Vol 2 Chapter 939: Umbridge's office

Harry left the auditorium with his bag and walked up the marble staircase in two steps.
The unnamed fire that suddenly broke out was still burning in his heart.
Thinking of the horrified expression on the faces of Avon, Ron and Hermione, he felt a deep pleasure.
When he calmed down, he regretted it a bit.
Harry knew that he shouldn't be angry with Ai Wen, and he would lose his temper, but the body was uncontrollable and annoyed.
The recent pain in the scars made him upset, but he couldn't say it.
There were rumors everywhere in the school. The original friends were full of distrust of him. Ron and Hermione kept arguing and quarreling. The woman of Umbridge was full of malice, and Professor McGonagall asked him to bow. Being a man, Dumbledore is indifferent to him, and Ai Wen is allowed to develop things...
This is the case in the morning, at noon, and at night, and back to the bedroom. He has no place to escape.
Under all kinds of pressure, he felt that he was about to be driven crazy.
Harry's footsteps slowed down and he suddenly found himself had nowhere to go.
"Go to the library for a while, then go to the woman to close the confinement, and go back to Aiwen after the evening to apologize." He pitifully thought, "I want to control my temper, empty the brain, do not want anything..."
Just then, the Pippi ghost drilled out of an empty classroom wall and threw a few ink bottles like acrobatics.
"Oh, it’s a silly baby Potter!" Pippi said, giggling. "You don't eat, what are you doing here?"
He let the two ink pools fall to the ground and smashed, and the ink splashed on the wall.
Harry hurried back to escape, yelling, "Get out, Pippi!"
"The geeks are grotesque. I saw them all in the afternoon. I told everyone." Pippi said, chasing Harry in the hallway, flying forward on him, and staring at him mischievously. "Oh, many people think that his temper is violent, Potter, Potter stupid baby, some people are not bad, know that he is just too sad, Pippi ghosts know best, he is a madman."
"Shut up!" Harry shouted, walking to a path.
The nameless fire in his body came out again. He took out his wand and prepared to give Pippi a lesson.
He learned this magic from Sirius and knew how to attack the Pippi ghost with something.
But the astute Pippi ghost did not keep up, but Harry saw a large portrait of Sir Caddogan.
As soon as he saw Harry, Sir Cardogen immediately pulled out his sword and waved at Harry in disgust, and Harry ignored him.
He is really fed up, one by one, even the ghosts and portraits are so abominable.
It's hard to imagine that he missed it all a few weeks ago.
"Come back, you run away from the coward! Don't back down, fight me!" Sir Cardogen shouted from the back of the mask with a dull voice, but Harry just continued to move forward, and Sir Caddo wanted to chase him, so Jumped into an adjacent painting, but a fierce big wolf dog living in the painting drove him back.
"Hey, Potter!" Just as he walked to the door of the library, he heard an angry voice shouting.
"What's wrong?" Harry turned his head impatiently, almost to the limit.
He saw Angelina Johnson standing on the stairs not far away, apparently running up with himself.
She seems to be more angry than him, and she may be furious at any time.
"I'll tell you what's wrong!" she said, rushing to him in front of him and pricking his chest with his fingers. "I have all heard about it. How did you get yourself at five o'clock this Friday afternoon?" Closed?"
"What?!" Harry snorted and immediately thought, "Oh, yes, choose the goalkeeper!"
"It’s time to think about it!" Angelina screamed. "I didn't tell you. I hope that all the players in the team will participate in the selection. Can you find someone who can cooperate with each team member? I don't tell Have you already set up the Quidditch Stadium for you? Now you decide not to participate!"
"I didn't decide not to go!" said Harry, feeling stabbed by these unfair words. "It was the woman named Umbridge who was punishing me for confinement, because I told her the truth about the mysterious man." ""
"Well, you can go directly to her and ask her to let you go on Friday!" Angelina said emotionally. "I don't care what you do. If you want, tell her that the mysterious person is what you imagined." Just to make sure you can be there!"
After that, she turned and walked away, leaving Harry alone standing alone.
The three second-grade girls came out of the library and immediately shrank to the corner, avoiding him far away.
That look, as if Harry would pounce on them and bite them, Harry really has this impulse...
He sighed, although he felt that Umbridge was unlikely to let himself go, but it is best to try it.
Angelina is right, he can't miss the team selection on Friday, Quidditch is his only fun.
In this case, it is best for him to go to Umbridge’s office earlier and leave a good impression on her.
Harry turned and walked toward Umbridge's office.
He knocked on the door and heard only a sweet, greasy voice shouting: "Come in."
Harry walked in cautiously and looked around.
Harry was familiar with the office when the first few owners lived here.
In the days when Gidlow Lockhart lived, the wall was full of photos of his own smile.
After Lu Ping came in, every time he came in to find him, he could meet a very interesting evil animal, in a cage or in a suitcase.
During the Sirius period, here are a variety of interesting Aurora props and delicious candy.
When the fake Moody lived here, the room was full of various utensils and handicrafts to detect other people’s misbehavior and hiding places, but they were all damaged and really crazy. After returning, I threw all of them and changed them again.
Now, Harry couldn't quite recognize the room.
All things are covered with lace drapes and tablecloths, and a few vases filled with dried flowers, each placed on a separate small cushion, with a set of decorative plates hanging on one wall, each There is a large, colorful cat on the plate with a different bow on each neck.
To be honest, these things are too disgusting!
Harry was scared, he looked at them blindly until Professor Umbridge spoke...