Popular Web NovelsChapter 583 If it can't be cured, just wait to die.Chapter 583 If it can't be cured, just wait for death
Malfoy Manor, in the drawing room.
Beside the elegantly decorated round table, there were several silent people sitting. Their eyes involuntarily glanced above the round table, where a delirious short and fat human body was suspended from the crystal by an invisible rope. Under the lamp, it slowly rotated, and a toad-like face was reflected on the polished tabletop.
Bellatrix had a cruel smile on her lips, Alex, who worked at the Ministry of Magic, remained silent, Lucius and others had expressionless faces, only Narcissa, who was almost directly below her, looked pale. , she probably couldn't restrain herself and glanced up from time to time.
Voldemort sat at the head of the round table with his back to the fireplace, his weird snake-like face with a sinister smile, and his scarlet vertical pupils with a cold light that wanted to devour others. He raised his yew wand. Aim at the slightly rotating human body hanging above the table and wave it gently.
"Welcome our guests."
A burst of icy chill enveloped the whole body. Umbridge's eyes trembled twice, and her consciousness recovered from the long darkness. When she opened her eyes, she saw the twisted and weird snake face. Her face instantly turned pale, and her eyes widened so hard that the bulging eyeballs almost jumped out of their sockets.
"You recognize me, right?" Voldemort chuckled.
"The Dark Lord!"
Umbridge's voice was hoarse, and she could no longer hear any sweetness. Her lips trembled, trying to say something to release herself in the name of the Ministry of Magic. But it was as if a pair of invisible hands were holding her throat. She couldn't make any sound. A strong fear made her heart beat violently, almost jumping out of her chest.
Instinctively, she couldn't think of any struggle to resist.
"Oh, I recognized her..." Voldemort seemed very satisfied with her performance. He turned around to introduce her and said with a smile, "Some people may not know her. Let me tell you. The person who came to us early was Ms. Dolores Umbridge, who was previously the Senior Undersecretary of the Ministry of Magic and part-time Professor of Defense Against the Dark Arts at Hogwarts."
Bellatrix. Chuckling, Ministry of Magic employee Alex had a strange look in his eyes.
"Actually... Minister Dolores has been committed to dealing with Dumbledore, eliminating his influence, slandering his reputation, destroying his control over Hogwarts, and covering our whereabouts... "
There was a soft laughter around the table, and the Death Eaters whispered, laughing at the woman's stupidity and her ignorance.
Umbridge's whole body was shaking uncontrollably, as if she heard some kind of hope from such laughter, and she cast her pleading eyes on the throne.
"Please...please..."
"Quiet." Voldemort retracted his fingers, and the invisible rope made a tightening sound, Umbridge A thin layer of sweat formed on his forehead and slid down his cheeks, showing an expression of pain.
"Although Professor Umbridge did not know us before, she has been covering our tracks and denying Dumbledore's warnings with great fanfare. She said that Dumbledore has become old and confused, and the Ministry of Magic She completely defeated the Dark Lord and eliminated the Death Eaters more than ten years ago... She hopes that wizards will ignore those warnings. There is no doubt that she has helped our cause a lot..."
This time the laughter was happier and harsher, every Death Eater could hear it, and there was ridicule and sarcasm in Voldemort's voice.
Umbridge's mouth opened wide, trying to breathe but only making weak gasps. Tears welled up from her eyes and fell into her hair. It was unclear whether it was out of fear or regret.
Snape stared at her with a sneer, his gaze seemed to pierce her blood vessels.
"Getting to the point..." Voldemort shook his wand lightly, and Umbridge immediately fell to the table, like a stone falling to the ground, making a dull sound, "Professor Umbridge, please You are here to be our guest because I want to know the specific content of a prophecy... You are a smart man. I believe you know what to do, right?"
"Trelawney... Prophecy?"
"Yes."
Umbridge instantly understood that it was the Death Eaters who had been looking for the blond boy. The pupils in her empty eyes kept trembling as she tried to remember the nonsense she didn't care about.
Trelawney's ethereal voice echoed in her ears: "Something black... something extremely dangerous... you will be swallowed by the danger!"
