People in Hogwarts, holding scripts and systems

"Why is this happening!" Umbridge screamed and squeezed Harry's hand hard.

Harry had no idea what she meant, was this punishment supposed to leave some kind of mark on his hands?

At this moment, there were several hurried footsteps outside the door, followed by the sound of murmured conversations, interspersed with a person's low groaning.

Umbridge opened the door a little, stuck her head out and saw several people running down the corridor.

They were all wearing Slytherin robes.

Draco followed Snape with an impatient look on his face, glancing sideways at Flint who was whining for no reason.

Not long ago, Flint suddenly started shouting in the lounge that someone was cursing him.

Parkinson said she saw with her own eyes a bloody mark suddenly appear on the back of Flint's hand, which looked like a sentence.

But she didn't see clearly.

The students around saw Flint rolling on the ground and didn't dare to leave him alone, so they found the male class leader Draco.

Draco went to the common room, took a look at Flint who was throwing a tantrum, and went straight to Snape.

When they hurried to the infirmary, Madam Pomfrey informed them that there was nothing wrong with Flint.

As for the scars and pain on the back of his hand, Madam Pomfrey suspected that Flint had taken some hallucinogenic drug.

"Is what I'm seeing also hallucinations?" Parkinson shouted in a shrill voice.

Madam Pomfrey didn't even look at her. "Ms. Parkinson, I suggest you go to St. Goman's for another checkup. After all, this is not the first time you've had hallucinations."

Parkinson was shaking with anger at her words, but he couldn't refute them.

After all, what Madam Pomfrey said was true.

Who made her unable to explain what happened in second grade.

Harry had returned from Umbridge's office by the time word reached Gryffindor that Flint and Parkinson seemed to have gone mad.

"Why are you back so early?" Ron looked around aimlessly in the common room, looking for inspiration for his Divination homework.

"Something seems to have happened in Slytherin, and Umbridge went to deal with it." Harry took out his homework and hastily wrote down two dreams.

Ron was dishevelled by his Divination homework. He muttered something and then buried his head in scribbling a few lines on the parchment.

Aphrodite and the twins came out of the doorway holding a pile of bread and gave a bite to each of Harry and Ron.

"What did Umbridge ask you to do?" Fred asked with a piece of bread in his mouth.

Harry hesitated, then said, "Write sentences."

"That's not too bad." George sat next to Afro, occasionally making trouble to disturb the girl who was concentrating on her studies.

"Yeah—" Harry paused for a moment, hesitating whether to tell his friends about Umbridge's strange behavior, "something seems to have happened to Slytherin."

"Well, Madam Pomfrey said Flint and Parkinson were crazy." Seamus whispered in the corner of the sofa, pointing his finger at his head.

After Harry heard what Seamus had said, he looked down at the back of his hand thoughtfully.

If I guessed correctly, the legendary scar should appear on the back of his hand.

how come……

Harry's eyes suddenly met Afro's, and the girl winked at him playfully.

Everything is self-evident.

From that day on, Harry was never given detention by Umbridge again.

But Umbridge did not give up looking for Harry, and she would find some small faults from time to time.

On Thursday evening, Afro, who had just escaped from two clingy lions, drowsily stepped up a step and almost bumped into Ron.

Ron was sneaking behind a statue, still clutching his broomstick.

"What are you doing?"