Together [HP]

It wasn't too late when Jacqueline and Pansy rushed over. Ginny and Luna were singing "Weasley is our king" loudly, while Umbridge directed Crabbe and the others to catch Arresting the two of them, he strode towards his office.

"Tell me you don't know anything about this," Malfoy said in a low, menacing voice.

"I was just talking to..." Before Jacqueline finished speaking, she ran past Umbridge quickly, because at this moment Hermione ran out from somewhere in the office and tried to stop them.

Jacqueline jumped ahead of Millicent and grabbed Hermione, squeezing her mouth tightly.

"Looks like your little girlfriend is not good, Graham." Malfoy laughed, and Umbridge walked to the fireplace, where she fumbled with it.Then pulled Harry by the hair and dragged him out of the fire.

"Don't struggle too hard." Jacqueline grabbed Hermione's hands 'hardly', she carried them behind Hermione's back, and pushed her against the wall. "I can't trap you. And don't worry, I've told Professor Snape."

"How did she find out?" Hermione asked in a low voice, writhing.

"I don't know..." said Jacqueline, turning Hermione so she could see clearly what was going on in the office.At this moment Umbridge shouted. "Take his wand, and hers."

"Ah," Jacqueline responded, and she whispered into Hermione's ear, "I think she was talking about you, Miss Granger." Jacqueline grabbed Hermione firmly with one hand. She touched Hermione's waist with her free hand, "Tell me, Miss Granger, where do you like to keep your wand?"

"It's on my waist... a little to the left, no, no, Jacqueline, right, yes, um, up no no no, a little down."

After fondling Hermione's waist, Jacqueline reached into Hermione's robe, took out her wand, and put it in her sleeve.

Jacqueline looked up and took a quick look at Malfoy, who was leaning on the window sill, throwing Harry's wand into the air with one hand and catching it again while smiling triumphantly, "There should be an anti-theft charm on her door ’” Jacqueline whispered in the confusion, “just like I told you last year.”

"Yeah." Hermione said unwillingly. She turned her face and glanced at Ron, Ginny, Luna and Neville who were captured by several tall students. "I will be careful in the future."

"I'd rather it never happened again," Jacqueline whispered, at which point Harry growled, "It's none of your business who I talk to."

"Very well," said Umbridge, in the most frighteningly false mildness, "very well, Mr. Potter, I offered you the opportunity to confess to me unsolicited. You refused. I had no choice but to Force you. Draco, get Professor Snape."

Malfoy packed Harry's wand into his robes and left the room with a smug smile.

"Professor Snape really already knows about this?" Hermione asked, struggling hard, "Has he, um, contacted Sirius?"

"I'm not sure." Jacqueline shook her head, and at this moment there were footsteps in the corridor, and Malfoy walked into the door, which was open and waiting for Snape to come in.

"You want to see me, Headmaster?" said Snape.With a cold expression, he glanced at every struggling student.Jacqueline turned her head surreptitiously, made brief eye contact with him, then turned her head again, pretending to be trying to control Hermione.

"Ah, Professor Snape," Umbridge said, standing up smiling, "yes, I want another bottle of Veritaserum, the sooner the better, please."

"Last time you took my last bottle of interrogation porter," he said, looking at her coldly through his greasy, curtain-like black hair, "you probably didn't use it all up? I told you. You, three drops are enough."

Umbridge blushed.

"Could you make some more?" she said, her voice growing sweet like a little girl's, as it always did when she was annoyed.

"Of course," Snape said with a curl of lips, "that would take a full moon cycle to prepare, so I'll have it ready for you in about a month."

"A month?" Umbridge shouted gruffly, raising his voice like a toad. "A month? But I want it tonight, Snape! I just found out Potter was using my fire with an or A few unknown people contacted!"

"Really?" said Snape, turning to look at Harry, showing a slight interest for the first time, "Well, I'm not surprised. Potter never showed much desire to obey the school rules. "

"I want to interrogate him!" Umbridge yelled, and Snape looked away from Harry and back to Umbridge's violently twitching face. "I wish you could give me a potion." , to force him to tell me the truth!"

"I've told you," said Snape quietly, "that I don't have any more Veritaserum. Unless you wish to poison Potter, and if you do, I can assure you that I I would agree with you very much. Otherwise I can't help you. The only trouble is that most poisons work so fast that the victim doesn't have much time to tell the truth."

"You're still on probation!" screamed Professor Umbridge, and Snape looked at her again, raising his eyebrows slightly. "You deliberately don't help! Lucius Malfoy always admires you so much, I expected you to do better! Get out of my office immediately!" Snape bowed sarcastically to her, and turned left.

"He's got Padfoot!" Harry exclaimed suddenly. "He's got Padfoot where the thing was hiding!"

Snape stopped with one hand on Umbridge's doorknob.

"Bigfoot?" shouted Professor Umbridge, looking eagerly from Harry to Snape. "What is Bigfoot? What's hiding somewhere? What the hell does he mean, Snape?"

"I don't know," said Snape coldly. "Potter, I'll give you a nonsense drink when I want people to yell at me. And Crabbe, you strangle me a little bit more. If Longbottom is smothered, and that means many tedious reports. If you apply for a job, I'm afraid I'll have to mention that in your identification as well."

He slammed the door behind him.

"What does he mean?" Hermione writhed, she sounded like she was about to cry, "Didn't you say he knew?"

"Then what do you want him to say?" Jacqueline put her arms around her body, and tightly locked Hermione in her arms, "You don't expect him to be exposed in front of Umbridge! "

"The Cruciatus Curse should get you to talk," Umbridge said softly now.

