twins of hp

In the evening, Nancy arrived at the Defense Against the Dark Arts office half an hour late on purpose.Because she felt that this confinement was simply inexplicable!They didn't do anything, they just stood there and chatted.In the end, although I pulled out my wand, I didn't cast a curse.Of course, there were a lot more people watching.But if this is all punished by confinement, then the whole school can punish too many people.Umbridge was just trying to impress himself as a newcomer!

Fred and Angelina had been standing there for a while listening to Umbridge's memories of youth.When she came in, Umbridge was talking about how she rejected the love of her male classmates and plunged into the library, giving up these low-level boring things, focusing on her studies, and finally became a prefect and got excellent grades , into the story of the Ministry of Magic.

She was glad her ears hadn't been poisoned.So she didn't take it seriously when Umbridge changed her pen.

"Sit down, you three." She pointed to three small strawberry-shaped tables.There is also a pale pink parchment on top of each. "I'm just punishing you to write some short sentences, um, what to write?" She tilted her head and blinked at them.

Both Fred and Angelina fought back the urge to throw up.Nancy, on the other hand, found it amusing that she acted like a little girl and couldn't help laughing.No way, her smile has always been low.

"Miss Potter thought of something funny? This is not an attitude of coming to confinement." She still had a nasty smile on her face, but it was very cold.

"You don't want to hear it," said Nancy.

Fred kept winking at her.

"Do you think it's somewhat privileged that your adoptive father is the Head of Slytherin?" Her bulging eyes narrowed. "If you ask me, it's not a great status."

Nancy bent her lips at her and didn't say anything, but her eyes were indifferent.

"Hope your fearlessness doesn't get you into trouble," said Umbridge in her sweet fake voice. "Then, Mr. Weasley and Miss Johnson, I will never pick trouble again. Miss Potter, I will never grandstanding again!"

Fred looked at her worriedly, afraid that she would say something to anger Umbridge again.But she just sat on the strawberry chair and picked up the quill indifferently, "No ink."

"Oh, no need for ink, dear," said Umbridge, with an affable expression.

Nancy gave her a suspicious look.The tip of the pen landed on the paper, and as soon as she wrote a word, she gasped, and both Fred and Angelina trembled.They looked up at Umbridge at the same time.The latter looked at them with a happy smile.Every time the quill pen writes a word, the back of their hand feels like a knife has been cut, and then heals immediately.But Nancy's pen was stronger than the two of them, and the strokes were deeper, and the blood flowed directly.

"What kind of pen is this?" she asked in horror.The handwriting on the parchment was bright red, exuding a faint smell of blood, it was clearly her own blood!

"A special one for a misbehaving child, to help her remember deeply and never do it again." Umbridge said slowly and in a whiny voice.

Nancy wrote two more words, her arms couldn't help trembling, the back of her hand was deeply cut by an invisible knife, and the bone was deeply visible, and it healed in the blink of an eye.Fred and Angelina were just superficial wounds, the blood turned into ink enough to write a short sentence.But her blood flowed out a lot before it could heal, and it ticked down the back of her hand after a while.

"I won't write! It hurts too much!" Nancy threw the pen out and stood up.

Both Fred and Angelina stared blankly at her.Umbridge was annoyed, "Pick it up, Potter! Why don't other people cry out? Is it because the Potter family is a family that is good at lying? You and your brother are liars full of lies! He It's nonsense to go around saying that a dark wizard is out again, and the Ministry of Magic guarantees that..."

"If you mean Voldemort, he did come out." Nancy interrupted her, trying to say the name out of fear.

Umbridge didn't tremble like the other two, she stared at Nancy calmly and said, "It seems that you have to add a line, I can't lie!"

"Who the hell is lying? Us or the Ministry of Magic? You manipulate the media and keep describing my brother as a liar full of lies, and Dumbledore is an old fool who trusts him! As if to say so, Voldemort can go home Farming! I don’t know how to write, I don’t write a single word! You have no right to physically punish me!” Nancy said angrily.

"It seems that Snape didn't discipline you well, which is understandable. After all, he was accused of being a partisan of a dark wizard back then. Although Dumbledore excused him, it still can't explain his character... ..."

"You are not allowed to insult Severus!" Nancy trembled angrily.

"Am I insulting him, you might as well listen carefully..." Umbridge continued to speak in a delicate voice with malicious eyes flashing.

