Vol 2 Chapter 845: Memo

"Harry, calm down," Fanlin urged in a low voice, but it was useless.
"No noise is forbidden, Mr. Fanlin El, I think as the chairman of the student union, you have to set an example, don't you?" Umbridge let out a sour laugh, "for someone who doesn't know the rules people……"
"So, what happened to Cedric can be solved by an accident?" Harry said furiously, Umbridge's attitude very well irritated him.
Everyone had their spirits, and apart from Fanlin, no one knew what happened that night.
Cedric disappeared, and only Harry came back. When Cedric appeared, Cedric's temperament had changed drastically, and it seemed that something terrible had happened.
And according to Hogwarts’ rumors, Cedric was transformed into a vampire,
"Oh, that's a sad result." Umbridge said coldly.
"That was a conspiracy," Harry said. He could feel himself trembling with anger. He just told everyone about this. At least 30 classmates are listening enthusiastically. "Voldemort harmed him, and those things, you know."
"What do I know?" Umbridge seemed to hear a joke.
"Cedric had an accident," Harry said.
"Then you mean, you killed him? I'm sorry, but you have to make me think so." Umbridge shook his head, "So, what do you think? Potter? Maybe we still need Take another trip to Wiesengamo?"
"Oh, good!" Harry nodded, "If that makes you recognize reality."
There was no expression on Professor Umbridge's face.
For a moment, Harry thought she might scream at himself.
Then she said in her softest, sweet, girl-like voice: "I'm sorry, Mr. Potter, I think you are not enough."
Umbridge looked at Harry dangerously, "We are teachers and students, so..."
Umbridge paused.
"Come here, Mr. Potter, dear."
Harry left his chair, strode past Fanlin and walked to the teacher's desk.
He could feel the entire classroom holding their breath. He was so angry that he didn't notice what happened next.
Professor Umbridge took out a roll of pink parchment from her handbag, spread it on the table, and dipped the quill in the ink and began to scribble.
She bulged her back so Harry couldn't see what she was writing. After a minute passed, she rolled up the parchment and tapped her wand lightly, and the wand glued the seams of the parchment, making it impossible for Harry to open it.
"Give this note to Professor McGonagall, dear," Professor Umbridge said, and gave him the parchment.
He took it without saying a word, turned around and walked out of the room without even looking at Fanlin and the others, and then slammed the classroom door.
He walked quickly in the corridor, holding the note for Professor McGonagall tightly in his hand, but after a sharp turn, he suddenly ran into Pepy Ghost. A little man with a wide mouth was floating behind him. In the air, playing on the inkwell.
"Why is this little Potter!" Pippi chuckled. And make the wall all ink.
Harry jumped back and left the road angrily. "Go away, Pippi."
"Oh, you will be irritable if you want to be wrong," Pepigui said. Follow Harry down the hallway, glancing at him maliciously from above. "What time is it now? My kid? Hear voices? See fantasies? Talk..."
Pippi said loudly, "You can't speak?"
"I said, leave and leave me alone!" Harry shouted, and he almost threw out an unknown spell.
He ran down the nearest stairs, but Pepy Ghost slid down the railing of the stairs and followed him.
"Oh, many people think he's screaming, little guy, but some kind people think he's just sad, and Pepi Ghost knows the most so they know he's crazy—"
"Shut up!" A door to his left suddenly opened, and Professor McGonagall appeared from her office, looking cold and annoyed.
"What are you yelling, Potter?" she said sharply, when Pippy left her sight happily. "Why are you not in the classroom?"
"I was sent to see you," Harry said stiffly.
"Send? What do you mean, send?"
Harry stiffened, and then he took out Professor Umbridge's note. Professor McGonagall took it over, frowned, used her wand to tear it apart, flattened it, and started to look.
Harry watched the surroundings as she read what Umbridge had written.
"Come here, Potter." Harry followed Professor McGonagall in. The door closed automatically behind him.
"Okay," said Professor McGonagall, turning around him, "is this true?"
"What is true?" Harry asked, seemingly intending to be more positive. "Professor?" Harry added.
"Is it true that you yelled at Professor Umbridge?"
"Yes," Harry said.
"You call her a liar?"
"Yes."
"You told her that someone who couldn't even mention by name came back?"
"Yes."
Professor McGonagall sat down behind the table and looked at him closely. Then she said, "Have a cookie, Potter."
"Eat-what?"
"Have a biscuit." She repeated impatiently, pointing to a grid of cans on a stack of paper on her table. "Then sit down."
Harry was here before, when he first joined the Quidditch team. He sat on a chair and ate a cookie. Professor McGonagall also temporarily put down Professor Umbridge's note and looked at Harry seriously.
"Potter, you have to be careful." Harry swallowed the cookie and stared at her.
Professor McGonagall’s voice was not what it was before; it was no longer strong, harsh, and fresh; it became depressed and worried. "Misconduct in Professor Umbridge’s class should be more than 50 points deducted and confinement. UU Reading www.uukanshu.com"
"That is……"
"Potter, use your usual sense." Professor McGonagall said harshly, suddenly returning to her original form. "You know where she is from, who she is working for, and you know who she will report this to."
The bell rang after class. There was a clumsy voice above my head—it was hundreds of students moving.
"Here it says she will confine you every night, starting tomorrow." Professor McGonagall said, looking down at Professor Umbridge's memo again.
"Every night this week!" Harry repeated, horrified in his words. "But, Professor, you can't..."
"No, I can't..." Professor McGonagall said weakly.
"but……"
"She is your teacher and puts you in confinement every night. You go to her room at 5 o'clock tomorrow, the first one. Just remember: you must be with Professor Umbridge."