HP Magic Biography

Harry, calm down. Fan Lin urged in a low voice, but it didn't help.

No noise is allowed, Mr. Valentin, I think as the president of the student union, you have to set an example, don't you? Umbridge let out a grinning laugh, For some people who don't know the rules people……

So, what happened to Cedric can also be solved by an accident? Harry said angrily, and Umbridge's attitude irritated him very well.

Everyone cheered up, except for Fan Lin and the others, no one knew what happened that night at all.

Cedric disappeared, and Harry came back alone. When Cedric appeared, Cedric had already changed his temperament, and it seemed that something terrible had happened to him.

And according to Hogwarts rumors, it is said that Cedric was transformed into a vampire,

Oh, that's really a sad result. Umbridge said coldly,

It was a conspiracy, said Harry. He could feel himself shaking with anger. He just told everyone about it, at least 30 classmates who were listening eagerly. Voldemort killed him, and that stuff, you know.

What do I know? Umbridge seemed to hear some joke.

Cedric had an accident, said Harry.

Then what do you mean, you killed him? I'm sorry, but your words have to make me think so. Umbridge shook his head, So, what do you think, Potter? Maybe, we still need Another trip to the Wizengamot?

Oh, yes! Harry nodded, if that brings you back to reality.

There was no expression on Professor Umbridge's face.

For a moment, Harry thought she might scream at him.

Then she said in her softest, sweetest, girlish voice, I'm sorry, Mr. Potter, but I think you're not quite up to par at the moment.

Umbridge looked at Harry dangerously, We are teachers and students, so...

Umbridge paused.

Come here, Mr Potter, dear.

Harry got out of his chair and strode past Fan Lin and over to the teacher's desk.

He could feel the entire classroom holding their breath. He was so angry that he didn't even notice what happened next.

Professor Umbridge took a roll of pink parchment from her handbag, spread it flat on the table, dipped a quill into the ink and began scribbling.

She arched her back so Harry couldn't see what she was writing. A minute later, she rolled up the parchment and tapped her wand lightly, which glued the seams of the parchment so Harry couldn't open it.

Give this note to Professor McGonagall, dear, said Professor Umbridge, handing him the parchment.

He took it, turned around and walked out of the room without saying a word, without even looking at Fan Lin and the others, he slammed the classroom door shut.

He was walking quickly down the corridor, the note for Professor McGonagall clutched tightly in his hand, but suddenly after a sharp turn he came across Peeves, a small man with a wide mouth floating behind him in the air, and play on the inkwell.

Why is this a little Potter! Peeves giggled. And smeared the walls with ink.

Harry jumped back, swearing and leaving the road. Go away, Peeves.

Oh, whimsy makes you cranky, said Peeves. Follow Harry down the corridor, glancing at him maliciously from above. What time is it? My little friend? Hearing voices? Seeing visions? Talking...

Peeves gave a loud 'pooh', You can't talk?

I said, leave, leave me alone! Harry yelled, almost throwing a spell of unknown origin.

Run down the nearest stairs, but Peeves slid down the banister and followed him.

Oh, a lot of people think he's screaming, little one, but some good people think he's just sad, and Peeves knows best enough to know he's mad—

Shut up! A door to his left swung open, and Professor McGonagall emerged from her office, looking grim and annoyed.

What the hell are you shouting about, Potter? she snapped, as Peeves happily disappeared from view. Why aren't you in the classroom?

I was sent to see you, said Harry stiffly.

Send? What do you mean, send?

Harry stiffened, and then he produced Professor Umbridge's note. Professor McGonagall took it, frowned, and tore it open with her wand, flattened it and began to look.

Harry surveyed his surroundings as she read what Umbridge had written.

Come in here, Potter. Harry followed Professor McGonagall into the room. The door closed automatically behind him.

Well, now, said Professor McGonagall, circling him. Is this true?

What's true? Harry asked, as if intending to be more positive. Professor? Harry added.

Is it true that you yelled at Professor Umbridge?

Yes, said Harry.

You call her a liar?

Yes.

You told her that the man who can't even mention the name is back?

Yes.

Professor McGonagall sat down behind the table and watched him closely. Then she said, Have a biscuit, Potter.

Eat a—what?

Have a cookie, she repeated impatiently, pointing to a checkered tin on a stack of papers on her desk. And sit down.

Harry had been here before, when he first joined the Quidditch team. He sat on a chair and ate a biscuit. Professor McGonagall also temporarily put down Professor Umbridge's note and looked at Harry seriously.

Potter, you have to be careful. Harry swallowed the biscuit and looked at her.

Professor McGonagall's voice was not what it had been; it was no longer strong, stern, fresh; it was dull and worried. Misbehavior in Professor Umbridge's class should be more than 50 points and detention.

That is……

Use your usual sense, Potter, said Professor McGonagall sternly, reverting suddenly to her old self. You know where she's from, who she's working for, and, you know who she's going to report this to.

The bell for the end of get out of class rang. There was a clumsy sound overhead—it was a hundred students moving.

Here it says she will lock you up every night, starting tomorrow, said Professor McGonagall, looking down at Professor Umbridge's note again.

Every night this week! Harry repeated, horrified in his words. But, Professor, you can't...

No, I can't... said Professor McGonagall feebly.

but……

She is your teacher and puts you in detention every night. You go to her room at five o'clock tomorrow, first. Just remember: you must stay with Professor Umbridge.