novelraw Chapter 171 Dark Justice League (Catching Bugs)
Chapter 171 Dark Justice League (Catching Bugs)
"Harriet Potter."
Harry was dozing off when suddenly his name was called out by Umbridge in pink wizard robes.
According to Hermione's good answer earlier in the morning, she raised her head and answered innocently, "Yes, Professor Umbridge."
"Read five pages of No. 30, 'Development of Defense in the Sixteenth World' aloud, dear," Umbridge ordered.
She read obediently.Umbridge, at first glance, is the kind of person who loves power, and his whole pursuit in life is to make everyone around him obey.
Harley didn't bother to bring herself down to Umbridge's level, so she didn't intend to confront this woman head-on, even if she wanted to throw up at the word "dear".
Harry finished reading the ramblings and looked up at Umbridge, who looked back at her with a smile that was a mixture of arrogance and contentment.
"Very good, Miss Potter," she drew out her voice, sharp and piercing, almost like fingernails on a blackboard, "I hope everyone here can learn from her."
At least this class passed peacefully, but Harley thinks Umbridge ruined the lovely pink in her heart...
She was packing the books and waking up Queenie, who was already paralyzed from sleep, when a Ravenclaw boy she didn't know came over to deliver a message.
"Umbridge asked you to come to her office after class."
"Why?" Harry wondered, she clearly avoided any confrontation.
The boy shook his head, expressing that he didn't know, and walked away.
"I think... she's trying to trick you." Hermione said softly, and the seat behind Harry was hers and Ron's, so they also heard the message from the boy.
"Don't use any stationery she hands you," Ron added gravely.
Harley nodded, carrying her schoolbag, said goodbye to Queenie who was going to the library to do her homework, and walked silently along the corridor to the office of the professor of Defense Against the Dark Arts.
As soon as she opened the door...Harry felt...she was going to be blinded.
Although she hadn't seen the office of the Defense Against the Dark Arts teachers who changed every year before, she also knew that it would never be like this-almost everything was wrapped in lace cloth, either pink or white , and on the wall behind her is a set of decorative plates, each with a cat on it, with a bow...
Harry was sure that even Catwoman...couldn't stand these cats on plates...
No matter how girlish you are, you won't be able to stand these idyllic and rustic decorations...
You can tell at a glance... Umbridge must be single, and will continue to be single...
At this moment, a short figure that almost melted into the background turned around—Umbridge was also wearing fancy robes, and Harry really wanted to study the aesthetics of wizards...
"Good afternoon, Professor Umbridge." She made her most calm expression.
"Good afternoon," Umbridge pointed to the lace-covered chair opposite her desk. "Sit down."
Harry did.Umbridge also sat down on his office chair, and now he was propping his face with his little fat hands, staring at Harry silently, still with that uncomfortable smile on his lips.
"I can't stop the Triwizard Tournament, it's the nonsense of the Sports Department and the Communication Department." She said slowly, the change of topic made Harry feel baffled, "And I can stop you from being abused by irresponsible teachers , don't you think I'm doing the right thing, dear?"
"Your approach... is a good implementation of the spirit of the Ministry of Magic." Harry bypassed the positive answer of "yes" or "no".
"Dumbledore said that darkness is coming, what do you think?"
Sure enough... the cliché has officially begun.
"I just came back from America, so I don't know anything, and I hope Professor Umbridge can enlighten me." Harry said calmly.
"Did you come back to America because of this?" Umbridge smiled sweeter, a big slit opened in his toad-like mouth.
"No." Harry's eyes turned cold.
"What's that, dear?"
"The quality of teaching at Hogwarts." Harry said boldly.Regarding the quality of teaching... Thinking of that divination teacher... Harley just wanted to haha.
"In fact, the average score of Ilvermorny's test scores in recent years has been higher than that of Hogwarts."
"I don't know the details, thank you professor for ordering."
Umbridge was silent, looking at Harry with deliberate contempt.
"Do you think Dumbledore is a liar?" She threw out this sensitive question directly.
"He's our headmaster, and a student shouldn't talk about his teacher like that," said Harley, "and the Ministry of Magic will certainly not advocate such behavior."
"Then are you a liar?" Umbridge grinned completely, with an exaggerated and deliberate smile, "Like all your answers here today. You know, I don't believe any of them, dear."
This... is a personal attack!
Harry didn't smile, so she didn't bother to smile at Umbridge, "It's not up to me to decide what to say about me—even if I never lie, people who have prejudice against me will accuse me of being a liar." She said lightly replied.
