[HP] This Evil

Regarding the past of the Slytherin locket, Catherine still listened to Mr. Lawrence.The Slytherin Locket is Sachara's relic, which amplifies the wizard's deepest fears and even makes the wizard hallucinate.Not even the most powerful wizards are immune to its effects, save only the true Heir of Slytherin.A true heir can use it to repair anything - it's hard to believe that Sachara's relics are meant for healing.Since many wizards don't know the real purpose of the locket, they think that Slytherin's relics must be used to enhance magic, so they flock to it.

"This is a good deal, professor. You don't have time to think about it." Catherine leaned on a cane and looked down at the fat figure on the floor.

Umbridge hesitated on the ground for a few seconds, tremblingly took off the Slytherin locket from his neck, then moved his body a few times with his hands and forearms supporting the floor, and finally put the blood-stained The locket was passed to Catherine.

Tsk, dirty.Catherine was a little disgusted. She took out a dark green handkerchief with the silver letter "DM" embroidered on it from her robe, and asked Umbridge to put the locket on the handkerchief.

"Now, are you satisfied? You're leaving my house, aren't you?" Umbridge's voice began to weaken due to excessive blood loss. This time, she didn't have to bother to apply powder, and her face became white.

"Leave?" Catherine felt bewildered, she put the pendant box in her pocket, "Professor, we haven't settled our accounts yet, why should I leave?"

"You said, you just said... as long as I give you the locket, you will forget..." The smell of blood in the room became a little stronger, and the carpet was full of red, staining Catherine's boots up.

"Of course I was lying just now." Catherine said confidently, "How can you believe a prisoner in Azkaban, Professor?"

A crooked bloodstain began to spread on the carpet in the corridor, and Umbridge struggled to move his huge body with his elbows on the ground, trying to get to the stairs.Catherine followed her unhurriedly, leisurely as if she was on vacation, and the snake-headed cane made a crisp sound of "da, da, da" on the floor.The wall lamp flickered on and off, and the petrified kittens fell to pieces in the living room. Their limbs were stiff and their eyes were staring.

Yew has always been regarded as the most suitable wand wood for black magic besides elderberry. It is powerful and extremely picky when choosing its master. Wandmakers only make a very small number of yew wands every year.Catherine is happy with her new wand: yew, dragon's nerve.The texture is very hard, the flexibility is almost zero, and there will be no annoying "whoosh" sound when casting spells. It is very smooth, but it still cannot make up for the regret that the original hawthorn wand was broken.

"Cruciatus." Catherine waved her wand casually, and she had become more and more proficient in using the Cruciatus Curse.

"Shen Feng has no shadow."

"Fuchsia."

"To pieces."

There are still three meters, and there are still three meters to go.Umbridge kept his eyes on the stairs ahead, and crawled awkwardly on the ground, naively thinking that just running to the first floor would end tonight's nightmare.

One meter, only one meter left.

The solid wood floor covered with bohemian carpets suddenly twisted and changed, the stairs that were close at hand quickly became smoother, and a wall with a portrait of Sachara Slytherin appeared in the distance. Mlich was a meter away.It's just a blindfold, it's not difficult to learn, and Catherine can use it in the second grade.Before entering the bedroom, she had a whim to see what Umbridge would look like when his hopes were dashed, so she used a trick to turn the end of the stairs and corridors away.In other words, Umbridge struggled to crawl on the ground for a long time, but in the end he just approached a dead corner.

Catherine hung the Slytherin locket around her neck, and looked at Sachara in the portrait. The latter showed a gratified smile, and then nodded with approval and encouragement.

"It's time to end, Professor." Catherine raised her wand and drew a pattern in the air familiarly, "Avada Kedavra."

A green light flashed, and Umbridge's obese body bounced off the ground heavily as if being loaded on a spring, and then fell heavily back to the ground.Some fine dust drifted around her, and half a minute later, they fell back on the carpet.Umbridge was lying on the ground in pink pajamas, his bald head without a wig slumped over his shoulders motionless, a pair of lifeless gray eyes full of horror and disbelief, and a pair of Victorian lace drawers protruding from under the nightdress horn.

The Unforgivable Curse is not difficult to learn, Catherine thought, looking at Umbridge's corpse.

"Fractured."

