[HP] This Evil

Umbridge had a crush on Catherine's father, Alfonso Ferrara, when she was a student. When she finally plucked up the courage to confess, she was severely humiliated by Alfonso. Since then, she has been with Ferrara. The family is at odds.It is a pity that the Ferrara family has always been concentrating on academics, seldom socializing, or even appearing in front of everyone, so even after Umbridge took up the post of Deputy Minister of Magic, she could not find a chance to take revenge on Ferrara .

But just last year, the opportunity came.Catherine was arrested by Umbridge and brought to the Ministry of Magic for trial for using magic without authorization in front of Muggles, but before the trial, Alfonso Ferrara and Lucius Malfoy fished her out.

So the opportunity was gone.

And this year, the opportunity apparently came again.

Catherine was fined by Umbridge for a month of hallway hygiene and a [-]-word self-inspection report for leading the Quidditch players in training.But these are just appetizers.

One afternoon, Catherine just came out of the bathroom and was about to dry her hair, but suddenly felt that the light in front of her eyes dimmed—Umbridge stood twisting her fat body at the door of the bathroom, with a malicious expression on her face. Sweet smile.

"Miss Ferrara, please come to my office."

Catherine sighed, resigned to her fate and followed, she knew Umbridge would not let her go easily.Catherine has been visiting the Defense Against the Dark Arts office frequently every year since third grade.When Professor Lu Ping was teaching, there was always plenty of sunshine here, and everything in the room was tidy, like a warm little home. It didn't work when "Alastor Moody" was in office. During the time when the fake Moody was teaching, there was always an unpleasant smell of medicine in the office, and there were always strange noises coming out of the big box at the door. All kinds of books and Reagent bottles were piled up on the table and even on the ground in a mess.Students who come to ask questions must be extra careful, otherwise they may trip over something on the ground if they don't pay attention.And this year, this year Catherine couldn't believe that this was the Defense Against the Dark Arts office!

The original gray and white walls are now all painted pink, and the wall facing the main door is covered with plates with cat patterns.The quaint desk was replaced with a European-style dining table with an 18th century court style. There was no book on it, only a pot of black tea and a few cups, a large pot of white sugar and a three-tiered candy shelf. It is filled with macarons of various colors.The curtains, bookcase, and even the umbrella standing at the door are all pink, more exaggerated than the auditorium Rohart arranged for Valentine's Day in the second grade.A white kitten jumped down from the window sill. It walked around Catherine with its teeth bared, stretched out its claws deliberately and scratched her new leather shoes. It was more annoying than Filch's cat.

"Based on your recent performance, you didn't realize the seriousness of the mistake you made last time." Umbridge sat behind the "desk", picked up a pink macaron, and placed it in the sugar bowl. The inside was covered with white sugar, and he swallowed it whole without changing his expression.Catherine looked a little embarrassed.

"As the vice-principal of the school, I have the responsibility to help you re-recognize your mistakes and reform yourself." The nasty white kitten jumped back on the table again. Umbridge stroked its fur lovingly, and then fed it to him. It's a macaron.

Can cats eat this?

"Dumbledore has always been against corporal punishment of students, but I think exceptions can be made for those who are particularly stubborn."

The air in the room was also sweet and greasy, mixed with the smell of cat feces. Catherine was dizzy from the smoke, and she had a bad feeling in her heart. The amulet jade hanging around her neck was getting hotter and hotter. She touched it again. to his own wand, but then held back again.Assault on the Deputy Minister of Magic and Vice-Headmaster of Hogwarts?She can't bear the charge.So I could only reluctantly say in a low voice, "Professor, I know I was wrong."

"No, you don't know." Umbridge let out a strange laugh like a mother's cry, "You can only know how to repent if you really learn the lesson--Crucio!"

Catherine didn't expect that Umbridge would openly use the Cruciatus Curse on the students at Hogwarts, so she didn't have any precautions and fell down in response. The severe pain made her curl up on the ground.

"Only in this way can you remember your lesson." Umbridge stepped out from behind the desk, "Crucio!"

This kind of pain where the internal organs are tearing is not unfamiliar, but Catherine can't remember where she has experienced this kind of pain, and in fact she has no time to recall it now.All she could feel now was a fire burning inside her, as if it was going to scorch her from the inside out, but it was clear that Umbridge wasn't about to stop.

"Drill the heart and gouge out the bone!"

When the third Cruciatus Curse was hit on her body, Catherine was so painful that she couldn't make a sound, and could only squeeze out some small groans from her teeth.Cold sweat flowed down her wet hair into her neck, cold and sticky, like a tiny venomous snake.

"His name is Wormtail. Remember, Catherine Slytherin, the wizard who cast the Unforgivable Curse on you today is called Wormtail. In two years, you can kill him." (Note ①) I don't know how to answer Something, such a sentence suddenly popped up in Catherine's mind.She didn't know who the speaker was, but several words echoed in her mind repeatedly: kill him, kill him, kill him.Catherine struggled to grab the wand and wanted to throw an "Avada Kedavra" out. She had experimented with this spell with a spider during the summer vacation, but it was not very successful. The spider only lost a few legs and did not die.