"No!" Hermione screamed, sounding terrified, "Professor Umbridge, it's illegal."

But Umbridge didn't hear, and raised her wand at Harry.

"The Minister doesn't want you breaking the law, Professor Umbridge!" cried Hermione.

"As long as Connelly doesn't know about it, it won't upset him," said Umbridge.Panting slightly, she pointed her wand back and forth at various places on Harry's body, apparently trying to decide which would hurt the most. "He never knew, for example, that I ordered the dementors to go after Potter last summer, but he was glad to have the chance to fire him, and he's the same now."

"Is that you?" Harry gasped. "You sent dementors after me?"

"Someone has to act," Umbridge murmured, her wand paused, and then pointed to Harry's forehead, "They're all muttering about how to shut you up and discredit you, But I was the only one who actually took action. And you managed to escape, didn't you, Potter? But not today, not now," she cried, taking a deep breath, "Drilling..."

"No!" cried Hermione hoarsely. "No, Harry, we have to tell her!"

"Never!" Harry yelled.

"We have to tell her, Harry, she's going to force you to say it anyway, so what's the point?" Hermione burst into tears suddenly.Jacqueline was taken aback, but she immediately noticed that Hermione didn't have a tear on her face.

"You don't want to do that," Jacqueline whispered. "It's too dangerous."

"Very well, very well!" said Umbridge triumphantly. "This questionable lady is going to give us some answers! Then come here, little girl, come here!"

"Oh my, yes, no!" Ron yelled through the gag.

"I, I'm sorry everyone," said Hermione, with Jacqueline behind her, her hands tucked into her sleeves, clutching her wand tightly, "but, I can't take it."

"That's right, that's right, little girl!" said Umbridge, grabbing Hermione by the shoulders, pinning her down on the chintz-covered chair, and leaning over her, "Then, Who was Potter talking to just now?"

"Well," Hermione choked up, covering her face with her hands, "well, he wanted to talk to Professor Dumbledore."

"Dumbledore?" Umbridge asked eagerly. "And you know where he is?"

"Well, no!" whimpered Hermione. "We tried the Leaky Cauldron and the Three Broomsticks in Diagon Alley, and even a pig's head."

"Stupid girl, the whole Ministry of Magic is looking for Dumbledore, he won't be sitting in a bar!" cried Umbridge, disappointment showing in every sagging line of her face .

"But, but we have to tell him something important!" cried Hermione, her hands covering her face even tighter.

"Really?" said Umbridge, suddenly excited again. "What are you going to tell him?"

"We, we're going to tell him, that's ready, ready!" Hermione choked up.

"What's ready?" demanded Umbridge, now grabbing Hermione's shoulders again and shaking her slightly. "What's ready, little girl?"

"That, that weapon," said Hermione.

"Weapons? Weapons?" Umbridge asked, her eyes seeming to pop out with excitement. "You're working on some kind of countermeasure? A weapon you could use against the Ministry of Magic? In Dumbledore, of course." Lido's order?"

"Yes, yes, yes," said Hermione breathlessly, "but he had to leave before it was done, and now, now, now we've done it for him, and we haven't, no, Can't find him, well, well, tell him!"

"What kind of weapon is that?" Umbridge asked sternly, his stubby hands still clutching Hermione's shoulders.

"We don't know that weapon very, very well," said Hermione, sniffling loudly, "we just, just, just did what Dumbledore taught us, taught us, to, to, to do. .”

Umbridge straightened up, looking elated.

"Take me to that weapon," she said.

"I don't want to show them," Hermione squealed, looking around at the Slytherins through her fingers.

"It's not your turn to make terms," ​​said Umbridge sternly.

"Well," said Hermione and sobbed again, covering her face, "well, let them see it, I hope they can use it against you! In fact, I hope you get a lot of people to see it! Then - that's what you deserve. Oh, I'd be glad if the whole school knew where it was and how it worked, used it, and if you pissed them off, they could get back at you! "

Those words had a huge effect on Umbridge: she immediately cast a suspicious glance at her investigative operations team.

Jacqueline had already put on an indifferent expression at this time, "Even if you are my girlfriend, don't talk nonsense, Miss Granger. I have no interest in that weapon at all. In fact, I wish I could Stay here, lest anyone think this is just an excuse for my collusion with you."

Malfoy opened his mouth wide. He looked at Hermione and Jacqueline with a suddenly realized expression, "Yes, it must be like this. Professor Umbridge, they are in collusion. Granger is just trying to trick you open, so that Graham can rescue her companion."

"What nonsense are you talking about?" Jacqueline frowned dissatisfied, "I only defeated one troll in the first grade, I can't kill five of you alone, but if Weasley and the others still If you have a wand, that's another story."

Umbridge looked at Hermione carefully for a moment, then said in what she thought to be a motherly voice, "Well, dear, I'll just take your girlfriend, and Potter, just in case. Okay? Now, stand up."

"Professor," Malfoy said eagerly, "Professor Umbridge, I think some members of the Operations team should go with you. It's easy to take care of..."

"I'm a perfectly competent Ministry officer, Malfoy. Do you really think I can't handle two wandless teenagers alone?" Umbridge asked sharply. "Anyway, it doesn't sound like a weapon for students to see. You stay here until I get back and make sure none of these people are there," she gestured to Ron, Ginny, Neville and Luna, "Run away."

"No problem." Malfoy said sullenly, disappointed.

"You two can walk ahead of me and lead me the way." Umbridge pointed his wand at Harry and Hermione and said, "Lead the way."