"A lot of people think you're the same as Dumbledore, too."
Umbridge just talk, Harry didn't say anything herself, okay?That's why I have today's cliché, I want to see if she is also on Dumbledore's side.
"It's a free country and everyone has freedom of speech," Halle said. "As for the 'many people' you mentioned - Le Pen said groups are ignorant, unconscious. I'm trying not to be one of them." One member, let alone be controlled by them."
Umbridge didn't ask any more questions, she leaned back slowly, leaned back in the chair, raised her head, and looked at Harry with condescending eyes.
"It seems that you are a conceited person, Miss Potter, and this is wrong, not the behavior that a lady should have-I will educate you for your parents who died prematurely."
She pointed to the white paper and a quill on the desk, "Pick up the pen and write 'I can't be conceited' three hundred times."
When Umbridge talked about her parents, Harley almost exploded, and she was already quite angry by this time.She looked at the quill, whether it was the corporal punishment tool Ron said, she would never touch it.
"No," Harry said coldly, "Why should I write, I'm not egotistical."
"You are corporal punishment, a violation of human rights, I don't need to sit here and accept it." She had already stood up with her schoolbag, and walked to the office door, "I am willing to come here today, I have given you enough face , It was you who first tore apart this layer of false peace."
"Come back!" Umbridge yelled at Harry, standing up. "No student has dared to leave the office without my permission!"
"That's it for now," Harry said as he gripped the doorknob, "there will be more in the future."
What can Umbridge do?Curse her with a wand?Harry had already grasped the Batarang in his pocket.
If she dared to seal the door, Harry dared to blow it apart.
"I'll let Hogwarts expel you!"
This is the killer feature of Fen Toad/Toad?All Harry wanted to do was roll his eyes at her.
"Wow, I'm so scared—whatever!"
After finishing speaking, she opened the door, slammed it behind her, and went to the library to find Queenie without thinking.
At dinner, Umbridge was glaring at Harry viciously from the table of honor while dancing to Dumbledore, presumably suing.Tsk, Xingzi Spit must have sprayed the headmaster's face, and Harry expressed sympathy.
Harry also stared back at Umbridge, imagining the chicken leg in her hand as her head, intending to bite it down hard - but with such an association, she lost her appetite.
All she could do was scoop out a huge chunk of chocolate cake with a fork and eat it all over her mouth.
Several Gryffindors have already heard about the "great deed" of Harry challenging Umbridge's authority. Both Fred and George said that Harry is their hero, and they will do the same next time they are locked up , and even try to break a cat plate.
Ron on the opposite side stared at her, "This is the first time I've seen you willing to eat these 'high-calorie, low-nutrient' foods."
"I need dopamine." Seeing that Ron didn't understand these Muggle words, Harry added, "Foods high in sugar can promote the secretion of dopamine, which is the substance that makes you happy."
"Being in love also produces dopamine." Queenie sipped the pudding.
Then she leaned into Harry's ear, "Want dopamine? Call Damian on the Double Mirror."
"There are so many tricks that the two-way mirror can play... Gao Chao's dopamine is several orders of magnitude higher than that of a cake."
What is Queenie implying? !Harry retreated quickly, staring at her friend, "Evil—are you 14?"
Queenie shrugged, seeing that no one was listening to their conversation, and then continued to whisper, "What a fuss? Then you don't know what some senior boys want to do to you when they see you—even some It looks sanctimonious."
"You know some people want to role-play the Dark Lord and Snow White with you?" Queenie blinked. "You're Snow White."
"Who are you talking about?" What the hell is this.
"This is other people's privacy and cannot be disclosed," Queenie refused to answer. "This is a regulation from the Legilimency Association."
"Don't try to lie to me, where is the Legilimency Association?"
"It's all normal, some girls also have bad thoughts, it's human nature." Queenie said, "I didn't go near Damian, I dare say he will only be more evil—— You use the unique method of the Assassin League to tie up and hang it..."
"It's not..." Harry put down the half-eaten cake, "Damian is honest."
Queenie's eyes looked like she saw a ghost, "You sound...disappointed?!"
"Of course...not..." Harry picked up the chocolate cake again...
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For the next few days, Harry waited for Dumbledore to talk to her. She didn't think Umbridge was the kind of person who would be easily dismissed by the old headmaster.
But the conversation did not wait, only a big news from the wizarding world came——
Azkaban Prison Break. *
Ten lifelong, notorious Death Eaters.Each hand has several names.
