Chapter 290: Interrogation

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"Potter, I want to know why you are in my office?" Dolores Umbridge grabbed Harry by the hair.
Moreover, Umbridge was far more than coming.
Harry could already see the situation on Hermione's side... She was smashed to the ground by Slytherin's Pansy Parkinson, and her wand was snatched by Parkinson; Harry now only I hope Parkinson can start lightly.
Draco Malfoy had taken Harry's wand from Umbridge; Malfoy was leaning on the window sill, smiling smugly, and throwing Harry's wand in the air with one hand and catching it. .
Several Slytherin students walked in one after another, and Crabbe squeezed Neville Longbottom's neck tightly, looking like he was suffocating Neville.
And Ron Weasley was dragged in by Gore; Ron looked like he was petrified, and he couldn't move his whole body except his eyes.
Luna Lovegood was hugged tightly by a big Slytherin girl, while Ginny Weasley was held back by the Montage. They were all caught, none left...
The last one who walked in was Christoph Patrick. He glanced around the office, and then respectfully reported to Umbridge: "Principal, I think Potter and all his accomplices should be here. !"
"You did a great job, very good..." Umbridge exclaimed excitedly: "I have never seen such an excellent student as you, Christophe..."
Harry had never thought that he would hate a Hogwarts student so much... even for Draco Malfoy, his hatred was far from that high.
At the beginning, in the responsive room, he led someone to catch him; in Professor Dumbledore’s office, he took out the parchment that caused Professor Dumbledore to leave the school; now, he is about to kill Sirius. Up...
But Harry's thoughts were interrupted by Umbridge.
"Why the are you in my office, Potter?" Umbridge yelled in a hoarse voice.
"I just... just want to take my firebolt!" Ha said in a hoarse voice.
More than half a year ago, in the first Quidditch match of the semester, Harry's Firebolt was taken away by Umbridge for a reason!
"Liar!" Umbridge shook Harry's head fiercely. "Your firebolt was seen firmly in the basement by Mr. Filch, you know very well, Potter!"
"We want to sabotage!" A voice came from the other side, and it was Hermione who spoke.
Hermione was sore by Pansy Parkinson, but she still struggled and said: "We think if we can burn your office, we can succeed Fred and George and become the next trickster at Hogwarts. ..."
Harry admired Hermione's ability to make up a story temporarily; from Umbridge's expression, she seemed a little convinced.
"She lied!" A clean voice made Harry's mood fall to the bottom again.
"Professor Umbridge, I heard Potter use your fireplace to talk to someone outside!" Christopher Patrick said calmly.
...
"Very good, very good, Christophe!" Umbridge nodded at Jon, and then continued to ask: "It is obvious that talking to that person is very important to you... It's Albus. Is Dumbledore? Or is Hagrid the bastard?"
Harry felt resentful in his heart, and he trembled.
"It's none of your business who I talk to," he growled.
Umbridge's sagging face seemed to tighten.
"I suggest using Veritaserum, professor!" Draco Malfoy suggested by the side: "So Potter can tell the truth!"
"Severus once gave me a bottle... but I ran out..." Umbridge said slowly.
Pansy Parkinson glanced at Jon with a questioning look, but Jon shook his head slightly at her.
"Very good..." Umbridge drew out his magic wand: "Very well, I have no other choice... This matter should be more important than school discipline, it is related to the safety of the Ministry of Magic... Yes ..."
Umbridge seemed to be talking to himself, persuading himself to do something.
Harry didn't quite understand what she meant, but Hermione on the side seemed to see something.
"Professor Umbridge, what are you going to do?" she yelled.
"You forced me to do this, Potter..." Umbridge still swayed in place restlessly: "The Heart Drilling Curse should make you speak!"
"No..." Hermione screamed, "Professor Umbridge... this is illegal..."
But Hermione could not continue to shout.
Because Christopher Patrick handed Pansy Parkinson another color at this time, Pansy covered Hermione's mouth with understanding, not letting her make any noise.
Harry suddenly became frightened. He remembered that in the first Defense Against the Dark Arts class in the fourth grade, Professor Moody had taught them three "Unforgivable Curses".
He thought of Neville again, and Neville's parents seemed to be driven mad by the curse.
Shouldn't he be like them... Harry began to imagine himself lying on the bed in St Mungo’s Magic Hospital~EbookFREE.me~ But he wouldn’t tell Umbridge anyway. One word. Harry closed his eyes, and he could hear Hermione's sobbing, and Umbridge's breathing quickly from excitement.
"Drilling heart..."
"Wait a minute, Professor Umbridge!" Christopher Patrick said again.
...
"Christopher?" Umbridge didn't finish her spell, she turned her head in surprise.
"The Heart Drill is useful, but it may not let Potter tell the truth. He might say a false news to deceive you, Professor Umbridge." Jon explained calmly: "But there is another spell, you can read Bo His special thoughts let his secrets unreservedly exposed!"
"Christopher...could it be...you know that spell..." Umbridge's voice became stammered.
"A little bit." Jon continued to say calmly, "But this spell is also a spell prohibited by the Ministry of Magic, so I need you..."
"I allow it!" Umbridge interrupted Jon's words directly: "Christopher, I allow you to use any spell here!"
"That's great!"
Jon nodded, drew his wand and pointed it at Harry.
...
Harry Potter naturally guessed what the other party was going to do.
He tried to concentrate, recalling every word that Snape had taught him; he regretted not working Occlumency...
"Patient mind ()!"
PS: Tomorrow Jon will start slaughtering Umbridge. Pigs that have been raised for a year can be slaughtered.
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