Learning More Demonic Script Is Still Useful

In the Defense Against the Dark Arts office, Umbridge sat on the floor, seemingly bewildered by what had happened, looking completely dumbfounded.

She only realized what was happening when she felt a series of sharp pains all over her body.

"Damn it, you... how dare you..."

"Smack!"

Another crisp sound followed.

A plate with a kitten painted on it flew slowly over and hit Umbridge squarely on the head.

Then came the second, the third...

It was only then that Umbridge remembered to hide. She scrambled to her feet and frantically dodged the decorative plates that had been her favorites.

Kyle sat in the armchair, his wand moving slowly and deliberately, as if conducting a symphony.

Umbridge gritted her teeth in hatred. She wanted to say something, but every time before she could open her mouth, a plate would smash into her. And when she remembered that she was a wizard and tried to grab her wand, she would be hit on the wrist.

With the help of magic, the plates exerted tremendous force, causing her to scream in pain.

For a moment, the room was filled with the crackling and popping sounds of fireworks, creating a lively atmosphere.

Only after all the plates on the wall were eaten did Umbridge, who was beaten black and blue, finally manage to catch his breath.

She leaned against the door, staring at Kyle with a vicious look, and said through gritted teeth:

"You dare to assault the Senior Vice Minister of Ministry of Magic? You'll pay for this!"

"Then just don't let you tell anyone, right?" Kyle said casually. "That's not difficult at all."

As he spoke, he raised his wand again.

Umbridge was so frightened she almost fell over again. Her first thought wasn't to take out her wand to fight back, but to run away.

She turned and grabbed the doorknob, trying to escape.

There are students and professors outside; if Kyle tries to make a move, he will definitely be stopped.

Yes, as long as I can get out of here, I'll be safe.

Umbridge thought to herself.

But the next second, she was horrified to find that the doorknob seemed to be welded in place, and no matter how hard she tried, she couldn't open it.

"Don't waste your energy," Kyle said with a smile.

He glanced at a white, spinning Sneakoscope on the table.

This thing must be for preventing peeping; he saw Professor Moody use it at 12 Grimmauld Place during the holidays, and it was exactly the same.

"If you can think of that, how could I not?" Kyle said. "I locked the door when I came in. You can't open it unless you use Unlocking Charm."

"Unlocking Charm, yes, Unlocking Charm!" Umbridge frantically pulled out her wand...

"Expelliarmus!"

Then, Umbridge watched helplessly as her wand spun and flew into Kyle's hand.

"A very simple Disarming Charm." Kyle caught the flying wand and said, "As Professor of Defense Against the Dark Arts, you must be familiar with this."

To be honest, Kyle didn't expect Umbridge to be so stupid as to actually take out her wand with her back to her enemy.

How desperate is the Ministry of Magic manpower...? How did someone like this even climb to the position of Deputy Minister?

Kyle looked at the Umbridge wand in his hand, then tossed it to the ground with a hint of disdain.

Normal wands are usually around ten inches long, but this one is less than seven inches. If you use this wand in battle, your spellcasting speed will be inherently slower than others... because it has to travel a longer distance.

"You... you..."

Seeing her wand thrown away, Umbridge was so angry she couldn't speak, but she still tried her best to look fierce.

"I am Dolores Umbridge, Senior Undersecretary of the Ministry of Magic, Hogwarts Investigator..." Umbridge said in a shrill voice, "If you dare to attack me, it will be considered a provocation against the Ministry of Magic, you will be expelled, and then the Auror will come to arrest you... Even Dumbledore can't save you!"

"You can't escape. If anything happens to me, the Auror will be able to find out what you've done."

"I'm so scared," Kyle said. "Could you please not say it?"

"If you can put down your wand..." Umbridge screamed, "I might consider letting you go."

"Oh, of course, no problem." Kyle placed his wand on the table beside him.

Seeing this, Umbridge thought Kyle was scared and immediately perked up.

She straightened her slightly disheveled sweater and regained her previous haughty demeanor.

"Now I order you, open the door..." Umbridge said bluntly, "If you don't want to be expelled, you'd better do as I say."

"That's fine too, but Professor, haven't you forgotten something?" Kyle reminded him, "I'm here for solitary confinement; I need to write sentences."

"Ah, that's right, that's how it is."

Because of the fright she had just experienced, Umbridge had forgotten about the incident. Now that she remembered it, her hatred for Kyle intensified.

"Damn it, you lawless little beast... You think I'll let you go? Dream on!" she cursed inwardly, but on the surface, she once again put on her usual fake smile.

"I want you to write 'I cannot act recklessly toward Professor Umbridge,' write it a hundred times, no, five hundred times, until you memorize it."

"Okay, Professor," Kyle said.

Despite saying that, he remained seated.

"Why aren't you writing yet?" Umbridge urged impatiently. "Hurry up, use the pen I gave you before, or I'll change my mind."

"Wait a moment," Kyle said, taking out a box and rummaging through it.

"What are you doing?" Umbridge said warily. "Put that thing down, on the ground!"

"Okay." Kyle did as instructed.

Umbridge walked over cautiously and tried to pick up the box.

However, just as she was about to reach out, a thorny vine suddenly emerged from within and instantly wrapped around her.

"Damn it, what is this!" Umbridge screamed.

"I advise you not to move around," Kyle said. "These are Venomous Tentacula. If you get pricked by the thorns... I don't need to tell you the consequences."

Umbridge froze, staring in horror at the vines so close to her and the gleaming thorns on them.

She certainly knew about it; it was a deadly poisonous plant.

"What do you want to do!" Umbridge said, her voice trembling. "Venomous Tentacula are a Class C prohibited item; cultivating them privately is illegal!"

"No, no, Professor, you're mistaken. These are seeds given to me by your Ministry of Magic," Kyle said, shaking his finger.

"As for what I want to do... of course, I want to complete the confinement task you just set for me, Professor, and write the sentence five hundred times."

As he spoke, Kyle picked up the long, thin quill pen on the table and examined it.

Without a doubt, this is a very standard Dark Magic item; as for its function...

Kyle found a piece of parchment and lightly touched it with the tip of his pen.

At the same time, he felt a sharp pain in his hand, as if he had been pricked by something.

Clearly, writing with this pen is equivalent to writing directly on the user's skin... which is why its tip is as sharp as a knife.

The so-called ink was actually blood.

But...

After observing it for a moment with the pen, Kyle took out his wand and added a few Ancient Runes symbols to it.

"It's not too complicated, this should be fine."

He walked up to Umbridge and, without a word, plunged the pen tip into her hand.

Accompanied by Umbridge's piercing scream, her originally black feathers gradually turned red.

Kyle made another dot on the parchment.

This time, he couldn't feel anything in his hands at all, but Umbridge, who was standing next to him, suddenly gasped.

"It worked." Kyle nodded, found a blank piece of parchment and wrote on it: I cannot act recklessly towards Professor Umbridge.

Umbridge was trembling with pain, but despite it, she dared not move and could only curse at Kyle.

Kyle pretended not to hear.

By the time he wrote it for the tenth time, Umbridge's insults had turned into threats, targeting everyone from Kyle himself to Chris, and then Dumbledore... leaving no one untouched.

But by the time Kyle wrote it fifty times, the threat had turned into a plea for mercy.

However, the burning pain on the back of her hand made her voice broken and intermittent.

Kyle remained unmoved.

"Don't rush, Professor. Didn't you say you wanted to write it five hundred times?" Kyle picked up another sheet of parchment. "We've only written one-tenth of it so far. We can't give up halfway."