[HP] Professional blasting for 20 years

In the early morning of the weekend, the four of them sneaked away to Hogsmeade Village, and met a dozen students who really wanted to learn Defense Against the Dark Arts at the Pig's Head Bar.

But unexpectedly, Umbridge seemed to have noticed something, and soon issued a ban on disbanding all student organizations.

In Defense Against the Dark Arts class on Monday, Umbridge was still wearing her pink furry coat, and she looked even more bloated and ugly.

Standing on the podium, she spoke in a high-pitched, high-pitched tone, very arrogant.

Ron touched Simo's arm and whispered, "Do you think she looks like a shedding pink pig today?"

Simo immediately nodded in agreement, she felt that Ron's description was very appropriate.

But at this time,

"Mr. Weasley, what are you whispering to Miss Finnigan?"

Umbridge looked at Ron, walked to Ron's desk, and tapped her wand on the table slowly.

Ron's face was flushed, and he couldn't say a word for a moment, "I...I..."

Seymour noticed that Umbridge's eyes seemed growing impatient.

She was heartbroken, and spoke first, "I'm sorry, Professor, he's shy...because he just said you..."

"What are you talking about me?" Umbridge still had a delicate girlish tone, but there was more scrutiny in his eyes

"He said you are extremely beautiful today." Ximo said sincerely.

The whole classroom seemed to fall into silence instantly, and some students seemed to be trying their best to hold back their laughter.But I dare not stop laughing.

Umbridge's expression suddenly became very strange. She looked at Ron strangely, "Is what Finnigan said true?"

"...Yes." Ron took a deep breath with difficulty, and spoke against his will.

Umbridge seemed to be very pleased with these words. Her eyebrows were slightly stretched, and she said with a very deliberate gesture:

"Weasley, I will forgive you for now, and you are not allowed to speak in class next time."

Seeing Umbridge turn around, Ron quickly and quietly made a gag expression.

Simo leaned on her chin, looked at the pink back of the old woman, and suddenly became worried for some reason.

..............

Unexpectedly, her hunch was really right, and Umbridge suddenly called Seymour to her office at night.He said he wanted to communicate more with the students.

After entering her office, Simo noticed that this woman's office was also pink, which was so disgusting that she almost wanted to vomit.

Simo sat down upright,

Umbridge put her hands on the table, holding the teacup pretending to be elegant, she looked at Simo, the corners of her mouth twitched, as if she was smiling,

"Miss Finnigan, don't be nervous, I just want to tell you about the school situation, after all, I have just been teaching."

Simo suppressed the uneasiness in her heart. She nodded and put on a very respectful look, "Professor, I must know everything."

"To be honest, I don't know much about your Gryffindor children. But I have a duty to know and care about every child."

Umbridge seemed satisfied with Simo's attitude, she folded her hands in a reserved and elegant manner,

"Miss Parkinson recommended you to me. It seems that Miss Finnigan, you are indeed a good boy."

Ximo was taken aback for a moment, and couldn't help but smile bitterly in her heart.It seemed that Pan Xi never forgot to take revenge on her.

"Professor, what do you want to know?" Seymour looked up into Umbridge's eyes.

Umbridge continued in her artificial voice,

"Harry in your academy is a kid who gives me a lot of headaches. He always wants to break the school rules, especially recently, I heard..."

As she spoke, she paused and looked at Simo.He began to signal to Seymour to continue, as if hoping that Seymour would say something bad about Harry.

Facing Umbridge's persuasive gaze, Simo said sincerely, "

Sorry professor, as far as I know Harry has recently started to repent and has been preparing for the owls exam. "

Umbridge was taken aback for a moment, her expression instantly turned unkind, and her eyes slowly turned cold, before she said in a drawn-out voice, "It's not a good boy to lie."

"Professor, I'm not lying. Please don't misunderstand Harry because of rumors." Simo said firmly.

Umbridge looked at Simo with a half-smile, "Are you talking back to the professor?"

"I'm sorry, Professor."

Umbridge looked at Simo lazily, and then said softly, "Come on dear, take a pen and write this sentence down."

Simo's heart trembled violently, and then she picked up the sharp black quill.

She knew that this pen was used by her to punish Harry before, and the scar on Harry's hand was caused by this quill.

"Copy it twenty times, and you can go back. I forgive your rudeness this time." Umbridge had a nasty smile on his face.

Simo took a deep breath, and she held the quill slightly trembling.

The tip of her pen landed on the paper and wrote "Sorry, Professor."

A severe pain instantly made her lose her ability to think. At this moment, a narrow and deep wound slowly appeared on the back of Ximo's hand.

Those words were actually engraved into her skin one by one, and the burning pain kept hitting her nerves.

Because of the pain, Ximo almost felt trembling all over, and had no strength left.

She bit her lip fiercely, her face was extremely pale,

The dark red blood snaked down the deep wound, staining the parchment under his hand red.

……

She walked out of Umbridge's office with some unsteady steps,

But she tried to keep her back straight,

Because of the severe pain, Ximo subconsciously clenched her fingers tightly, but because of this, blood seeped out again.

But at this moment, she suddenly saw Draco walking towards him, presumably he was going to Umbridge's office too.

Simo averted her eyes and passed him.

"Is this what you call the right choice?" Draco suddenly sneered lazily, "What good is it for you to fight against the professor with the savior?"

Simo's footsteps paused, her hands clenched even tighter, and the wound split open again in an instant. The pain made her gasp.

She tried her best to calm herself, and retracted her hands into her wide sleeves: "Get out of the way, I don't want to talk to you."

Draco snorted coldly, he was about to speak, but he soon noticed a drop of blood running down Simo's sleeve,

It hit the cold floor.

Draco froze for a moment, his gray-blue pupils constricted instantly.

He grabbed Simo's hand quickly.

Simo instinctively wanted to pull her hand away, because the force was too strong, and she couldn't help but let out a low cry of pain.

Her fingers were tightly held by Draco, and the wound on the back of her hand was clearly exposed in front of Draco's eyes.

"How dare she do this to you!" Draco's face turned pale in an instant, and he almost roared angrily.

His eyes flashed a lot of things that Ximo couldn't understand, did he feel distressed?Is it pain?Still remorse?

Simo felt that the hand holding her fingers was trembling.

And the warmth from that hand is so concrete yet so abstract.

This made her eyes a little sour, and she tried her best not to cry.

Draco suppressed a kind of anger, his voice had become very cold, "I'll go find her..."

"What position do you take?" Simo's voice seemed to lose any warmth, and she said word by word: "Draco, we're done."

Draco's figure froze suddenly, and he let go of his hand in an instant. His expression was hidden under the dim light, and he seemed to have returned to his previous coldness:

"Very well, we're done, now go on to do great things with your savior, for the justice of what you call Gryffindor."

Simo said nothing, she just turned away.Then, step by step, he walked in the direction of the bedroom.

A drop of tear fell to the ground with a thud.

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