Late at night, the windows of the Gryffindor Common Room were still glowing. Harry Potter sat at a round table beside the roaring fireplace, hurriedly copying his homework. He was getting sleepy. After covering a yawn and rubbing his sore eyes, he stretched, then turned to gaze at the torrential rain outside during his brief break. Covering another yawn, he picked up his quill again under the pressure of his heavy workload.
Umbridge had been targeting him all month, and the Quidditch team trained relentlessly regardless of the weather. As a result, Harry had barely any time to finish the homework assigned by his professors and could only stay up every night to do it.
His gaze inadvertently swept over the scar on the back of his hand. Repeatedly copying lines with the punishment quill had left a faint mark there.
Fortunately, Umbridge had been having an even worse time lately, which greatly improved Harry's previously gloomy mood.
To further oppose Umbridge, Harry had even joined the Anti-Toad Alliance.
Yes, the rumored Anti-Toad Alliance really did exist.
Harry had known long ago who had been causing trouble for Umbridge.
Was it Albert Anderson's idea?
Or was it one of the Weasley twins' pranks?
Harry did not know, but the truth did not matter to him. What mattered was that Umbridge had been punished.
Yes, Harry did not feel the slightest guilt over tormenting Umbridge like this. He had never even imagined he could hate and loathe someone so much.
Pulling his thoughts back, Harry buried himself in copying homework again. It was nearly dawn before he put away the work on his desk, then took out the Murtlap tentacle pain-relief salve the Weasley twins had provided and rubbed it over the back of his hand. The wounds left by the