While the trial was going on, Harry was still in Umrich's confinement for the last time. He kept writing "I can't lie" on the parchment, hoping that this would be the last time he would be confined by this woman.
Umrich had just told him that she had ordered a new black quill and it would be delivered next week.
The subtext of this sentence was that if Harry made another mistake, it would not be as simple as writing a few sentences. She would not hesitate to give Harry the same bloody punishment as before. Harry did not care. He was determined not to lie because of threats.
But as Elwyn said, there was no need to argue with her. This woman was simply hopeless.
Umrich was now wholeheartedly evaluating the professors and had no time to care about Elwyn, Harry, and the others.
A week was enough for her to get a general idea of the situation. She was a little disappointed that, except for Filch, the castle administrator, so far, no other professors had taken the initiative to join her or expressed support for her reform.
The whole Hogwarts was united, and everyone supported Dumbledore. They seemed to be dismissive of her evaluation and the authority of the Ministry of Magic.
Umrich was determined to get rid of a professor as soon as possible. Only then could she establish her authority.
She also had a new plan. Lucius Malfoy and some pure-blood sorcerer families had taken the initiative to contact her earlier that day. They were very interested in her identity as a senior investigator and hoped that she could do something to get rid of Dumbledore as soon as possible …
Although she had no supporters in this castle, the power behind her was not something this magic school could compare to.
If this was a war, she was confident that she could win in the end.
Seeing that Umrich did not care about him, Harry risked a glance out of the window.
He could see the figures of the Gryffindor Quidditch team flying around the field from afar. Under the three tall goalposts stood a dozen dark figures, obviously waiting to be the goalkeepers.
Because they were too far away, it was impossible to see which one was Ron.
Harry wrote a few more sentences and pretended to move closer to the table. He could hear the sound of Umrich's quill.
He looked up again. He did not know who was defending the goalpost, and he was doing a terrible job.
In the few seconds that Harry mustered his courage to peek, Cattie Bell scored two goals in a row.
He lowered his gaze and looked at the long parchment, which was less than one-fifth of the way through. He really hoped that the goalkeeper was not Ron.
Just like that, Harry wrote "I can't lie" while secretly looking outside for a few seconds.
He saw a goalkeeper save all the balls, and there was a burst of cheers on the field, which could even be heard faintly from the castle. Harry was not sure if it was Ron, because that guy did too well!
From what he had learned from helping Ron with his training these past few days, it would be difficult for Ron to do this.
Just like that, the sky gradually darkened and Harry could see nothing. His parchment was filled with the phrase "I can't lie". His wrist was so sore that he did not have the strength to write anymore.
"Mr. Potter, I hope you will remember these words. If there is a next time, it will not be so simple!" Umrich said softly, walking over and taking the parchment from Harry's hands.
Harry touched her stubby, ringed hand and felt a sudden burning pain. It was the scar on his forehead.
At the same time, there was a very strange feeling somewhere in his midsection.
Harry came to his senses immediately and stared at her.
She stared back at him, her wide, bubbly mouth stretched wide with a smile.
"Well, Mr. Potter, you can go now!" Umrich said, not noticing Harry's abnormality.
Harry picked up his bag and left the room as quickly as he could. His heart was beating loudly and fast.
His scar had not hurt for a long time, and Elwyn had said that the pain from his scar could only be related to the Lord Voldemort.
Harry's mind suddenly had some terrible thoughts. He kept calm, and as he ran up the stairs, he said to himself, Stay calm, it may not be what you think it is.
No matter what, he had to talk to Elwyn and tell him the news as soon as possible.
"Poppy Poppy!" Harry said to the Fat Lady, panting. The portrait was opened again.
He suddenly froze, and what greeted him was a loud noise.
Ron ran towards him, his face full of smiles, holding a goblet in his hand, buttered beer spilling all over his chest.
"Harry, I did it, I was selected, I'm the goalkeeper!" Ron's voice was tearful.
"What? Oh, that's great! "Harry said, trying to smile naturally, his heart still beating wildly.
"Have some buttered beer!" Ron handed him a bottle. "I can't believe it …"
"Where's Elwyn?" Harry asked hurriedly.
"Oh, he's there, with Hermione." Ron said, looking a little overwhelmed, not noticing Harry's tone. "I was selected, Elwyn's Startaker was successfully made, and Gryffindor had a double celebration today. We'll definitely win the Quidditch Cup this year."
"Yes, we're definitely going to win." Harry looked up and saw Elwyn and Hermione sitting on the sofa by the fire. Elwyn was holding a piece of cardboard in his arms, his head lowered as he quickly wrote something on it. Hermione was dozing off beside him, the glass in her hand tilted to the side, about to spill.
Harry wanted to go over, but he and Ron were surrounded by Lavender and a group of girls, everyone very happy.
"Harry, you're back!" Angelina and Katie walked over. "We have a new goalkeeper."
"Come on, Ron, see if Oliver's old robe fits you. Oliver gave it to me when he graduated, I just found it," Katie said with a smile. Katie laughed. "We can take his name off and put yours in. He will certainly agree. We can write to him and tell him about it."
Ron walked over, while Angelina walked over to Harry.
"I'm sorry I was a little rough with you earlier, Potter," she said abruptly, taking a few sips of her beer. She said abruptly, taking a few sips of Butterbeer. "Being a boss is so stressful. You know, sometimes I feel like I'm following in Wood's footsteps."
She looked over the rim of her glass at Ron and frowned slightly.
"It's like this. I know he's your best friend, but I can say for sure that he's not ideal!" She said bluntly. "I chose him because of you, Fred, and George. I think he should be fine after some training. His family has produced a number of excellent Quidditch players. To be honest, I hope he'll be more talented in the future than he was today. The Frobisher siblings and Geoffrey Hooper both flew better than him tonight, but Hooper was always whining and complaining about trivial things. Vicky and Winnie were too involved in social activities. They admitted that they couldn't even participate in the team's training. Anyway, we have a training session at two o 'clock tomorrow afternoon. It's the first training session of the semester. You have to go this time. Bring your Firebolt. We can also test Elwyn's Startaker and compare it with the Firebolt. Oh, and I have one more thing to ask of you. Help Ron as much as you can, okay? "
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