Harry Potter and the Secret Treasures

At five o’clock in the evening, Evan and Harry were in detention together in Professor Umbridge’s office to receive their punishment.

As expected, she took out two black quills during their detention and placed them in front of both of them.

With a wide grin and a smug smile, she told Evan and Harry that proper pain could make them both more awake.

“But, professor, Professor McGonagall said you’re not allowed to use this dangerous quill anymore,” said Evan.

“I make the rules here, Mr. Mason. I believe a bit of pain will do you both good, helping you learn the difference between fantasy and reality,” said Umbridge in a sickly sweet voice. “Now, let’s not waste any more time. You both know the rule—write with this quill: ‘I must not tell lies,’ until I am satisfied.”

“Are you sure you want me to write this sentence with this quill?” Evan asked again. “I must emphasize once more that I find this pen and its effects extremely dangerous and potentially leave permanent marks on a person’s body.”

“It won’t put your life in danger, just firmly remind you of your place,” Umbridge proudly stated, seeming to think Evan was afraid. “However, if you can promise not to continue spreading those rumors or publishing them in the newspaper, I might consider ending this punishment. After all, my goal is to make both of you realize your mistakes.”

“Well then, I’ll write the sentence!” Evan answered with a prolonged tone. “After all, the truth is undeniable.”

Harry sighed. What’s the use of saying all this now? In his view, besides making Umbridge’s punishment seem weaker and boosting her arrogance, it served no purpose.

He reluctantly picked up the black quill, this time with Evan by his side; it would be a bit more bearable.

But in the next second, Harry saw the quill in Evan’s hand flashing black brilliance, and a complex magic rune flashed past. He blinked to make sure he was not mistaken. Harry saw Evan Smiling to him before lowering his head to write.

Evan placed the quill’s tip on the paper and wrote: “I must not tell lies.”

“Ah!” Umbridge, who had been smugly watching them, let out a scream of pain.

Harry froze for a moment, and noticed that the back of Evan’s hand hadn’t been cut open, but this line of words appeared on Umbridge’s cheek, a red piece, bleeding, deeply sunken into the flesh, as if carved with a scalpel…

Harry was puzzled for a while, not understanding what was going on?

It wasn’t until Evan wrote it again, and Umbridge yelled again, holding her face with her hands, her toad-like wide mouth twisting; that Harry suddenly realized, and there was a burst of ecstasy. The quill was enchanted by Evan, causing the harm it should have inflicted on them to be transferred to Umbridge’s face.

It was simply incredible. How did Evan do it?!

Harry stared dumbfounded at what was happening in front of him, feeling extremely excited!

Evan had been constantly advising Harry to be patient and not provoke Umbridge, but now he was doing much more than Harry had expected.

Umbridge also quickly realized what Evan was up to.

Every time Evan wrote a word, her cheek would burn with excruciating pain, as if her flesh was being cut with a knife.

It was the magic on that quill—Evan was transferring the harm onto her. The feeling was terrifying; it was as if someone was really cutting into her flesh, and blood was running down her cheek, making her look even more hideous and horrifying.

“Stop, stop! You little brat, how dare you…” Umbridge screamed deeply.

“I’m sorry, Professor, what are you talking about?” Evan asked, but his hand continued to write at a fast pace.

“Ah, I told you to stop, ah, stop quickly, stop writing!” Umbridge shouted in a sharp voice, and she rushed forward to snatch the quill from Evan’s hand.

But there was a flash of red light, and Umbridge flew backwards and fell hard to the ground.

“Professor, I hope you calm down a bit. It’s not stated in Hogwarts’s rules or the Ministry of Magic’s laws that a professor has the right to attack students, while they cannot defend themselves properly,” said Evan. “And right now, I am accepting your punishment. You made it clear just now that I must not stop writing until you’re satisfied. I cannot be sure if you’re satisfied yet.”

With each movement of Evan’s hand, Umbridge felt the burning pain on her face as those words were carved into her skin time and time again. The wounds would normally heal rapidly after a few seconds, but Evan was writing so fast that the healing rate couldn’t keep up with the cutting rate.

Red marks were left behind, with tiny droplets of blood oozing out.

If Evan continued to write, Umbridge would probably be disfigured. The damage caused by this kind of witchcraft was difficult to heal. No matter where she went in the future, the first thing people would notice would be the words on her face: I must not tell lies.

‘She deserved it’, Harry thought with glee, feeling all the pent-up frustrations from the beginning of the school year dissipating.

“Stop it, you’ll regret it, Mason, one hundred points from Gryffindor, I’ll have you expelled!” Umbridge yelled.

Enduring the pain, she took out her wand and cast a few spells on Evan.

But it didn’t work at all. Green flashes flew towards Evan, and there were several bangs.

A crimson shield with exquisite patterns appeared in front of Evan out of thin air, blocking all Umbridge’s magic.

As long as she didn’t use the Killing Curse or other highly forbidden curses, Evan was confident that he could withstand her attacks with this shield.

If Umbridge lost her temper and used those extreme curses, she would be in real trouble!

Regardless of whether she was the High Inquisitor or the Senior Undersecretary to the Minister for Magic, just using an Unforgivable Curse on Evan would be enough to get her locked up in Azkaban.

“Stop, Mason!” Umbridge said in a flattering tone, the attack was useless, the threat was useless, she seemed to finally understand the current situation, and the pain on her face was almost unbearable for her…

“Professor, I’m so stupid. I haven’t heard you say I’m satisfied. I’m not sure if I should stop your punishment,” said Evan calmly, imitating Umbridge’s tone. He had already figured out how this situation would end!

“Satisfied, I am very satisfied, you are doing well, Mr. Mason, stop now!”

“Alright, Professor!” said Evan. “But I still have to say, you really don’t want to use this quill in the future, it’s too dangerous!”

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