Harry Potter and the Secret Treasures

At 5 p.m., Ivan and Harry went to Umbridge's office to be confined and punished.

Not surprisingly, she took out the black quill in this confinement and placed it in front of two people.

She grinned with a big mouth and smiled complacently, telling Ivan and Harry that proper pain would make them both sober.

“But Professor, Professor McGonagall said you are not allowed to use this dangerous quill again.” Ivan said.

“I'm in charge here, Mr. Mason, and I think a little pain is a good thing for both of you to learn what it is to know the difference between fantasy and reality.” Umbridge said in a sweet and tedious voice, "Well, we better not waste time, you two know the rules, with this feather pen: I can't lie until I'm satisfied. ”

“Well, are you sure you want me to write this with this quill?” Ivan asked again, "I must emphasize once again that I think this pen and its dangers leave indelible marks on the human body. ”

“It will not endanger your life, it will only make you remember your true purpose. Umbridge was proud to say that he seemed to think Ivan was scared," but if you could promise not to continue spreading rumours or publish them in the newspapers, I could put an end to this punishment, after all, in order to make the two of you aware of your mistakes. ”

“Oh, I'll write a sentence!” Ivan's prolonged voice replied, "After all, the truth is undeniable. ”

Harry sighed, and now it's time. What's the use of all this, Ivan?

In his view, this would be of no use, except to make their punishment in Umbridge seem marginally weaker and to make her more proud.

He confessed to picking up the black quill, and this time Ivan was with him, more or less better.

But the next second, Harry saw Ivan's feathers flashing through the black glow, a complicated magic spell flashing by, he blinked, making sure he wasn't mistaken, Harry saw Ivan smile at himself and started writing down.

Ivan dropped the tip of the quill on the paper and wrote: I can't lie.

“Ah!” Always proudly watched the two Umbridge make a painful scream.

Harry stunned and noticed that Ivan's back had not been cut off. Instead, a line appeared on Umbridge's cheek, a red piece, bleeding, deep into the flesh, as if it had been engraved with an anatomical knife...

Harry was confused for a while and didn't respond. What's the matter with this?

Until Ivan wrote it again, Umbridge shouted again, holding his face in his hand and twisting it together with his wide mouth like a toad, Harry suddenly realized, immediately followed by ecstasy, the magic that Ivan had just cast, and he let the feather pen handle the damage they had done to Umbridge's face.

This is amazing, how did he do it?!

Harry was so excited to stare at what was happening in front of him!

Ivan has also been telling him to be patient, not to mess with Umbridge, and now he's doing more than he's done.

Umbridge reacted quickly, knowing Ivan was up to something.

As soon as Ivan writes, her cheek hurts like a meat cut with a knife.

It was the magic on the feather pen, and he transferred the damage to her, and the feeling was horrible, as if he was really cutting her flesh with a knife, and the blood went down her cheek, making her look even more horrible.

“Stop, stop, you nasty bastard, how dare you...” Umbridge screamed deeply.

“I'm sorry, Professor, what are you talking about?” Ivan asked, writing a handwritten feather pen goes on and on at extremely fast speeds.

“Ah, I said stop, ah, stop, stop writing!” Umbridge shouted in a sharp voice, trying to grab Ivan's feather pen.

But a flash of red flashed and Umbridge flied out backwards, falling heavily on the ground.

“Professor, I want you to calm down, Hogwarts' school rules and the laws of the Ministry of Magic do not stipulate that professors have the right to attack students who cannot defend themselves properly.” Ivan said, "and I'm now accepting your punishment for me, and you just told me clearly and unequivocally that I can't stop writing until you're satisfied, and I'm not sure if you're satisfied right now. ”

As Ivan moved, Umbridge's face burned with pain, the words engraved into his skin over and over again, and after a few seconds, the wound healed quickly, but Ivan wrote too fast, and the skin healed slower than it had been cut.

A red scratch lingered there, revealing fine blood beads.

If Ivan writes again, Umbridge is afraid to break the face. The damage caused by this sorcery is difficult to heal. Wherever she goes, the first thing people see is her face: I can't lie.

She deserved it, and Harry was happy to think that the discontent she had accumulated since school began had been swept away.

“Stop it, you regret it, Mason. Griffin deducts an extra hundred percent. I'm gonna fire you!” Umbridge shouted loudly.

She endured the pain, took out the wand and cast some magic on Evan.

But it didn't work at all, and the green light flew towards Ivan, making a few noises.

A red, beautifully patterned shield appeared in front of Ivan, blocking all of Umbridge's magic.

As long as she doesn't use a killing spell or a few other special spells, Ivan is confident that this shield will block the attack.

If Umbridge faints and uses that kind of extreme magic, she's in real trouble!

Whether she is a senior investigator or a special deputy minister of the Ministry of Magic or not, the use of an unforgivable spell against Ivan is enough to keep her in Azkaban.

“Stop, Mason!” Umbridge said in a euphoric tone that the attack was ineffective and the threat ineffective, and she seemed to finally recognize the current situation, and the pain on her face was almost unbearable...

“Professor, I'm so stupid that I haven't heard you say you're satisfied, not sure if you should stop punishing me.” Ivan learns Umbridge, sayingly, that he's figured out how this thing just ended!

“Satisfied, I'm very satisfied, you did well, Mr. Mason, now stop! ”

“Yes, Professor!” Ivan said, "But I'm still going to say that it's too dangerous for you to really stop using this quill in the future! ”