Ten minutes later, there were a lot of people in the principal's office. Jenny and Neville, who were on the lookout, were brought to the principal's office.
Dolores, who was out of breath? Umrich leaned over to Harry, who was sitting in his chair. "You're going to find Dumbledore, aren't you?"
Umrich was very angry and worried that she didn't have the real principal's authority, and Harris ignored her like a servant. Harry broke into her principal's office and told Filch that he had seen Mileva Maeve. She was terrified when she heard that Mag had left the school. She thought that Mag and Harry must have found a way to meet Dumbledore to go against her.
"No, I just want to get my broom that you confiscated," Harry said in disgust. Said Harry in disgust. Umbridge had caught him as soon as he had poked his head into the fire at 12 Grimmauld Place to learn of Sirius's absence from Kreacher the house elf.
"You're lying," Dolores said. Umrich slapped Harry in the face. "You and I both know that your crossbow is being watched in the basement. Potter, your head is in my fire. Who are you contacting?"
The other little wizards looked at this scene in shock. A gloomy voice came from behind them. "You called me, Principal Umrich?" Principal Severus of Slytherin? Snape appeared silently at the door of the principal's office. He glanced at the scene, his eyes lingering on Harry's eyes for a few seconds, and then focused on the new principal of Hogwarts.
Umrich straightened up immediately. Her ferocious expression was still there. She hurriedly said, "Yes, Snape. It's time for them to tell the truth, whether they want to or not. Did you bring the truth-telling serum? "
"Unfortunately, you used it all when interrogating the students." Snape's voice was cold, but Harry heaved a sigh of relief.
Under Umrich's probing gaze, Snape continued to gloat. "The last one was used on Mr. Weasley, and obviously it's too late to make it now, unless you want to poison him. If you really want to, I sincerely sympathize."
Harry's attention was pulled back. He noticed that Snape's words made Dolores very disappointed and angry.
Snape awkwardly said, "But I can't help you." With that, he turned to leave.
"Bigfoot's with him." Harry, who didn't know that Mag had already left, said hurriedly. He thought this might be the last chance to inform the Phoenix Society, so he quickly added, his eyes full of pleading and hope. "Bigfoot has been taken to his hiding place."
"Bigfoot? What's Bigfoot? What's he talking about, Snape? "Umrich was puzzled, but she was suspicious. She questioned Snape with a frown.
Snape, who hadn't turned around yet, froze. He turned around slowly, and expressionlessly replied, "I don't know." Then, he walked out.
"Alright. You forced me to do this." Umrich shook her head helplessly. She wanted to say something, but hesitated. She glanced at the others, and turned to instruct Filch. "Filch, bring them out. Close the door and wait outside the principal's office."
"Harry!" Ron shouted. His voice was filled with panic, but Filch, who was beside him, held him tightly.
"Yes, Principal," Filch said respectfully.
After the others were brought out, Umrich grabbed Harry's collar. She was very strong, and Harry was dragged by her to the room on the stairs behind the principal's office.
Umrich grumbled as she threw Harry into a reddish-brown chair in the attic. She pointed her wand at Harry, her usual sweet smile and smug look completely replaced by a fierce and resolute look. "You forced me... to have no other choice... I should be able to make you open your mouth by piercing your heart and bones."
"How dare you!" Harry stared into Umrich's eyes, trying to determine if this woman was serious. "I will report you!"
"As long as Connelly doesn't know." Umrich raised her eyebrows slightly. Her hand, which was dyed bright pink and had an emerald ring that looked like a water droplet, placed Connelly's photo on the table. "For example, he never knew that I ordered the Dementors to chase you last summer, but he was very happy to have the opportunity to expel you. It's the same now. You just have to cast a Forgetting Spell on you after the fact, Potter."
Harry's eyes widened in horror, and Umbridge chuckled triumphantly. What she didn't know was that Harry, though nervous at her threat, was even more surprised to see that behind Umbridge, there was Alan Shepard, who had been standing there for a long time. Harris' figure suddenly dispelled the Phantom Spell and appeared, but Umrich didn't notice it because her back was facing Allen.
Allen was sitting sideways in a chair, his black H94 uniform jacket draped over his shoulders. His legs in leather boots were crossed on the table. When his calm eyes met Harry's, Allen raised his head slightly, raised his index finger to his lips, and shushed Harry not to expose his existence. When he put down his hand, he pointed at a video camera on the table. The camera was facing Umrich and Harry.