Umbridge stood in front of the table like a victor in her pink high heels, smelling strongly of bad perfume, Catherine clutching her wand, and the words "Avada Kedavra" kept coming. He lingered on the edge of her mouth, but she finally held back.

"Now, you should remember your lesson." Umbridge squatted down and grabbed Catherine's hair, but due to her excessive obesity, she had some difficulty doing the "squatting" movement.

It would be too cheap for Umbridge to die directly.

Catherine panted heavily, squinting her eyes at this year's "Professor of Defense Against the Dark Arts". Fifty years ago, Voldemort applied to Dumbledore for the position of "Professor of Defense Against the Dark Arts", but was rejected.Since then, the position has been cursed, and the teachers who teach the course are always forced to leave by various accidents.

Quirrell in the first grade died behind a trapdoor, Rohart in the second grade lost his memory in the secret room, Lupine in the third grade was pressured by his parents to leave because his identity as a werewolf was exposed, and Batty Jr. in the fourth grade was captured by dementors. and soul.

So what will happen to Umbridge this year?Catherine thought about it, and suddenly laughed unconsciously.

Umbridge panicked after being stared at, and was disturbed by this weird smile. She swallowed, and continued to put on a condescending posture, "It seems that you still haven't learned your lesson!"

"Drill..."

"Dang Dang Dang" a knock on the door suddenly sounded.

"Professor, it's me." It sounded like Collins' voice, "I brought the list of members who volunteered to join the interrogation team."

"It seems that you have lost a precious opportunity to correct yourself today." Umbridge scratched Catherine's face with her sharp nails, and stood up wriggling her buttocks. "You can go out now."

The reason why the "cruciatus curse" can be listed as one of the three unforgivable curses is because it is extremely aggressive. Fifteen years ago, the Longbottom couple in the Order of the Phoenix were tortured mad by the cruciate curse, and they are still recuperating in St. Mungo.Therefore, even though Catherine has always been proud of her excellent physical fitness, now she has to get up from the floor tremblingly like a dying old man.Catherine's internal organs hurt so badly that she had difficulty even walking. When she went out, she staggered and almost fell to the ground.But a pair of delicate smooth hands held her up, it was Collins.Catherine pushed him away in disgust.Half a month ago, Draco stole some of Professor Snape's "Veritaserum" and fed it to Collins. Under the effect of the potion, Collins reluctantly admitted that he was indeed the one who made the whistleblower.The reason was to avenge Catherine for neglecting him.Catherine was not ignoring him now, but she wanted him to disappear.

It was dinner time at Hogwarts, so there was no one in the hallway. Catherine walked slowly, secretly glad that no one saw her in such a mess.But before taking two steps, she heard another annoying voice.

"Senior, Senior Cathy." Collins caught up, still holding a few pink badges with the words "Interrogation Team" in his hand, "Senior Cathy, how are you, do you want me to accompany you?" Looking for Madam Pomfrey?"

"Please call me Ferrara." Catherine said impatiently, not hiding the disgust on her face.

Collins clenched those pink badges with some embarrassment, and continued to make an annoying voice, "Sister, let me take you to the school infirmary." After speaking, he reached out his hand to support Catherine, but he was caught again pushed away.

"I think you have more important things to do." Catherine glanced at Collins and the badge in his hand contemptuously, "Sell out your teammates and help Umbridge, aren't you happy?"

"Sister, you have to go to class during the day and stay on the Quidditch pitch at night. It's too hard. I just want you to rest for a while, so I told Professor Umbridge about the team's training time." Collins He explained with a red face, "Malfoy doesn't know how to care about you at all, he is just a naive ghost!"

"Pay attention to your words, Collins!" Catherine suddenly became furious, "It's hard for me to imagine that Hogwarts has a pure-blood scum like you. If I remember correctly, in the pure-blood family, only you Collins Making a living as a Muggle servant, right?"

"They're doctors, they're... treating Muggles," Collins stammered, his voice trailing off.

"Muggle lives are worthless. It seems that your parents are as stupid as you. No wonder they are all Hufflepuffs." Catherine said viciously. Talk more vigorously.

"They're Hufflepuffs, but I'm a Slytherin!" Collins blushed emphatically, and then he raised his voice suddenly, "Sister, we're all the same. Our whole family are Hufflepuffs, only I'm Slytherin." Lytherin, and you, your whole family are Ravenclaws, only you are Slytherins. We are the same!"

"Stop comparing you to me!" Catherine frowned in disgust, turning her head to leave.But Collins took her by the arm. "I did this to get on good terms with the professor so that she wouldn't make things difficult for you."

"Hard me?" Catherine sneered. "Remember Rita Skeeter?"

Collins paused, wanting to say something more, but he didn't speak. He just stood there flushed, looking embarrassed.Catherine didn't even glance at him this time, and walked away slowly leaning on the wall.

Note ①: In the last chapter "Nightmare" of the third grade, Voldemort ordered Wormtail to attack Catherine, and he said this to Catherine afterwards.