"What are you listening to? Are you listening to a young girl pretending to be your age?" Nancy sneered.

"What did you say?" Umbridge's voice became a little rougher, and he stared at her sternly.

"No offense intended," Nancy said, looking contemptuously at the pink wallpaper all around, everything covered with lace drapes and bow trinkets here and there. "But I may never have a good impression of pink anymore. I just want to go back to the dormitory quickly and find all the pink things and throw them out before I spit it out!"

"Where are you going? Potter? It's not time yet, sit back and write for me!" Umbridge stood up angrily, although it was not much different from when she was sitting.

"Who wants to write it? I don't write it! Idiots write it." Nancy smiled mischievously at her, opened the door, and disappeared outside.

"Professor, I'll help you chase her!" Fred dropped the pen and chased after Umbridge before he could react.

"I'm going after Fred!" Angelina quickly disappeared with her Chaser skills.

"It's all reversed!" Leaving her alone, she shouted hysterically.

"Is that all right?" Fred asked after Nancy.

"My God! Is this what you said, Fred?" Angelina also caught up, "I heard it right, right? Aren't you the most lawless?"

"I'm thinking from Nancy's point of view!" Fred glanced at her with a frown.

Angelina snorted coldly.

"Never mind her!" Nancy replied indifferently.Her hand hurts like hell now, it's hot.

They parted at a fork in the road, with Fred and Angelina returning to the Gryffindor Tower and Nancy returning to the Slytherin common room.

"Power!" The stone door opened, and Nancy walked in quickly.Blaise didn't expect her to come back from confinement so soon!He's stuck at the top of the stairs with Pansy!

"Get out of the way!" Nancy pushed him away with her left hand.

"What happened to your hand?" Blaise said, staring at her hand with wide eyes.Although the blood had dried up, it was all over the whole hand and even the wrist, which was very shocking.

Draco stood up quickly, but quickly stopped his steps, just staring at all this with a cold face.

"What's the matter? You're so curious, you'll know when you go to the confinement." Nancy didn't care at all and went upstairs.

Leaving Blaise and Pansy looking at each other, "What confinement cut her hands apart?"

Nancy returned to the dormitory, entered the bathroom, turned on the faucet and splashed cold water on her hands, trying to reduce the burning pain a little.The scratched place on the back of the hand seemed to grow a new piece of pink flesh.But this is no match for what I saw in the common room just now.Draco and his little fiancée were sitting side by side on the couch, what were they doing?Guess what, Draco he must...she doesn't care!What is he willing to do?He can't affect her!

She rubbed the mark fiercely, and the new pink flesh burst like a blister as if it couldn't maintain the illusion.The water rushed to wash away the fresh blood, as if a new illusion was born, she calmed down, staring at the back of her hand coldly.

After coming out of the bathroom, Pansy handed her a box of ointments, "Brace gave it to you," she said awkwardly.

"No, it's already healed." Nancy showed her the back of her hand, and the wound was filled with a piece of new flesh.

"What did she do to you?" Pansy asked in surprise.

Nancy didn't answer, and collapsed on the bed.She is really not in the mood to tell what happened at that toad/toad/toad.

She was called over by Snape the next day. "Hold out your hand," he said flatly.

Nancy showed the back of her hand to show him.He frowned, "Is it the Bloodthirsty Quill?"

"I don't know what kind of pen it is! Anyway, every time I write it, it's like cutting the back of my hand with a knife." Nancy said with a faint anger on her face, "Did she find you?"

"She's looking for the Headmaster." Snape opened the closet to find her potions. "She obviously hit a wall there, though. Umbridge is not a generous man, so don't give yourself to her next time." He produced a large-mouthed brown glass bottle. "Soak the wound with this liquid, and it will heal in two or three days."

"Will it leave a scar?" Nancy took it over and asked.

Snape was silent for a while, "Bloodthirsty is a black magic item, and the damage is irreversible."

"Is it allowed for her to punish students with black magic items?" Nancy asked in surprise.

"The things produced by this company are good for black magic, but they won't cause too much harm. So they are very controversial in the magic world." Snape frowned and looked at her, "If she puts you in confinement again, I will accompany you you go."

"I won't let her get another chance." Nancy didn't want to cause trouble for him.

"That's best," Snape said flatly. "Next, I hope you can put your mind on OWL."

Nancy looked at him and nodded.