After leaving the Hogwarts, Lupin was still immersed in his earlier emotions. His eyes were still red, but his footsteps were no longer heavy. The two staff members looked at each other. The younger one scratched the back of his head and politely interrupted Lupin's thoughts. "Professor Lupin, come with us to the Ministry of Magic to complete the final procedures for your release from prison. After that, you'll basically be free."
"Okay, thank you for your reminder." Lupin heard the completely different way of addressing him. He calmed himself down and thanked him.
At the Ministry of Magic, Lupin and the other two walked through the golden gate and headed for the elevator. The young man who was talking to Lupin pressed the button closest to him. Immediately, an elevator appeared with a clatter. With a series of clanking sounds, the golden gate slid open gently, and they swarmed in with the crowd. The young man hit the fourth button, and the gate closed with a bang. The elevator began to descend, the chains clanking.
The gate slid open and they came to the corridor outside. As soon as they stepped into the corridor, they saw a man shouting angrily towards a bathroom at the corner of the corridor. The young man couldn't bear to look at him. He sighed and said, "It must be Mr. Diggory's doing again …"
Lupin was flabbergasted. Could it be that the Mystical Creatures Management and Control Department often had disputes? Why did he say again?
The young man saw his doubts and shrugged, motioning for him to listen closer.
"Amos Diggory, the time you spent in the toilet must have occupied the longest record in the department. You should spend more time at work instead of in the toilet." A bald middle-aged man shouted angrily at Mr. Diggory.
"You can't interfere with me, David." Mr Diggory roared back in a louder, muffled voice from the lavatory. "The lavatory is the last place of freedom for British wizards! Even the mysterious man didn't forbid his Death Eaters from taking a dump! "
Lupin was stunned, but he didn't say anything.
The young man frowned and rolled his eyes in a comical manner. He spread his hands and explained, "Our Magical Animal Management and Control Department isn't that strict."
They continued walking with Lupin until they arrived at a room that was stacked with stacks of documents. "Here are all the documents of all kinds of magical creatures. Your registration document is also included. Ah, Professor Lupin, I don't mean to offend you, but you still have to fill out a whereabouts form. " The young man chose his words carefully. After the incident in the Defense Against Black Magic class, he did not wish to hurt this real professor, even if he was a werewolf.
"Sorry, I'm taking Mr. Remus Lupin with me." A languid female voice sounded at the door. Penello Crivat stood at the door with her arms crossed. She was dressed in tight work clothes and her fiery red lips were indescribably charming and seductive.
"Miss Penello, forgive me for offending you, but your Aura can't interfere with the affairs of our Magical Animal Management and Control Department. This is against the rules," the young man braced himself and said. Although he knew that the beauty in front of him was a famous killer of the Ministry of Magic and had a strong background, he still had to fulfill his duty.
A permit floated in front of him. The young man glanced at the signature of his superior, Josephine Harris. He quickly skimmed through the contents of the document and could only stop talking. He quickly opened the release document and handed a blank itinerary to Penello for her to fill in later. After apologizing to Professor Lupin, he sat on the chair and allowed Penello to take Remus Lupin away.
Hogwarts, outside Umrich's office on the fourth floor, Parvati, Harry, Ron, and Naver stood there in a daze. None of the four were willing to knock on the door and step into the office. In the end, it was Harry who knocked on the door, only to hear a sweet voice shouting, "Come in."
The few of them walked in helplessly. The office now made Harry uncomfortable. Everything was covered with lace coverings and tablecloths. There were also a few vases full of dried flowers, each placed separately on a small cushion. A set of decorative plates hung on one of the walls. On each plate was a large, brightly colored cat, each wearing a different bow around its neck. These things were so disgusting that Naver, who was locked up for the first time, was scared stiff. He could only stare at them blankly. Later, Professor Umrich spoke again. "Good evening."
Harry was very calm. He was used to Umrich's mystifying tricks, but Naver was so scared that he hurriedly turned around. He didn't notice her at first because she was wearing a dazzling red floral robe. The color blended in with the tablecloth on the desk behind her. It was impossible to tell them apart.
"Good evening, Professor Umrich." Harry was the first to greet her. Only then did the other three suddenly wake up and imitate Harry's unnatural greeting.
"Well, sit down," she said, pointing to four small tables with hanging lace. She had placed a straight-backed chair next to each table. On each table, there was a blank piece of parchment and a long, thin black quill with a particularly sharp tip. Obviously, these were prepared for them.
"I want you to write: I won't break the rules again." She said softly to them, who had already sat down.
"How many times?" Parvati asked, mentally preparing herself to break her hands.
"Oh, write until this sentence is engraved in your heart." Umrich said in a coquettish voice. "Start writing."
Harry lowered his head. His expression couldn't be seen, but he had already started writing. The other three were a little confused. Umrich didn't prepare ink for them, but they also started writing.
When the tips of their quills landed on the parchment, they couldn't help but gasp in pain. The words that appeared on the parchment looked like they were written in bright red ink. At the same time, the words appeared on the back of their right hands and sank deeply into their flesh, as if they had been carved with a scalpel. However, as they stared at the bright red wounds, the skin healed again. The places with the words were only slightly redder than before, but they were smooth to the touch.
Parvati jerked her head up to look at Umrich. She was looking at them, her wide toad-like mouth forming a smile.
Parvati gritted her teeth and looked down at the parchment. She placed the quill tip on it again. The words were engraved into her skin again and again, and the wounds healed again and again. The back of her hand hurt as if it had been burned by a raging fire.
Ron kept shaking his hand as if he could get rid of the pain, but he was strong enough not to groan or beg for mercy.
Compared to when he first came in, Neville's expression was much calmer. The unknown punishment was the scariest. For Neville, this kind of physical pain was far easier than facing Professor Snape.
????? In this way, they wrote the words on the parchment again and again. Even Neville, who wasn't very bright, finally understood that they weren't using ink, but their own blood.
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