Chapter 1140

These cats all had big bows hanging around their necks, and they were also pink.

If this were a young girl's room, then perhaps Harry wouldn't find it so hard to accept.

But this was Umbridge's room.

This woman who looked like a toad was now grinning at him.

She said in a voice so sweet it was disgusting: "Oh, dear Harry, you've come, hurry in, I think our detention should begin!"

Then she pointed to the opposite side of her desk.

A clean piece of parchment was placed there, along with a quill.

That quill looked sharp and thin, making one feel it was somewhat extraordinary just by looking at it.

"Mr. Potter, in order to make you realize your lack of calmness, I have prepared some small punishments.

It's fine, your brother has endured these small punishments, didn't he appear in the castle perfectly fine?"

Umbridge smiled smugly. Harry clenched his fists.

He stared coldly at Umbridge.

If he could, he really wanted to tear Umbridge's face open. But he still held back.

Because he could only endure it.

"Very good, Mr. Potter, it seems you have calmed down a bit, then, sit down, I need you to write some sentences... just write: I must not tell lies."

Umbridge said with a smile. Harry was a bit confused for a moment.

Was Umbridge's punishment just copying sentences? No, he didn't think it would be that simple.

Sure enough.

When he picked up the quill and started writing on the paper, he finally understood what kind of punishment this was.

The ink used to write this sentence was his own blood.

And when he wrote with this quill, that sentence appeared on the back of his hand.

Dripping with blood.

But the wound where the line of text appeared disappeared very quickly. Harry even suspected for a moment that it was an illusion.

Because the place where the wound was felt smooth, with no sign of injury. He looked up, feeling a bit uncertain.

Umbridge was grinning at him.

She said sweetly: "What's wrong?"

Harry understood.

That wound was real.

Why Darren appeared with a pale face, perhaps it was also because he had suffered this kind of torture, this kind of torture that looked like there were no wounds, yet was extremely painful.

"Nothing!"

Harry said coldly.

He continued to write on the paper.

He knew that what Umbridge needed was his weakness, his begging for mercy. This way she would have more reasons to mock Darren.

To mock him. To mock Dumbledore. He wrote it over and over again.

He didn't ask Umbridge when he could leave, nor did he stop writing; he knew he couldn't show weakness.

"Come here!"

It wasn't until very late that Harry heard Umbridge call him. He saw the back of his hand was burning red.

Some tender flesh was exposed at the location of the wound. Umbridge glanced at the back of his hand.

She said mockingly: "It's not that heavy, Darren suffered punishment in my place for a whole afternoon, he is much tougher than you."

Harry said nothing. Umbridge's eyes turned cold.

She sneered and said: "It seems the lesson isn't profound enough, then, come back tomorrow!"

Harry turned and left. He rushed out of Umbridge's office.

Just as he wanted to find a place to ice the wound, he saw Darren standing outside the Defense Against the Dark Arts office.

He was holding a bottle of medicine in his hand.

"I heard from Hermione and the others that you provoked her, so I asked Madam Pomfrey for some medicine..."

【Ding, Saint Father Value +100】 Darren said in a low voice.

In the darkness, borrowing a little moonlight coming through the window, he poured the medicine onto the back of Harry's hand.

"Use this, in any case, it won't hurt anymore."

【Ding, Saint Father Value +100】

Darren's voice was very low. Harry didn't even know if he had cried.

But he probably hadn't.

Darren hadn't cried for a long time.

He was no longer the first or second-year primary school student he used to be. His eyes were red now, but tears wouldn't fall. Yet Harry just wanted to cry.

His tears kept falling.

But he held them back without making a sound.

He also didn't know why everything was different from before. He no longer had any way to use his reputation to provide even a little help to Darren. Everything had to be faced by Darren himself.

And his current identity still had to implicate Darren, making him be slandered by the Daily Prophet, and he even had to beg Umbridge, just to keep Umbridge from punishing him.

"What other punishment did she use on you?"

Harry asked suddenly.

Darren was silent for a while and said: "Forgot, I agreed to let her delete the memories of me being punished, because she said if she didn't delete those memories of mine, she wouldn't let you go."

【Ding, Saint Father Value +100】 "I don't care."

Harry said.

He felt his voice might be a bit small, so he reiterated it again.

"I don't care about being punished by her, I won't give in, so you are not allowed to beg her for me again, I won't give in to her like this!"

Harry said firmly. Darren laughed.

"Brother, what I admire is this quality of yours, so I didn't go to beg her this time.

I've figured it out, since it has already become like this, then we can't let them make a joke of us!"

【Ding, Saint Father Value +100】

Darren certainly wouldn't be Harry's babysitter.

He just didn't want to attend Umbridge's class, which was why he rushed out.

In order not to let people say he implicated Harry, he pretended to suffer punishment for Harry and walked into Umbridge's office.

Who made him a little Saint Father? Darren showed a helpless expression.

He said as if sighing: "I believe you, brother, you will definitely be able to handle these yourself, it was me who was concerned and lost my head before, from now on, whatever you want to do, I will support you!"

【Ding, Saint Father Value +100】.