Cold. Chill enveloped Umbridge's whole body. Her breathing was rapid and disordered, and her short and fat body kept shaking. She did not dare to look at Voldemort's face. She shook off the part of the prophecy about herself and repeated shakily:
"She...she said at that time that the storm was coming. Those who look down are looking down, and it will eventually come to the world. The peepers are watching, but they will return in vain. The truth will come out before the heavy snow falls."
No useful information at all.
The smile on Voldemort's lips faded little by little, and his face became increasingly ugly. His gloomy voice was full of anger: "Is that all?"
"That's what Trelawny said. She only said this, Only these!" The breath of death enveloped her heart, and Umbridge curled up on the table and trembled. She suddenly turned her head and looked at the figure next to the man, as if she had caught some savior, "If you don't believe me, ask Snape, the whole school is here. It's spread all over, he knows it, and he knows it too!"
Snape still sneered and looked at her indifferently: "I was not there at the time, and I don't know the specific situation."
Voldemort's expression was gloomy and uncertain. Reason told him that the timid toad in front of him could not lie to him, but he did not want to believe that there would be no clues in the prophecy. All kinds of unfounded speculations emerged in his mind, and he had thousands of thoughts.
Could she have forgotten something?
Could it be that Dumbledore was covering up her memory?
"I trust your memory, Ms. Umbridge..." Voldemort said softly, and quietly pointed the wand at her head. The moment she raised her head in surprise, a cold red light illuminated her head. Shoot out.
"[Heart-cutting out]"
He is willing to believe in her memory.
A complete memory unearthed by my own hands through pain and suffering.
...
Black Monday, full class.
The first section of History of Magic in the morning was left for the little wizards to recharge their batteries, followed immediately by Potions, which did not allow for any trance. Loren had to admire Professor McGonagall's wisdom as the dean and his exquisite arrangement of lessons. Greatly reduced points for mistakes made by Gryffindor students.
It's just that Professor Snape wanted to deduct points, but even the principal came and couldn't stop him. The previous theoretical knowledge explanation was quite stable. Within ten minutes of entering the practical training, Professor Snape began to Fendo students wandered around:
"Mr. Longbottom, my instructions were very clear. You must add Motla Rat Juice within three seconds after the crucible boils. You delayed it for a full seven seconds!"< br>
"..."
"Finigan, please give me a reasonable explanation for why your Motla rat juice was poured into your cauldron before it boiled?"
"..."
"And you, Mr. Potter, why did you join in two times? You think you are very smart, huh? One time you added it too early, and the other time you added it too late!"< br>
"…"
"Mr. Morgan, Miss Granger, if you can control the joining time, why don't you help your stupid friends?" "..."
Even Xiang An The little witch was so excited that she couldn't help but take a deep breath to calm down. She really wanted to lift the crucible and wash his greasy hair with boiling water!
Loren was filling the sample of potion with ease, thinking in his mind what medicine Professor Snape might have taken wrongly, what antidote he should use to get quick results, and how he could unknowingly put the medicine into his body. In his lunch.
His plan ultimately failed because Professor Snape did not dine in the Great Hall.
In the afternoon there were familiar Divination classes and Defense Against the Dark Arts classes.
Umbridge rarely entered the classroom after the bell rang. She was still wearing a fluffy pink cardigan. She stood on the podium and scanned the students below. She glanced past Harry. He was slightly in a daze, and after about a minute, he took out the teaching materials and said:
"Put away your wands, please take out "Magical Defense Theory". We finished the last class..." "
Umbridge thought about the catalog for a while, then opened her mouth and smiled smugly: "We finished Chapter 2 in the last class, Ordinary Defense Theory and Its Origin. Today I hope you will Everyone turned the book to page 35 and started reading Chapter 3, Reasons for a Non-Offensive Response to Magical Attacks. Don't talk while reading..."
The whole class froze in place and looked at each other. , has not yet opened the textbook.
Loren looked at Umbridge thoughtfully. He had noticed something wrong before, but now he was paying close attention. He suddenly discovered that there were many strange things about the professor. For example, his voice was no longer as sweet as before, his face was extremely pale, and his body was very strange. Weak, the flow of magic power is a mess...
The magic power is so disordered that the wizard is usually lying on the hospital bed, but she can't feel anything strange at all.
