Late at night, the windows of the Gryffindor Common Room were still lit. Harry Potter sat at a round table beside the blazing fireplace, hurriedly copying homework. He was getting sleepy. After covering a yawn and rubbing his sore, tired eyes, he stretched with both arms raised, then turned to gaze at the torrential rain outside during his brief break. Covering another yawn, he picked up his Quill again, driven onward by his heavy workload.
This month, the constant targeting by the toad, coupled with the Quidditch team's grueling training regardless of rain or shine, had left Harry with almost no time to complete the homework assigned by his professors. As a result, he 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 formerly gloomy mood.
To further oppose Umbridge, Harry had even joined the Anti-Toad Alliance.
Yes, the rumored Anti-Toad Alliance did indeed exist.
Harry had known long ago who exactly had been causing Umbridge trouble.
Was it Albert Anderson's idea? Or a prank by the Weasley Twins?
Harry did not know, but the truth was not important 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 that he could hate and loathe someone so much.
Pulling his thoughts back, Harry lowered his head and continued copying his homework. It was nearly dawn by the time he put away the work on the desk. He then took out the Murtlap tentacle pain-relief ointment provided by the Weasley Twins and applied