Harry Potter and the Legend of the Temple

In this class, Umbridge didn't do anything else, she just asked questions among the students.

Fortunately, the students didn't have any personal opinions about Professor Flitwick, and they all answered honestly about their feelings.

Professor Flitwick was not interested in what the students answered. While Umbridge was asking questions everywhere, he patiently taught the students various questions about the Flying Curse.

When the bell rang, the students all walked out of the classroom one after another. Louis deliberately paused at the door for a while.

"When did you start teaching?"

Umbridge walked up to Flitwick again and asked.

"Ah, probably more than twenty years."

Professor Flitwick was patient, but Umbridge was unhappy with the outcome.

"Can you be more specific?"

"I forgot the specifics. I can only vaguely remember that my first class was probably in 1970."

"Okay." Umbridge shook her head, "You will get your report in ten days."

"Great, thank you, Professor Umbridge."

Flitwick still looked expectant, but judging from Umbridge's expression, the outcome would not be good.

Louis sincerely thinks that the Flivi people are actually pretty good, so it would be a pity if they were really screwed over by this investigation result.

Umbridge was not seen in the Potions class in the afternoon. Snape still had that stinking face. However, according to Astoria, Snape had accepted Umbridge's investigation. It was during the fifth grade class in the morning.

"I really think she did it on purpose." Astoria lowered her voice and said in his ear, "What's the point of doing this? I don't quite understand."

No one can do what Umbridge does. Every action she takes is on behalf of the interests of the Ministry of Magic, or in other words, her own interests.

After the Potions class, Louis was attracted by the quarrel in the corridor. Many students gathered there, and Louis seemed to hear Umbridge's voice.

"Sorry, Minerva, are you still insinuating something?"

"I just ask that you follow the rules when punishing students."

Louis walked over and squeezed in among the students. He saw Professor McGonagall and Umbridge standing on the stairs arguing.

"But it sounds to me like you're questioning my authority in the classroom?"

"It's not Dolores." Professor McGonagall took a step forward to be level with her, "I'm just questioning your way of handling things..."

"I want to make something clear." Umbridge immediately interrupted her, "I don't care what you think. If you question my methods, you are questioning the Ministry of Magic, which means questioning the Minister himself!"

"Although I am generous about everything, there is one thing I will never tolerate, and that is disloyalty to the minister." Umbridge was so imposing that Professor McGonagall was stunned for a moment.

"Minerva, you are going against the entire Ministry of Magic."

"Disloyal..."

Professor McGonagall wanted to reach out to pull her, but the old woman deftly dodged it.

"It seems that Hogwarts is more serious than I thought." Umbridge turned to the students and said, "Don't worry, the minister will definitely take corresponding measures to improve Hogwarts."

After she finished speaking, she walked upstairs. Professor McGonagall sighed and dismissed the surrounding students.

No one noticed that when Professor McGonagall and Umbridge were pushing each other, a quill fell out of the toad's pocket.

After the crowd dispersed, Louis carefully picked it up from the ground. In appearance, it was no different from an ordinary quill. Just when Louis was about to hold it tightly, Lius's voice suddenly came to mind.

"Don't move, this thing is dangerous."

"What?"

"Black magic." Lius' tone was extremely serious, "I smell the smell of black magic."

"Is there dark magic in this?"

"Well, at least it's a dark magic item." Lius thought for a while, "I think you have to show this to a professional. This thing is not simple."

professional? Louis thought of someone.

It was night, on the fifth floor of the castle, and Moody, the former Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher, put his prosthetic leg on a chair.

His office is the same as last year, except that since he is no longer a Defense Against the Dark Arts professor, the indoor area is not too large.

There was a magic mirror hanging on the wall. Moody was whistling, with a contented look on his face, and he used his wand to move the bed over from a short distance away.

Just when he was about to take a rest, there was a sound of the door lock being opened from the door. Moody subconsciously pointed his wand at the door, and his whole body was suddenly full of vigilance.

"Don't panic, Professor Moody, it's me."

The Disguise Spell came into contact and Louis appeared in front of Moody, which made Moody relax.

"Sorry, I've been used to it for many years." Moody put the wand aside, "Why, you came to me so late."

"It's something important, Professor Moody. I want you to take a look at this."

Louis handed Moody the quill he picked up in the afternoon. The old man frowned and tapped the quill with his wand, and then a look of extreme astonishment appeared on his face.

"This...where did you get this thing?"

Judging from Moody's expression, this quill may be more terrifying than he imagined.

"Professor Moody, do you know this?"

"I've seen it before, about thirty years ago." Moody was horrified. "This is an extremely evil black magic that achieves its goals by absorbing human blood. This level of evil is comparable to the three unforgivables. curse."

"That's the bloodthirsty curse?"

"Yes, huh?" Moody looked at Louis in surprise, "You know?"

"Well, Dumbledore gave me some popular science." Louis made an excuse at random. He couldn't tell Moody that he was learning dark magic.

"That's good. Knowing more about it will be good for your future."

Moody pointed at the quill and said.

"It looks like a regular quill when you're holding it, but once you hold it tight it's ready to write."

Moody gave him a demonstration. The moment he tightened his grip, the entire white quill suddenly turned into a ferocious blood color, as if it was connected to the blood vessels in the human body. Like a blood-sucking demon.

"The bloodthirsty curse inside it will be triggered. If I don't write it, it will have no effect on me."

It seemed that what Harry was suffering from was really a dark magic item, so how did Umbridge get it?

"Professor Moody, is it possible for this kind of thing to be directly circulated on the market?"

"No, it's impossible now." Moody shook his head decisively, "It would have been possible thirty years ago. These things were often sold as magic items, especially magic jokes. Many joke workshops were banned back then. "

After listening to what Moody said, Lewis looked at the quill on the table, thoughtfully.