Umbridge noticed something strange in the classroom, frowned at the silent people, feeling that they were really disobedient to discipline, coughed twice, cleared her throat, and asked with a straight face: "What's the matter? Question?"
Prefect Neville looked at her face and said cautiously: "Professor Umbridge, we have read this chapter before"
" Have you read it?" Umbridge raised her eyebrows, feeling inexplicably irritated, "Okay, let's continue reading Chapter 4."
"I have also read Chapter 4."
"Are you deliberately causing trouble?"
Umbridge couldn't hold back her anger and spoke with a "bang" sound. The table, the voice that had been pinching suddenly became sharp, mean and angry: "I have read the third chapter, and I have also read the fourth chapter. Have you read the whole book, you unruly bad guys!? "
After hearing this, whispers broke out in the classroom.
Female prefect Parvati couldn't help but said: "Professor, but——"
"No buts!" Umbridge looked at the students with a ferocious expression, panting, and her tone became more and more resentful. "Don't think that I don't know what you are thinking. You want to resist the authority of the Ministry of Magic and overthrow the magic." You obey Dumbledore's orders and oppose the Ministry of Magic!"
"Professor!" some students couldn't help shouting.
"Shut up, shut up, give me all the time! I will teach you a lesson! Just this weekend, you all have to copy the school rules for me with a cursed quill and engrave them on When your wounds bleed red blood and turn into incurable scars, you will know whose words you should listen to!" I never heard such a serious threat. It seemed that they were not underage students, but a group of criminals in Azkaban.
"Ah!!"
Several panicked girls couldn't help but scream in low voices.
Umbridge felt a splitting headache. Some fragmentary images flashed before her eyes, but she couldn't see anything clearly. The piercing screams made her extremely irritated: "Don't scream! Don't scream!" I order you in the name of the Senior Deputy Minister of the Ministry of Magic!"
Seeing her take out her wand, Loren cast a few petrification spells with quick eyes and hands, and said in a deep voice to the two prefects: "Go to Mai quickly! Professor Ge."
...
"Children, please don't worry, as long as we are here, Hogwarts will ensure the safety of every student..."
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"Professor Umbridge has been controlled, Ms. Pomfrey is examining her body, and Principal Dumbledore has notified the Ministry of Magic. We will post the follow-up investigation on the bulletin board..."
"Now, please go back to your dormitory and have a good rest..."
At seven o'clock in the evening, Professor McGonagall's speech in the auditorium ended.
The little wizards went upstairs in twos and threes, muttering about what happened today. Loren and Harry slipped out of the large group while walking, and passed by the door of the school doctor's office involuntarily. He stuck his head out, looked through the crack in the door, and saw a circle of people surrounding the hospital bed.
Ms. Pomfrey opened Umbridge's mouth and quickly poured in a bottle of green potion. Her movements were cold and expressionless, and she placed the potion bottle on the tray on her finger. Move, open Umbridge's eyes, pick up the wand with the other hand and point it at her eyebrows, only cast a few check spells, and said simply:
"The brain is broken and it can't be cured."
Dumbledore glanced at a certain potions professor who was standing by the wall, and asked aloud: "Poppy, please be more detailed, the Ministry of Magic's People are coming, and I need to explain it to them."
"Mr. and Mrs. Longbottom, do you know?" Madam Pomfrey packed up the equipment and trays.
"The parents of that little Gryffindor guy?" Professor Flitwick was impressed by Neville and his pet.
"The symptoms are similar to those of the couple. Both had their heads damaged by someone using the Cruciatus Curse, and there are traces of the Oblivion Curse, but Umbridge's symptoms are milder..." Pomfrey The lady paused, considered it and said, "This shows that the caster of the Cruciatus Curse is extremely skilled."
"..."
Dumbledore was silent for a moment: "Is there any way to cure it?"
Ms. Pomfrey gave him a meaningful look: "How can Mr. and Mrs. Longbottom be cured?" Yes, how can she be cured? You can go to St. Mungo's Injury Hospital and ask."
Hearing this, Hermione behind the door looked at Loren.
Loren shrugged.
If it can't be cured, just be stupid.
(End of this chapter)
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