Another dazzling flash of light flashed, and Umbridge's naked/exposed body was instantly exposed to the air, surrounded by powdered nightdresses and underpants.Then she slowly floated up, her body was naked, her shriveled breasts drooped feebly, and the fat on her stomach was piled up layer after layer.Umbridge's body moved slowly in the air, from the second floor to the first floor, then from the first floor to the living room, and then from the living room to the street. Finally, she stopped at the entrance of the Ministry of Magic building.Catherine waved her wand, made Umbridge hang on the wizarding banner at the gate of the building, wrote "Surprise" in Latin on the gate of the Ministry of Magic, and finally Apparated back to Malfoy Manor.

"Draco, are you afraid of me?" Catherine sat in the box, looking at the boy opposite - in fact, he could be called a man now.

"Cathy, you're talking nonsense again." Draco forced a smile, curling his long, pale fingers slightly, and placing them on his lap.

Draco was afraid of her.Catherine stubbornly thought so.She hadn't planned on coming back to school this year. After all, how could the professors and parents let other students share a room with a murderer?Surprisingly, no one suspected that Catherine was responsible for Umbridge's death.The Aurors quickly determined that the murderer who killed the deputy minister was a murderous Death Eater, and the Death Eaters living in Ferrara and Malfoy Manor were also talking about it, arguing about "this funny joke" Whose handwriting is it from.It wasn't until Voldemort happily told his subordinates that the owner of this "joke" was Catherine that the discussion quieted down.That is, from that time on, all the Death Eaters except Bella and Snape began to look at Catherine in the dark with a look of fear.But the Aurors still don't know who the real murderer is. Members of the Order of the Phoenix, including Cecilia, regard Bella as the primary suspect.

"Don't worry about Dumbledore's affairs, just leave it to me. I already have a plan, and you don't need to worry about anything." Draco rubbed his fingertips on his trousers repeatedly, speaking a little incoherently, " You just need to continue studying, just like before, and don’t worry about the rest.”

"Stop kidding yourself, Draco." Catherine looked towards the corridor of the train, she didn't know which naughty junior had thrown a meth into this carriage, making the whole carriage full of smoke, making it impossible to see the way The students rampaged and knocked open the door of the box, "Get out." Catherine glanced indifferently at the junior Ravenclaw who fell to the ground.

"It can't be the same as before, and Hogwarts is about to change." Catherine closed the door of the box and continued, "Besides, you can't do it. Let me do it. I've done it once. "

"Impossible!" Draco suddenly became agitated, he suddenly stood up from the chair, his chest heaved violently, his eyes were a little red, "I won't let you do that kind of thing again, Cathy, no way!"

The train passed a river that was starting to dry up. Catherine lowered her head like a child, snapped her fingers for a while, sighed, and then said, "Draco, there is no difference between once and twice, I don't care."

"It's not the same, it's not the same, Cathy, don't worry, I'll do it well. After it's over, we..." Draco suddenly became silent, his gray-blue eyes faded little by little , he leaned against the back of the chair in a black suit, almost blending with the black chair.

"When it's over, can we still be the same as before?" Catherine asked sarcastically.They didn't talk anymore, the carriage was very quiet, only the one on the luggage rack would occasionally shake due to the bumps of the train.Draco stared at the luggage rack for a moment, then looked away, gripping his wand tightly.The oppressive atmosphere in the carriage continued until the arrival station. When getting off the train, Draco deliberately lagged behind, and it took 10 minutes to catch up with Catherine, who deliberately slowed down.

This year's Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher was Professor Snape, which was his dream position. The Slytherin students cheered, but Catherine was not happy.This position was cursed by Voldemort 50 years ago. Every wizard in the position will have various accidents at the end of the semester or after, and the most serious ones will even die-such as Umbridge last year, which was caused by Catherine herself .So it's anyone's guess what kind of surprise this year's Defense Against the Dark Arts professor will have.Dumbledore still seemed to be in good spirits. He introduced the new Potions teacher to the students and reminded the new students to pay attention. Everything was the same as before.The dinner prepared by the house-elves was sumptuous, satisfying almost every student's taste.Especially the lower grades, the plates in front of them were full of food, and the ghosts of various colleges started the annual session of scaring the freshmen again. A few timid girls had already started to cry, but soon burst into tears laugh.Catherine took Draco's hand under the table, and almost instantly, that hand squeezed hers back.