At five o 'clock in the evening, Elwyn and Harry went to Umrich's office to be grounded and receive her punishment.
Unsurprisingly, she took out the black quill and placed it in front of the two of them during her confinement.
With a wide, smug grin, she told Evan and Harry that the right amount of pain would make them both a little more awake.
"But, Professor, Professor Meg said that you're not allowed to use this dangerous quill again," said Elwyn.
"I'm in charge here, Mr. Mason. I think some pain is a good thing for you two. It can help you learn the difference between fantasy and reality." Umrich said in a sweet voice, "Well, we'd better not waste time. You two know the rules. Use this quill to write 'I can't lie' until I'm satisfied."
"Well, are you sure you want me to use this quill to write this sentence?" Elwyn asked again. "I have to emphasize again that I think this quill is very dangerous. It will leave an indelible mark on people's bodies."
"It won't threaten your life. It will only make you remember your duty," said Umrich proudly. She seemed to think that Elwyn was afraid. "But if you can promise that you won't continue to spread or publish those rumors in the newspaper, I can stop this punishment. After all, my purpose is to make you two realize your mistakes."
"Oh, then I'd better write a sentence!" Elwyn replied in a long voice. "After all, the truth can't be denied."
Harry sighed. At this time, what was the use of Elwyn saying these things?
In his opinion, it was useless except to make them look weaker under Umrich's punishment and make her feel more smug.
He accepted his fate and picked up the black quill. This time, with Elwyn accompanying him, he would feel better.
But the next second, Harry saw a black light flash on the quill in Elwyn's hand. A complicated magic rune flashed. Harry blinked to make sure that he was not mistaken. He saw Elwyn smile at him and then start to write.
Elwyn put the tip of the quill on the paper and wrote: I can't lie.
"Ah!" Umrich, who had been looking at them proudly, screamed in pain.
Harry was stunned for a moment. He noticed that the back of Elwyn's hand was not cut, but this line of words appeared on Umrich's cheek. It was red and bleeding, and the words were deeply embedded in her skin, as if they were carved by a scalpel …
Harry was confused and did not respond. What the hell was going on?
It was not until Elwyn wrote it again and Umrich screamed again and covered her face with her toad-like mouth that Harry finally realized what was going on. Then, he was overjoyed. It was the magic that Elwyn cast just now. He transferred the damage that the quill should have caused to them to Umrich's face.
This was amazing. How did he do it?!
Harry watched everything that was happening in front of him with his mouth wide open. He was very excited!
Elwyn had been telling him to be patient and not to provoke Umrich, but now he was doing it more thoroughly than Harry.
Umrich also realized that Elwyn was playing tricks on her.
Whenever Elwyn wrote, her cheeks would burn with pain, as if someone was cutting her flesh with a knife.
It was the magic on the quill. He transferred the damage to her body. It was a horrible feeling, as if someone was really cutting her flesh with a knife. The blood flowed down her cheeks, making her look even more terrifying.
"Stop, stop! You bastard, how, how dare you do this …" Umbridge shrieked.
"I'm sorry, Professor. What are you talking about?" Elwyn asked, but the quill kept writing at a very fast speed.
"Ah, I told you to stop. Ah, stop now! Stop writing!" Umrich screamed in a high-pitched voice. She lunged at Elwyn, trying to grab the quill in his hand.
However, a red light flashed, and Umrich flew backward and fell heavily to the ground.
"Professor, I hope you can calm down. The rules of Hogwarts and the laws of the Ministry of Magic do not stipulate that a professor has the right to attack a student, and the student can't defend himself." Elwyn said, "And I'm now accepting your punishment. You just told me clearly that I can't stop writing until you're satisfied. I can't be sure if you're satisfied now."
Following Ivan's movements, Umbridge felt a burning pain on his face. The words carved into his skin again and again. A few seconds later, the wound quickly healed, but Ivan's writing speed was simply too fast. The speed at which his skin healed was slower than the speed at which he was cut.
Streaks of red scratches were left there, and tiny beads of blood oozed out.
If Elwyn kept writing, Umrich's face would probably be disfigured. The damage caused by this kind of witchcraft magic was very difficult to heal. No matter where she went in the future, people would first see her face and the sentence: I can't lie.
This is what she deserves, Harry thought happily. He felt that the dissatisfaction that had accumulated since the beginning of the school had been swept away.
"Stop now, you'll regret it, Mason. Gryffindor will deduct 100 points. I'm going to fire you!" Umrich shouted.
She endured the pain, took out her wand, and cast a few spells at Elwyn.
However, it did not work at all. The green light flew toward Elwyn, and there were a few bangs.
A crimson shield with delicate patterns appeared in front of Elwyn out of thin air, blocking all of Umrich's magic.
As long as she did not use Killing Curse or other special spells, Elwyn was confident that this shield could block the opponent's attack.
If Umrich lost her mind and used that kind of extreme magic, she would really be in trouble!
Regardless of whether she was a senior investigator or a special deputy minister of the Ministry of Magic, as long as she used the Unforgivable Curse on Elwyn, she would be locked up in Azkaban.
"Stop, Mason!" Umrich said in a flattering tone. The attack was ineffective, and the threat was ineffective. She seemed to finally understand the current situation, and the pain on her face was almost unbearable …
"Professor, I'm too stupid. I haven't heard you say you're satisfied yet. I'm not sure if I should stop your punishment." Elwyn learned from Umrich and said calmly. He had already thought about how to end this matter!
"I'm satisfied, I'm very satisfied. You've done a good job, Mr. Mason. Stop now!"
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