Harry wrote for several hours before he was let go, but Umbridge looked like she was determined to let him have the words engraved on her body.
After returning, he met Ron, who was making up dreams for the divination class.
When Ron asked about the confinement, Harry only said a few sentences.
"That's quite relaxing, compared to wiping trophies or something like that."
As someone who had been incarcerated several times, Ron found it easy.
But whether it was easy or not, only Harry knew.
The second confinement was still the same, copying sentences.
Harry felt that he was in a silent confrontation with Umbridge, and that he would win.
...
Plymouth Colony.
Johnny Silverhand's American branch.
Johnson's strong body like a pile of rocks was still blocking the door, and the people with evil intentions seemed to be missing.
At night, his big eyes looked around.
He knocked on the pillar next to him with his fist, and the neon light lit up above.
The irritated salesman straightened his tie and waited for the customer to arrive.
There were not so many people in the store at night, but they were all mysteriously dressed guys.
A short wizard came here, and Johnson frowned, because the guy looked like an underage wizard.
"Pass." Johnson did not let the wizard go directly, but asked for something.
Johnny Silverhand at night was only open to those with a pass. The short wizard's body was shrouded in a cloak, reaching out to rummage for something.
Just when Johnson was a little impatient, the guy made a sound of surprise.
"found it."
Johnson stretched out his hand to ask for it, but touched something thin and hard.
He looked down and saw an ugly face.
This is a dwarf. He pretends to be a child and says shrilly: "Pass."
The wand fired a red light at Johnson's arm, blowing him away.
"Stupid big guy, only size but no intelligence." The guy let out an ugly laugh.
Several explosions came from behind, and a man wearing a mask and a cloak appeared.
Death Eaters.
They headed towards Johnny Silverhand's store.
The irritated salesman realized that the visitor was evil and immediately touched the magic wand.
Before he could take action, the Death Eater walked in and pointed his wand at him.
"Total petrification"
The arrogant salesman put his feet together and fell backwards very stiffly.
The other salesmen reacted and took action one after another, but this group of Death Eaters came prepared and attacked ruthlessly.
People who bought things were affected and all were knocked down.
The leading Death Eater took off his mask, revealing a pale face, and said coldly: "Take everything away, everything."
The five Death Eaters who came with him jumped over the counter and snatched away the contents.
His eyes shifted to the door that was originally guarded by bodyguards, and he walked towards it with an evil smile.
The two wizards at the door had fallen down and lost their breath.
He opened the door and went in. Inside there was a beautiful Asian-faced woman in a wheelchair reading a book.
When she saw someone coming in, the woman looked calm.
"Who are you?"
"There is another beautiful person here."
The Death Eater walked up to the woman with greed in his eyes.
"You may call me Antonin Dolohov, loyal servant of the Dark Lord."
His fingers wandered ambiguously on the back of the woman's hand. Seeing the woman's face turn pale because of the Dark Lord's name, he leaned over and said in a low voice, "Tell me, what is your name, beautiful person."
"Don't worry about anyone saving you, everyone here has been taken care of."
Antonin seemed to like this trembling feeling, and let out a deep laugh.
"Nagini." Nagini spoke, but she was not trembling with fear as Antonin thought.
She looked at that face and suddenly smiled, "You can also call me...Ms. Snake."
Outside.
The Death Eaters who were robbing Johnny Silverhand's store didn't notice anything was wrong.
Johnson, who should have fainted, opened his eyes. He rubbed the thick neck where he hit and patted the dust on his body.
"What a bunch of filthy bastards."
He spat, stood up and tugged on the hemp rope, and a thick wooden stick fell down.
He caught the stick and rubbed his neck, walked into the store, and swung it hard at a Death Eater who had his back turned to him.
Blood and brains splattered as the Death Eaters smashed into the counter.
The Death Eaters stopped and looked up. Johnson was holding a stick in one hand and saying hello with a bellicose expression on his face, "Hey, bastards."
After a brief second, green and red lights flew alternately.
After a few minutes, the door to Nagini's room was opened.
Johnson walked in anxiously, with half of the wooden stick in his hand and the wand of the dwarf Death Eater in his other hand.
Nagini sat there, flipping through books with a wand with a blue gem. Next to the wheelchair, Antonin had fainted.
"Huh -" Johnson breathed a sigh of relief, "I just said I should find some bodyguards for you."
"Johnson," Nagini smiled: "We need a little truth serum."
Johnson shrugged and said, "That's illegal. Okay, I'll get you some, but I can't leave you here alone."
He picked up the fallen Antonin, knocked on the bookshelf to reveal the door behind it, and threw the person in.
Pushing Nagini's wheelchair, there were blood everywhere outside.
The dwarf wizard was hung on the wall, his head deflated.
The arrogant salesman jumped up at some point and showed great courtesy to Nagini.
"Ms. Snake, it's okay, I've taken care of everything."
Johnson glanced at him and scoffed: "All I saw was you lying there."
"I call this strategy." The arrogant salesman said unconvinced.
"Paul," Nagini said, "I hope you can handle the rest."
"Okay, although I would rather be by your side." Paul, the arrogant salesman, shrugged and said, "Big Johnson, you'd better protect Ms. Snake."
"Shut up, or I'll shove your head into your ass." Johnson yelled.
The two are used to quarreling with each other.
Nagini looked at a blank picture frame and said, "Tell Donmie Shelby that something happened here."
A voice came from the blank photo frame, "Wait a moment."
...
John found out about the attack on Johnny Silverhand's branch in the middle of the night.
His face was gloomy, and there were some things he didn't expect.
Unexpectedly, the Death Eaters would attack first, and they would target Nagini from abroad.
Their purpose is very clear, to snatch Johnny Silverhand's equipment.
"Voldemort, I underestimate you." John's eyes flickered.
Fortunately, the defense power of Johnny Silverhand's branch is not low, otherwise the Death Eaters might really succeed.
He patronized the country, and the Death Eaters chose to obtain it through foreign countries.
Now it seems that Voldemort is not a fool and knows how to find weak points to attack.
Holding the silver contact list, John said coldly, "Let the steward of District 12 thoroughly investigate the whereabouts of the Death Eaters and uncover all the hidden Death Eaters."
The people in charge of District 12 dared not listen to his words.
Before the American Aurors could react, the Death Eaters hiding in Plymouth Colony were discovered.
These people were not good people, so John gave the death order again and sent the Death Eaters to Johnny Silverhand's store.
A day later, a security team showed up at the branch.
And they began to recruit troops locally, and the generous treatment made the local wizards excited.
If anyone else had done this, District 12 would have been unable to sit still.
But Johnny Silverhand's group and the security team are even more ruthless.
The group of Death Eaters all died mysteriously at night.
The level of cruelty and ruthlessness made the managers in District 12 tremble.
The Aurors were helpless and died without evidence.
The Snake Lady became a person not to be messed with in the American wizarding community.
...
Friday.
The Quidditch team drafted players, and Wood's graduation deprived them of an excellent goalkeeper.
John found a discarded woolen hat.
He picked it up and looked at it. It seemed to be Hermione's work.
There was a note underneath, and John was speechless.
"Isn't this the equivalent of setting a trap for house elves?"
House elves can be freed by receiving clothes from their masters.
At Hogwarts, the students are sort of the masters of the house elves.
"She's still insisting on that association." John put his hat back and looked up outside.
Neville took a long strip of cloth and tapped it everywhere.
...
Some people died, but not completely...
