Vol 2 Chapter 852: Writing?

"How do you feel Harry?"
"What do you mean? If it were the goalkeeper trials last night, I would express regret." Harry bowed his head back, and then naturally retracted his left hand. I have to admit that Umbridge's methods are still very good. Smart, apart from some red marks, Harry left nothing on his hands.
In fact, today was another terrible day for Harry. He did the worst in the transformation class. He didn't practice the vanishing spell at all.
Then he gave up lunch to complete the plant spectrum. At the same time, Professor McGonagall, Professor Sputlaw and Professor Trauni gave them a bunch of homework that Harry didn't plan to finish that night.
And because he was going to Umbridge tonight for the second time. Finally, Angelina told him on the way to dinner with him that the whole team will have a training session tomorrow before the new players arrive. And Harry didn't expect him to escape Umbridge's confinement tomorrow.
"I'm in confinement." Harry shouted as Angelina and Harry walked together. "Do you think I want to stay in that old Toad's house or play Quidditch with you?"
"It's just writing," Hermione comforted, and Harry lay on the bench looking at the sliced ​​meat and pie. He had no appetite.
"This is not a terrible punishment, really."
Harry opened his mouth, then closed it again, just nodding. He wasn't sure if he wanted to tell Ron, Fanlin and Hermione what happened in Umbridge's room.
He just hoped that others didn't think he seemed scared. This will only make the whole thing worse and lose face.
He vaguely felt that he and Umbridge would have a secret war, so he decided not to complain to Hermione.
"He just treated you that way?" Fanlin said uncertainly. In fact, he couldn't guarantee how Umbridge would treat Harry, and it would not be considered valid without seeing him.
"Oh, of course... it's just troublesome." Harry said quickly.
"I'm full, maybe I should go over and finish the copy earlier so that I can free up time to finish my homework." Harry squeezed a bit indiscriminately and left in a hurry.
In fact, the second confinement was as bad as the first, and the skin on the back of the hand began to slowly turn red and inflamed.
Harry thought it might not be cured for a long time.
Soon, the incision was deeply carved into his hand, and Umbridge, perhaps, would be satisfied. She never took a loud breath in the room, however, he never said a word during the confinement, except for "good evening" and "good night".
Harry had a lot of homework. When he returned to the common room in Gryffindor, although he was very tired and wanted to go to sleep, he opened his book and started to write about the moon length given by Snape. Stone powder thesis.
It was already 2:30 in the morning when he finished writing. He knew he was pathetic, but it didn't work at all; unless he was going to be locked up by Snape next.
Then he quickly wrote the answer to Professor McGonagall's question, and awkwardly revised the thesis arranged by Professor Sputlaw. As for Professor Trauni's diary, he hoped that he could have a good dream.
Harry cleaned up what he saw, then staggered back to the bed, and fell asleep as soon as he put on his pajamas.
Thursday passed in fatigue.
Ron also seemed sleepy, although Harry didn't know why. Harry's third confinement was exactly the same as the previous two, except that after 2 hours, the words "I can't lie" still did not disappear from the back of Harry's hand, and continued to stay on it, dripping blood. .
Pausing to continue writing caused Professor Umbridge to come and take a look.
"Ah," she said softly, and went around the table to check him and his wand. "Okay. This should remind you, doesn't it? You can leave tonight."
"Am I coming tomorrow?" Halinin said when he could pick up the schoolbag with his left hand and not his sensitive right.
"Oh, of course," Professor Umbridge said, smiling brighter. "Yes, I think that tomorrow night's work will make my news more deeply in your heart."
Harry never thought that there would be a teacher more hated than Snape in the world, but when he walked back to the Gryffindor Tower he thought that there was another person worse than Snape.
"She's terrible!" Harry cursed inwardly, as he climbed up the stairs on the 7th floor, ‘she is very evil, hateful, crazy old—’
"Ron?" He reached the top of the stairs, turned to the right and met Ron, who was lying in ambush behind a statue of a knight, clutching the handle of his broomstick tightly.
He jumped up in surprise when he saw Harry, and then tried to put his sweeping star behind him.
"what are you doing?"
"En? Nothing? What are you doing here?" Harry frowned and asked. "Come on, you have to tell me! What are you doing hiding here?"
"I'm... I'm avoiding Fred and George, if you have to know," Ron said, "They just walked with a group of first-year students. I bet they are experimenting with first-year students. Mine. Meaning, they can’t do experiments in the common room now, no, Hermione is not here."
"But what are you doing with your flying broomstick, and you can't use it to fly here, can you?" Harry asked.
"I... okay... okay, okay, I will tell you, but don't laugh, okay?" Ron said shyly, his face turning red slowly, little by little. "I... I think I've become a Gryffindor goalkeeper and now I have a decent flying broomstick. That's it. Go on. Laugh."
"I'm not smiling," Harry said. Ron blinked. "This is great! Are you really in the team? That's cool! I've never seen you as a goalkeeper. Are you good?"
"I...I'm not bad," Ron said.
Ron seemed very relieved by Harry's reaction~EbookFREE.me~Charlie, Ford, George always called me to be a goalkeeper during their training during the summer vacation. "
"So you were practicing last night?"
"Every night except Tuesday, just do my best. That's it. I cast a spell on the ghost flying ball to make it fly towards me, but it's not easy and I don't know how useful it is." Ron looked like Uneasy and enthusiastic.
"Fred and George will be ashamed after I finish the trials. Since I became the prefect, they have kept saying that I am too proud."
"I wish I was there," Harry said painfully as they left the common room together.
"Yes, that's it—what's on the back of your hand?" Harry just raised his right hand to hide it, but Ron found it.
"It's just a small wound...nothing...it is..."
"She only wants you to write?"