Chapter 560 Unforgivable (Modified, Sincere Thanks to Leader Sofia Ruobing)

Ten minutes later, there were many more people in the principal's office, and Ginny and Neville, who were looking at the wind, were all brought to the principal's office.

Panting, Dolores Umbridge leaned over to Harry who was sitting in the chair: "You are going to find Dumbledore, aren't you?"

Umbridge was very annoyed and worried by the lack of true Headmastership and Harry's servant-like disregard for her. Harry broke into her Headmaster's office and Filch informed her that he had seen Minerva McGonagall leave. The news on campus made her feel scared. She thought that McGonagall and Harry must have some way to see Dumbledore to oppose her.

"No, I just want to get my broom that was confiscated by you." Harry said with disgust. He had just stuck his head into the fire at No. 12 Grimmauld Place and learned the news about Sirius's absence from the house elf Kreacher. After receiving the warning from the black cat on the plate, Umbridge rushed over and caught her.

"Lie!" Dolores Umbridge waved her hand and slapped Harry on the face. "You and I both know that your Firebolt is guarded in the basement. Potter, your With your head in my fire, who are you communicating with?”

The other little wizards looked at this scene in surprise. A gloomy voice sounded from behind them, "You called me, Principal Umbridge?" Severus Snape, the head of Slytherin, appeared quietly. At the door of the principal's office, he glanced at the scene, his eyes lingered on Harry's eyes for a few seconds and then focused again on the new principal of Hogwarts.

Umbridge immediately stood up straight, and without taking back her ferocious expression, she hurriedly said: "Yes, Snape. It's time to let them tell the truth, whether they want it or not. You brought the Veritaserum." ?"

"It's a pity that you used it all when interrogating students before." Snape's voice was cold, but Harry breathed a sigh of relief in his heart.

Under Umbridge's probing gaze, Snape's gloating voice continued: "The last portion was used on Mr. Weasley, and obviously it's too late to brew it now, unless you want to use poison on him. If If you really want to commit suicide, I express my sincere sympathy."

Harry's attention was drawn back and he noticed that Snape's words made Dolores very disappointed and angry.

In this awkward situation, Snape said: "But I can't help you." After saying that, he turned to leave.

"Padfoot is in his hands." Harry, who didn't know the news that McGonagall had left, said hurriedly. He thought this might be the last chance to inform the Order of the Phoenix. He quickly added, his eyes full of pleading and hope, even if He pleads to the person he hates most, "Padfoot has been taken to his hiding place."

"Padfoot, what is Padfoot? What is he talking about, Snape?" Umbridge was confused but had doubts about it, and frowned and asked Snape.

Snape's expression froze before he could turn around. He slowly turned his head and replied expressionlessly: "I don't know." Then he walked out directly.

"Okay, you forced me to do this." Umbridge shook her head and said helplessly. She felt fierce in her heart and said something, then hesitated and glanced at the other people present, turned her head and told Filch, " Filch, take them out, close the door, and wait outside the principal's room."

"Harry!" Ron shouted, his voice full of panic, but Filch held him firmly beside him.

"As you command, Headmaster," Filch said respectfully.

After the others were taken out, Umbridge grabbed Harry by the collar. Her strength was so strong that Harry staggered and was dragged towards the room on the stairs behind the Headmaster's Office.

Umbridge muttered as she threw Harry into a brown-red chair in the attic. She pointed her wand at Harry, and her usual sweet smile and complacency were completely replaced by a fierce and determined expression: "...You forced me...to have no choice...The Crucifixion should make you open your mouth."

"How dare you!" Harry stared into Umbridge's eyes, trying to judge whether this woman was serious, "I will report you!"

"As long as Cornelius doesn't know." Umbridge raised her eyebrows slightly, and her hand with bright pink nails and an emerald ring that looked like water droplets knocked down the photo of Cornelius Fudge on the table, " For example, he never knew that I ordered the dementors to go after you last summer, but he was happy to have the opportunity to fire you, and he will be no different now, as long as he gives you an Oblivion Charm afterward, Potter."

Harry's eyes widened in horror, and Umbridge chuckled triumphantly, but what she didn't know was that although Harry was nervous because of her threat, he was even more surprised to see what happened to Umbridge. Behind Qi, the figure of Alan Harris suddenly lifted the Disillusionment Curse and was revealed, but Umbridge didn't notice it because her back was to Alan.

Allen was sitting on a chair, his black H94 uniform jacket draped over his shoulders, and his legs in leather riding boots crossed on the table. When his calm eyes met Harry, Allen raised his head lightly, He raised his index finger to his lips to signal Harry not to reveal his presence. When he put his hand down, he pointed at a video recorder standing on the table. The lens of the video recorder was facing Umbridge and Harry. .