Seeing Allen's action, Harry, who understood Allen's intention, showed a determined look on his face. He glared at Umrich.
"You still won't tell the truth, will you?" Umrich's face showed a cruel look of pleasure. She pulled out her wand rudely, the tip of the wand almost touching Harry's nose. "Heart Piercing Bone."
Harry felt a piercing pain all over his body. Harry's heart pounded hard against his ribs. He gritted his teeth and gathered all his strength to resist the unprecedented pain. He didn't want to cry in front of Umrich, and didn't want her to be more pleased with his pain. The veins on his forehead bulged, and his sweaty hands gripped the armrest of the chair tightly.
"You're so naughty. Still won't talk? Let's see how long you can hold it in. "Umrich raised her wand again." Heart Piercing Bone — "
Harry was in so much pain that he wanted to die. He knew that if Umrich kept casting spells, the victim would go crazy or even die from the pain. Neville's parents had been tortured to the point of insanity by this spell, and had been living in St. Mungo's Hospital for so many years. Harry tried his best to restrain himself, not wanting to show his fear. However, the increasingly excruciating pain made it impossible for him to restrain himself. A terrifying, drawn-out scream resounded through the attic.
In those few seconds, Harry felt as if years had passed. His mind was filled with all kinds of thoughts besides the pain. He had even completely forgotten the existence of Allen and Umrich. He just screamed, but the only thing he didn't think of was giving in.
"Dolores." Allen's calm voice sounded. Umrich froze for a few seconds as if she was struck by lightning. She turned around abruptly. She tried to put on her usual fake smile, but at that moment, she realized that she couldn't defeat her fear. "Professor Harris, you … Why are you in the principal's office?"
Allen was still sitting on the chair, and he didn't have any intention of putting his legs down. His finger pressed lightly on the video recorder, and the recording stopped. Then, he patted the non-existent dust off his palm and pressed the sensory imprint on his left arm with his right hand. "Dolores, I'm sorry to say that except for Aura, any wizard who doesn't have the authority to cast the Unforgivable Curse will be sentenced to life imprisonment in Azkaban."
Umrich bit her lip. She noticed Allen's current posture and his empty hands. She suddenly raised her wand and pointed it at Allen with a ferocious look on her face. "Avatar Death!" The green curse successfully hit Allen. The smug expression on Umrich's face froze. Her curse hit Allen without any effect!
Although Harry hadn't recovered from the pain, he was still shocked by the green light and looked at Allen. However, he couldn't speak yet. To his surprise, Allen only had a little nosebleed after being hit by the Unforgivable Curse …
"That's impossible! No one can defend against the Unforgivable Curse … Not to mention you were hit! " Umbridge raised her wand in a daze. She had temporarily forgotten the original purpose of her attack on Allen, and instead focused on the miracle in front of her eyes.
"Cough … Dolores, it seems that you're more powerful than I thought." Allen took out his handkerchief and wiped his nose awkwardly. He thought that with his long-term soul-sucking behavior and some of his previous personal experiments, he would no longer be afraid of the Unforgivable Curse of ordinary wizards. However, he didn't expect Umrich to be stronger than he originally thought, especially when it came to black magic. This ruined the image he deliberately maintained.
After cleaning the nosebleed with the handkerchief, Allen looked up and slowly held his wand. Umrich was hysterically using her weapon to kill you on Allen, hoping that he wouldn't be able to attack her. However, although he didn't have any intention of defending himself and was hit by all the red lights, he didn't lose his wand at all.
A moment later, Umrich's eight-inch birch dragon heart wand suddenly flew out of her hand. The wand that was suspended in the air changed direction and the tip of the wand was aimed at Umrich, stabbing her neck. The stinging pain made Umrich scream like a sow waiting to be slaughtered.
"I happened to learn a few more unique spells in Germany during the summer vacation. The one I'm casting now has a similar function to your weapon, although it's not very practical in a battle where the difference in strength is not much." Allen shrugged. Umrich looked at him as if she was looking at a demon. "But for you who won't be able to use the wand in the future, it's just right."
Umrich's wand left her neck and flew to the height of her eyes. Umrich covered her neck and didn't dare to move. She was full of horror and looked at the traitorous wand in disbelief. Her wand emitted blue sparks from the tip and burned along the body of the wand, making crackling sounds. Umrich looked on helplessly as her wand turned into ashes.
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