Harry Potter's Bastard

"Potter. Professor McGonagall looked at Harry dissatisfied, who had just said something unaware.

"You know where she's from, and I think you understand why she came to Hogwarts, and it's unwise to be in conflict with her at this time. "

"Okay. Harry looked at the note on the table, "What's written on it?"

"It's written that she's going to put you in confinement every night this week, starting tomorrow. Professor McGonagall looked down at Umbridge's note again.

"Every night?!" Harry was shocked, he only had plenty of time for the night, and if he went to confinement every night, it would mean that he would have to write his homework late, that he wouldn't be able to attend the Quidditch team's training, and that he wouldn't be able to go to the small classroom to practice spells......

"But, Professor McGonagall, you can't ......"

"No, I can't. Professor McGonagall said flatly.

"But, Quidditch ......" Harry tried to explain the seriousness of the matter to Professor McGonagall.

"She is your teacher, and she has every right to confine you down. You'll start going to her office tomorrow at five o'clock in the afternoon, and you'll start your first time. Remember: in Dolores. Be careful around Umbridge. Professor McGonagall said helplessly.

"Just because I told the truth?" Harry asked, "Voldemort is back, you know." Professor Dumbledore knew he had-"

"For God's sake, Potter!" said Professor McGonagall, straightening her glasses angrily, "Do you really think the problem is telling the truth or lying?

For Harry, having dinner in the Great Hall that night was not a pleasant experience. The news of his quarrel with Umbridge spread far and wide, and even by Hogwarts standards, it spread surprisingly fast. As he sat between Ron and Hermione and began to eat, he heard a whisper around him. Interestingly, none of the people who were talking to each other seemed to care if he heard them or not.

In fact, the vast majority of Hogwarts students believe that Voldemort has returned. Here it is necessary to praise the presence of Karkarov. At the end of last semester, on Karkaroff's left arm, the students saw the legendary Dark Mark for the first time, as the so-called seeing is believing, although they did not see Voldemort with their own eyes, but the twisted, vivid, and malicious Black Mark mark on Karkaroff's arm still gave the students a great impact.

When the mystery man tries to summon his men, all he needs to do is touch the Dark Mark of a Death Eater, and then the Dark Mark on the arm of the remaining Death Eater will start to burn, and the rest of them will know that their master is summoning them......" or more or less the same description is found in many published books.

In the decades since Voldemort's defeat, people have written about Voldemort and his men: who the Death Eaters were, what families they came from, how many dark creatures Voldemort had under his command, how many evil things they had done, how many people these Death Eaters had killed...... And so on and so forth......

Many children from wizarding families have heard these stories to a greater or lesser extent. After they saw the living Dark Mark for themselves, many of the students agreed with the fact that the wizarding world would no longer be peaceful, even if they were reluctant to admit that the Dark Lord had returned.

This was especially true after the students learned that Harry had been attacked by the Dementors during the summer vacation, and Ron also trumpeted that Harry had been persecuted by the Ministry of Magic for using the Patronus Charm to protect himself from the Dementors, and from this point of view, Ron was somewhat useful, and he let the students in the school know what happened during the holidays in the shortest possible time, including the use of the Wizengamot to try Harry because of such a trivial matter as casting spells outside the school, and the Ministry of Magic's attempt to expel Harry from Hogwarts.

The big hall for dinner was full of commotion, and this kind of formation was comparable to that of the opening dinner. Everyone didn't have time to eat, so they tried to eat as much as they could.

"What the hell are you looking at? I don't believe there's anything in this book that interests you. From the moment she entered the Great Hall and sat next to Solim, Sylna noticed that something was wrong, her brother was holding the copy of "The Theory of Magical Defence Theory" and reading it with fascination. Slinka's book was also a fourth-grade textbook, and Sylna had no desire to open it after turning two pages. And the theories covered in the book are not believed to be of interest to her brother.

Solim didn't move, just mechanically shoved the apple pie into his mouth.

"Hey!"

"Don't 'feed' it. Draco sniffled, "He's been in Umbridge's class since he didn't even look up when the classroom was so lively. "

Sylna frowned, squinted her eyes and snatched the book away. That's when Solim reacted.

"What for?" said Solim looked at Sylna disapprovingly.

"What are you doing?" said Sylna, pressing the book directly under her plate, "It's dinner! I'll give it back to you when you're done." "

"What's the matter with this book? I don't believe you'll be interested in it. Sylna said.

"The cover is, but the contents are not. Solim didn't dwell too much on it and began to honestly destroy the food. "The spell materials given by Professor Flitwick were very helpful to me. "

"Hey, look at Gryffindor!" Draco suddenly motioned for Solim and Sylna to look back, but neither brother nor sister moved.

"What's wrong?" Solim thought that it would be better to take two more bites of apple pie if he had the skill of turning his head.

"Potter seems to have fallen out with Granger. There was not the slightest hint of schadenfreude in Draco's tone, if he had been in his first or second year, he would have been grinning at the show. However, after all these years, after so much experience, Draco, who had already understood the burden on his shoulders, had long since lost that interest, and Harry and Hermione were also his partners in a way.

The only person who could get Draco excited with taunts and sarcasm right now was Ron.

He even went to Flint today to get back on the Quidditch team in Slytherin - Flint, who had just been discharged from the hospital, naturally didn't give Draco a good look. Sometimes Solim felt that Draco had a morbid obsession with watching Ron make a fool of himself.

Harry strode down the empty hallway, returning to Gryffindor's tower. The rain crackled against the window panes. Harry felt like the day had been going on for a week, and he had a lot of homework to complete before he went to bed.

The common room was almost empty, and almost all of the students were still eating dinner below. Harry sank into the couch by the fireplace, he knew he was a little impulsive in class today, but Harry didn't regret it, at least he could make Umbridge's face look clearer.

Even though it cost Harry a lot, he felt it was worth it, and Harry didn't care about deducting points and confinement, the only thing that made Harry feel sorry was that he wouldn't be able to participate in Quidditch training for the next week.