Seeing Allen's actions, Harry, who understood Allen's intentions, showed a determined look on his face, and he glared at Umbridge.

"You still refuse to tell the truth, do you?" Umbridge's face showed a look of cruel pleasure. She roughly pulled out the wand, and the tip of the wand almost hit Harry's nose, "Crushing the bones."

Harry felt piercing pain all over his body. Harry's heart hit his ribs hard. He gritted his teeth. He gathered all his strength to resist the unprecedented pain. He didn't want to cry in front of Umbridge, no. Hoping that his pain would make the other person more proud, the veins on his forehead were exposed, and his sweaty hands tightly grasped the armrests of the chair.

"You're so naughty, why don't you tell me? Let's see how long you can endure it." Umbridge raised her wand again, "Cruciato -"

Harry was in agony, and he knew that if Umbridge kept casting spells, the person being hit would go crazy from the pain or even die if they were tortured for too long. Neville's parents were tortured to madness by this curse and have been living in St. Mungo's Hospital for so many years. Harry tried his best to contain himself, not wanting to reveal his fear, but the increasingly devastating pain made him unable to restrain himself any longer, and a terrifying, prolonged scream resounded through the attic.

In these few seconds, Harry felt as if several years had passed. In addition to the pain, his mind had begun to have all kinds of random thoughts. He had even completely forgotten the existence of Alan and Umbridge, and was just screaming there. , but the only thing he never thought about was giving in.

"Dolores." Ellen's calm voice sounded. Umbridge stood frozen for a few seconds as if struck by lightning, then turned around suddenly. She tried hard to put on the usual fake smile on her face, but at this time But he found that he could not defeat the fear, "Professor Harris... why are you in the principal's office?"

Allen was still sitting sideways on the chair, with no intention of lowering his legs. He pressed lightly on the video recorder with his fingers to stop recording. Then he patted the non-existent dust in his palm and pressed it with his right hand. He noticed the sensory mark on his left arm. "Dolores, unfortunately, except for Aurors, once the Unforgivable Curse cast by a wizard without authorization is used on someone, he will be sentenced to life imprisonment in Azkaban."

Umbridge bit her lip. She noticed Allen's current posture and free hands. She suddenly raised her wand and pointed it at Allen with a ferocious expression, "Avada chews the big melon!" The green one The spell successfully hit Allen. The proud expression on Umbridge's face froze just after it was revealed. Her spell hit Allen's body but there was no reaction at all!

Although Harry had not yet recovered from the severe pain, he was shocked by the green light and looked at Alan, but he could not speak yet. But to his surprise, Alan was under the killing curse. Now I just have a little nosebleed...

"This is impossible! No one can defend against the death curse... let alone you were obviously hit!" Umbridge was stunned as she raised her wand. She had temporarily forgotten her original purpose of attacking Alan, and Pay attention to this miracle before your eyes.

"Ahem...Dolores, it seems you are more powerful than I thought, but in this principal's office, two of the three of us have already escaped from this curse..." Allen looked embarrassed. He took out a handkerchief and wiped his nose. UU Readingｗｗ.uukaｎshu.netｔ thought that with his long-term soul-sucking behavior and some previous personal experiments, he had ensured that he was no longer afraid of the death curse of ordinary wizards, but he didn't expect Umri Qi was a bit stronger than he originally thought, and he was particularly talented in black magic - which caused the image he had deliberately maintained just now to be shattered.

After cleaning the handkerchief stained with nosebleeds, Allen raised his eyes slightly and slowly held the wand. Umbridge was hysterically using Expelliarmus on Allen at this time, hoping to prevent the opponent from attacking her, but, Although the other party had no intention of defending at all and was hit by all these red lights, his wand did not let go at all.

For a moment, Umbridge's 8-inch birch dragon heart tendon wand suddenly flew out of her hand. The wand suspended in the air changed its direction. The tip of the wand was aimed at Umbridge and stabbed her neck violently. The stinging sensation made Umbridge scream like a sow about to be slaughtered.

"I happened to learn a few unique spells in Germany during my summer vacation. The one I'm casting now is somewhat similar to Expelliarmus, although it's not very practical in battles with similar strengths." Allen shrugged, and Umbridge looked at him as if he were looking at a devil, "But it's just right for you who won't be able to use a wand in the future."

Umbridge's wand left her neck and flew to level with her eyes. Umbridge covered her neck, not daring to move, looking at the mutinous wand in horror and disbelief. Blue sparks erupted from the tip of her wand, burning down the wand little by little, making a crackling and exploding sound. Umbridge watched helplessly as her wand turned into ashes.