Infinite Heroes Seat

For Hermione, what happened in class that day was not pleasant. The conflict between her and Umbridge spread quickly at Hogwarts. Almost half of the students regarded her as a brave. The Defense Against the Dark Arts class is now It was boring and boring, and Umbridge was such a disgusting existence at first glance, so almost all students hated her.

"I saw you with admiration, Hermione, I didn't expect you to be so brave. You deserve to belong to our academy. I always thought that the sorting hat put you in the wrong place!" Angelina, who took over as Quidditch captain this year, smiled. Said to Hermione.

　　 "Yes, you didn't see that Umbridge's eyes are all green!" Parvati also agreed.

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　　 It's a pity that these didn't make sense to Hermione. Umbridge didn't plan to adjust her class at all, and she was deducted points and put in confinement.

　　 "Hermione, why don't you want me to tell everyone the truth? In Defense Against the Dark Arts class." Harry still had some questions.

"Don't be silly, Harry, she's Fudge's. You argue with her. Is there any other use besides asking her to deduct more points for Gryffindor?" Hermione was a little irritated, tonight She was going to spend the whole night with Umbridge, and she looked at Harry angrily, "Use your head, Harry, they are trying to catch your mistake now, you can't send the handle yourself!"

　　 "But what I said is the truth!" Harry argued.

　　 "I know, but it's useless! People who believe have already believed it, and people who don't believe will just wait to see your jokes."

"But-"

"No but!" Hermione interrupted Harry, her eyes fixed on Harry, "You are now the one Fudge and Umbridge want to attack the most. You'd better protect yourself and don't bother everyone. !"

　　 Harry's expression became a little cold, "So I've been just making trouble for everyone, right?"

　　 "Yes!" Hermione said unceremoniously, "As far as you did before, that's it!"

Harry clenched his fists and then let them go. He smiled and said without a smile: "Is that right, I will leave now, save trouble everyone, by the way, the new brave Hermione, I wish you tonight and Professor Umbridge is happy to get along!" After speaking, he turned and left.

Seeing his disappearing figure, Hermione frowned. Harry used to be just impulsive and reckless, but now he is arrogant and arrogant. He rarely blames others for unsatisfactory things. The changes are really great. At that moment, looking at Harry, Hermione even shuddered.

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　　 "Good evening, Miss Granger." Umbridge, wearing a terrible patterned robe, sat in her office.

　　 "Good evening, Professor Umbridge," Hermione said stiffly.

　　 "Okay, sit down," she said, pointing to a small table and a straight chair next to it. There is a piece of black parchment paper ready for her on the table.

　　 Hermione sat down obediently, and now it was only herself who resisted her.

"Well, very good," Umbridge seemed to be satisfied with Hermione's performance. "This is your punishment for contradicting the teacher. Of course, for some inferior people of inferior blood, one lesson is obviously not enough... you tomorrow, You must come the day after tomorrow and Friday."

　　 Hermione’s blood surged upwards, ‘poor blood’ and ‘inferior people’ struck her head line by line, and she forced herself to calm down.

　　 "Then what do I need to do?" she asked indifferently.

　　 "It's just a penalty," Umbridge smiled happily. She liked looking at Hermione's now somewhat distorted face.

　　 "Okay," Hermione bent down to take out her pen from her bag.

　　 "No, it's not your pen, you will use my more special one. Here you--" handed her a slender, black quill pen with an unusual tip.

　　 "I want you to write," she instructed softly, "Mudblood can't be self-righteous."

　　 Hermione squeezed the quill pen tightly, and she was so strong that she wanted to crush the pen.

　　 "How many times?" She took a deep breath.

　　 "Oh, until you remember it in your heart," Umbridge said sweetly, "and leave when you finish writing."

　　 She went to her table and sat down, facing a pile of parchment, as if she was writing a paper. Hermione held up the black quill and found that something seemed to be missing.

　　 "There is no ink." She said to Umbridge.

　　 "Oh, you don't need ink," the cold voice seemed to imply something.

　　 Hermione pressed the quill on the paper and began to write: Mudblood can't be self-righteous.

　　 There was a pain, and the letters in red ink appeared on the parchment. At the same time, these letters came out on the back of Hermione's right hand, as if piercing her skin with a scalpel-she even saw obvious cuts, the skin healed again, the redness was lighter than before, and it was very smooth.

In the Gryffindor common room, Ginny looked at Hermione who was pale, and asked worriedly: "What happened, Hermione, what did the toad of Umbridge do to you? Your face looks very bad. Ugly!"

　　 "It's nothing!" Hermione subconsciously retracted her hand into her sleeve, and Hermione smiled strongly: "It's just a penalty."

　　 Ginny clearly noticed something wrong, UU reading www. Uukanshu.com "but—"

　　 "It's really nothing," Hermione looked a little flustered, "Well, that, I'm a little tired tonight, I'm going to rest first, yes, that's it."

　　 Watching Hermione's hurried departure, Ginny's heart was a little worried.

　　 The penalty writing continued on the next day, but the speed of the word healing was significantly slower. Hermione clenched her teeth and persisted, while Umbridge showed a triumphant smile.

　　 "Well, Ginny, I'm really okay." Hermione dealt with Ginny with a tired smile, and she had exhausted all her strength just to endure the pain.

　　 On the third day, when he was in the potions class, Mo Wen broke into the classroom with Ginny behind him.

　　 Ignoring Snape's roar, his eyes searched among the crowd, and then he found the target.

　　 "Guris, why are you here?" Hermione smiled strongly and put her right hand behind her back.

　　 Mo Wen did not pay attention to it, and pulled Hermione's right hand in front of everyone's eyes with amazement. There is now only a superficial trace on it that will never be noticed, ‘Mudblood cannot be self-righteous’.

　　 "How dare she!" Mo Wen made a terrible voice.

　　 "It's nothing, it's almost over." Hermione whispered, not daring to look into Mo Wen's eyes.

　　 "Guris, if you don't have a good explanation—" Snape looked at Mo Wen with a very bad expression.

　　 "Shut up!" A red light hit Snape, and he was hit against the wall, and he slowly collapsed to the ground.