After Neville read the newspaper, he left his half-eaten breakfast and went back to the dormitory. Later Ron said that he had locked himself in the curtain on the bed all day.
And for Harley, this news also means... Sirius will not be innocent until Voldemort finally falls...
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Almost on the same day, Sirius, who was still in the Watchtower Prison, also received the "Daily Prophet" that Bruce sent him.
After a moment of anger and panic, he quickly calmed down.
"I see," Sirius nodded to Bruce, "Fudge even framed me as the mastermind of the escape—so I'm sure I won't be able to regain my innocence anytime soon."
Bruce didn't deny his thoughts.
"Because Dumbledore has applied for a retrial of your case with your Wizengamot court before the escape, so they now know that you are in the hands of our Justice League," Bruce said quietly, "British Magic The Ministry, the Magical Congress of the United States, and the British and American governments have all demanded that we hand over you to the Wizengamot."
Sirius thought of all these.
He closed his eyes, suppressed the bitterness in his heart, "Tell Harry...I'm sorry." No matter how much he said, there was no point in saying it.
"Thank you for protecting and taking care of Harley at Wayne's house for three years. Even as a dog, you have brought her a lot of happiness. Don't belittle yourself, she really needs you." Bruce said.
"Thank you for the comfort." Sirius stood up and raised his hands, "Shall we start now?"
Bruce didn't answer, as if... waiting for something?
Suddenly, several figures appeared behind Bruce, and Sirius was about to call out a warning, but saw the other party shook his head slightly at him.
Sirius finally saw that there were Zatanna and Constantine in the team.
And Batman - just let Zatanna sneak attack and knock him down.
Before he had time to ask a question, the female mage stretched out her hand to herself, and after an incomprehensible incantation, he landed in a strange house after being dizzy.
"Welcome to the House of Mysteries, Mr. Black, this is the base of the Dark Justice League." Zatana stood in front of several strange people and introduced him, "I am Zatana Zatara, we Haven't met formally yet, though I've only touched your head—when you were Titus."
Sirius got up from the ground and looked around.
"Behind me are some members of the current Dark Justice League-Konstantin, you may have seen it, this is the dead Boston Brand, and Mrs. Shangdu."
"You... saved me?" he asked, "I don't even know you."
"Don't be narcissistic, big dog, we may need you." Constantine still had a cigarette in his mouth, scanning Sirius from top to bottom, "You need us too, and the Dark Justice League cannot unconditionally protect you , you need to prove your worth."
"Then I'm... going to be abducted by you?" Sirius relaxed, "You know that I have a wanted warrant from the British Ministry of Magic, right? I'm a big trouble."
Both Constantine and Brand actually... laughed.
"I probably—" Constantine looked up and thought, "There are arrest warrants in more than a dozen countries?" He shrugged, "I have forgotten the number."
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It was the second night of Azkaban's escape, the huge campus of Hogwarts was shrouded in bleak moonlight, and the students and most of the faculty members were asleep.
And in the tall headmaster's office, under the gaze of many portrait eyes, Dumbledore was handing a cup of thick potion to Snape, who was panting...even dying to a certain extent.
"I thought he would treat you better after he got ten loyal men. I'm sorry, Severus."
Dumbledore followed the Potions Master's back.
Snape finally had the strength to speak after downing a large potion.
"Since I learned the story of the Horcrux, everything suddenly became explainable." He coughed lightly, but did not delay the report at all.
"I guess...he went to the hiding place of the remaining Horcruxes - what could be more important than his life-saving tool now?"
"Then...he came back and had Bellatrix Lestrange summon a house-elf...I don't know him, I just heard Lestrange call him 'Kreacher '. The Dark Lord seemed shocked to see Kreacher..."
"What I don't understand is that the Dark Lord, who has never bothered to pay attention to these lowly creatures, actually interrogated Kreacher for an hour... After that, he chopped up the house elf in front of everyone. head of."*
"Assuming this house-elf has something to do with Horcruxes," said Dumbledore, his blue eyes sparkling, his expression serious. "Do you think he was the last one?"
"I don't know... the Dark Lord has always been angry, ever since... his resurrection this time. And, if the Horcruxes were really destroyed, Kreacher would be furious whether he was recruited or not," Snape shook "Moreover, there is no possibility that Kreacher will not recruit. Since Bella can summon him, he must recognize Bella as the master to a certain extent."
"It is impossible for a house-elf to disobey the master's order."
"Then he... sent for Sirius Black," said Snape, "and he had to be captured alive."