"Good evening, Mr. Potter."
Harry looked round in fright. He hadn't noticed her at first.
He did not notice her at first because she was wearing a dazzling red floral print dress. The color blended in with the tablecloth on the desk behind her.
"I, um, good evening, Professor Umrich." Harry said awkwardly.
"Well, sit down!" She said, with her habitual fake smile on her face, pointing to a small lace table.
She had placed a straight-back chair next to it, and there was a blank piece of parchment on the table, obviously prepared for him.
"Um!" Harry did not move and said, "It's like this, Professor Umrich, um, before we start, I, um, I want to ask you one thing."
"Oh, what?" Her bulging eyes narrowed.
"It's like this, I am a member of the Gryffindor Quidditch team. I am supposed to participate in the selection of the new goalkeeper this Friday at five o 'clock in the afternoon. I don't know if I can skip the detention that night and find another night to make up for it. " Harry finished his sentence, looked at Umrich's expression, and anxiously added, "Or one more day of punishment is fine …"
His voice became lower and lower, because Umrich's expression told him that it would not work.
"Oh, no, Mr. Potter, this is not a negotiation or a deal." Umrich said, grinning so sickeningly, as if she had just swallowed a particularly juicy fly. "Oh, no, no, no. This is your punishment for spreading evil, despicable, sensationalist lies, Mr. Potter. The punishment certainly cannot be adjusted to suit the convenience of those who have made mistakes. No, tomorrow, the day after tomorrow, the day after tomorrow, and Friday, you must come here at five o 'clock in the afternoon and be detained according to the plan. I think it is actually a good thing that you have missed some of your favorite activities. It should strengthen the lesson I intend to teach you, and let you fully realize your mistakes. This is good for you. "
Harry felt the blood rushing to his head and his ears ringing.
Based on what she said, he had spread evil, despicable, and sensationalist lies, which was why he was here to be punished.
But what he said was the truth, he told the truth!
Umrich tilted her head slightly and stared at Harry, still wearing a sickening smile on her face.
She seemed to know exactly what was going on in his mind, and was waiting to see if he would explode again.
That look seemed to be silently provoking him to see if he dared to do so.
Harry really wanted to roar or pounce on her. There were only the two of them here …
With great effort, he turned his eyes away from her, tossed his bag on the floor beside the straight-backed chair, and sat down.
"That's right, Mr. Potter! From the looks of it, the punishment has worked. We are now able to control our emotions better, right? Now, write some sentences for me. No, not with your quill, "Umrich said coquettishly. Umbridge said sweetly, and as Harry stooped to open his satchel, she hastened to add, "You'll be using a very unusual pen of mine. Here."
She picked up the long, thin, sharp black quill from the table and handed it to him.
"Well, I want you to write: I can't lie," she said to him softly, with a smile on her face.
"How many times?" Harry asked, putting on a praiseworthy and courteous look.
"Oh, write until the sentence is engraved in your heart," Umrich said coyly, "Start writing."
She went to her desk and sat down. She buried her head in a pile of parchment papers, which looked like a batch of papers waiting to be graded.
Harry lifted the sharp black quill and realized what was missing.
"You didn't give me ink," he said.
"Oh, you don't need ink," Professor Umrich said, with a slight smile in her voice.
Harry put the tip of the quill on the paper and wrote: I can't lie.
The next second, he sucked in a breath of cold air 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 Harry's right hand. They were beautiful and deep in the flesh, as if they had been carved with a scalpel. However, as he stared at the bright red wound, the skin healed again. The place where the words had been was only a little redder than before, but it felt smooth.
Harry turned to look at Umrich. She was looking at him, her wide toad-like mouth forming a smile.
"What's wrong?"
"Nothing," Harry said softly.
He looked down at the parchment, put the tip of the quill on it again, and wrote: I can't lie.
He felt the burning pain on the back of his hand again, and the words were carved into his skin again.
After a few seconds, the wound healed again at a speed that was visible to the naked eye.
Just like that, Harry wrote the words on the parchment over and over again.
He soon realized that he was not using ink, but his own blood.
Over and over again, the words were carved into the back of his hand and then healed.
Then, when he put the tip of the quill on the parchment again, the words would appear again.
Time ticked by. About half an hour had passed, but it felt like centuries to Harry.
He gritted his teeth and did not say a word. He did not want to show any weakness.
Even if he had to sit here all night and cut his hand deeply with the quill.
Knock, knock, knock. There was a knock on the door.
"Come in," Umrich said sweetly. Harry also stopped and looked at the door.
Then, his eyes suddenly widened, and he could not believe that Elwyn walked in.
"Good evening, Professor Umrich!" Elwyn was also stunned!
He swallowed his saliva. The decoration style of the room suddenly gave him a layer of goosebumps. It was too scary. It reminded him of the combination of Madam Perdiff's teahouse and Harry's aunt and uncle's house. Everywhere was bright red.
Even Umrich's fiery red floral dress seemed to blend in with the surroundings.
Then, he saw Harry sitting next to the table staring at him. He did not fit in with everything here.
"Elwyn, what are you doing here?" Harry asked subconsciously.
"I invited Mr. Mason over for tea. I want to have a chat with the school's new male student council president." Umrich said with a smile. "Please continue, Mr. Potter. Don't mind us."
Although he said that, Harry still focused on what the two of them wanted to talk about.
He did not know why Elwyn was here. He actually wanted to have tea with Umrich. Was Elwyn crazy?!
Or did the two of them come to some kind of compromise?
Umrich walked to the round tea table next to the fire. There were prepared tea and pastries on it.
"Come here, Mr. Mason. Don't just stand there." She said enthusiastically, her wide mouth forming a smile. She gestured for Elwyn to sit opposite her. "I've wanted to talk to you for a long time."
"Well, can't we ask Harry to come with us?" Elwyn asked, looking at the quill in Harry's hand.
Following Elwyn's gaze, Umrich noticed that Harry had been looking at them. She shook her head.
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