, which would be delivered next week.

The subtext of this sentence is that if Harry makes another mistake, it is not as simple as writing a sentence. She will not hesitate to punish Harry with the bloody punishment before, and Harry doesn't care. Threatening without telling the truth.

But as Ai Wen said, there is no need to argue with her, this woman is hopeless.

Umbridge is now focusing on evaluating the professors, and has no time to talk to Ivan and Harry.

One week was enough for her to get a general idea of ​​the situation, and she was a little disappointed that, except for the castle administrator Filch, no professor had taken the initiative to join her or expressed support for her reforms so far. .

The whole of Hogwarts is monolithic, everyone supports Dumbledore, they seem to be dismissive of her assessment and the majesty of the Ministry of Magic.

Umbridge is determined to drive away a professor, only in this way can he establish his prestige.

And she has a new plan. Lucius Malfoy and some pure-blood wizard families took the initiative to contact her earlier today. They are very interested in her status as a senior investigator and hope she can do something. go dumbledore

Although she has no supporters in this castle, the strength behind her is not comparable to this magic school.

If this is a one-day competition, she is confident that she can win the final victory.

Seeing that Umbridge had left him alone, Harry ventured a glance out the window.

He could see the figures of the Gryffindor Quidditch team flying up and down the field in the distance, and there were a dozen or so dark figures standing under the three tall goalposts, obviously waiting Be a goalkeeper.

It was impossible to see which one was Ron because they were so far away.

Harry wrote a few more words, pretending to move closer to the table, and he could hear Umbridge's quill writing.

He looked up again, and whoever was defending the goalposts was doing badly.

In the few seconds Harry mustered up the courage to peek, Katie Bell scored twice.

He lowered his gaze, looked at the long parchment that was less than a fifth written, and wished that the goalkeeper wasn't Ron.

In this way, Harry looked up secretly for a few seconds while writing "I must not lie" from time to time.

He saw a goalkeeper save all the balls, and there was a cheer erupting from the field, which could be heard faintly from the castle, and Harry wasn't sure if it was Ron, because the guy was acting too alright!

Based on his understanding of helping Ron in training these days, it is a bit difficult for Ron to do this.

Just like that, the sky gradually darkened, Harry couldn't see anything, and his parchment was full of the words "I must not lie", and his wrist was so sore that he didn't have the strength to write any more.

"Mr. Potter, I hope you can remember your words. If there is another time, it will not be so simple!" Umbridge said softly, walked over, and took the letter from Harry. parchment.

Harry touched her stubby, ringed hand and felt a sudden, burning pain from the scar on his forehead.

At the same time, somewhere in his upper stomach he was having a very strange sensation.

Harry woke up instantly and stared straight at her.

She looked at him too, with a smile on her face that stretched her wide, puffy mouth wide.

"Okay, Mr. Potter, you can go!" said Umbridge, not noticing anything unusual about Harry.

Harry picked up his schoolbag and left the room, his heart beating loud and fast.

His scar hasn't hurt for a long time, and Ivan said that his scar pain can only be related to Voldemort.

Some terrible thoughts popped into Harry's mind, and he kept his cool, saying to himself as he ran up the stairs in threes and twos, keep calm, it doesn't have to be what you think it is.

Anyway, he has to talk to Ivan, Juan, and tell him the news.

"Meebo Meebo!" Harry gasped to the Fat Lady, and the portrait opened up again.

He froze for a moment, and was greeted by a commotion.

Ron ran towards him, all smiles on his face, a goblet in his hand, butter spilled all over his chest.

"Harry, I succeeded, I was selected, and I'm the goalkeeper!" Ron cried in his voice.

"What? Oh, that's great!" said Harry, trying to smile naturally, his heart still beating wildly.

"Drink some butter!" Ron slipped him a bottle, "I can't believe it"

"Where did Ivan go?" Harry asked hurriedly.

"Oh, he's there, with Hermione." Ron said, looking a little overwhelmed, not paying attention to Harry's tone, "I was selected, and Ivan's star-seeking was also successfully produced, Gran Double happiness for Fendo today, we will definitely win the Quidditch trophy this year."

"Yeah, we will definitely win." Harry looked up and saw Ivan and Hermione sitting on the sofa by the fire, a piece of cardboard popped out of Ivan's arms, and he was writing something quickly on it with his head down, Hermione Min dozed off next to him, the wine glass in her hand tilted to the side, about to spill.

Harry wanted to go, but he and Ron were overwhelmed by Lavender and a group of girls, and everyone was very happy.

"Harry, you're back!" Angelina and Katie walked over, "We have a new goalkeeper."

"Come on, Ron, see if Oliver's old robe fits you well, Oliver gave it to me when he graduated and I just turned it out." Katie said with a smile, "We can take his Take the name off and put yours on it, he will certainly agree, and we can write to him and tell him about it."

Ron walked over, and Angelina walked up to Harry.

"I'm sorry I was rough with you earlier, Potter," she said abruptly, taking a few sips of butter. "It's stressful being a boss, you know, and sometimes I feel a little like Wood gone."

She looked over the rim of the goblet at Ron, frowning slightly.

"Well, I know he's your best friend, but I can definitely say he's not ideal!" she said bluntly. , I think he'll be fine with some practice, he's had some good Quidditch players in his family. To be honest, I hope he'll be more talented in the future than he is today. The Frobishers and Jay Free Hooper flies better than him tonight, but Hooper whines and whines endlessly about trivial things. Vicky and Winnie have too many social activities, and they themselves Admittedly, you can't even join the team practice. Anyway, we have a car practice at two o'clock tomorrow afternoon, the first practice this semester, you must go this time, bring your Firebolt. We will then You can also test Aiwen's Star Picker and compare it with the Firebolt. By the way, I have one more thing to ask of you, to help Ron as much as possible, okay?"

Harry nodded, and Angelina slowly walked back to find Alicia.

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