The Ministry of Magic Courting Disaster

When Harry walked out of Umbridge's office, only about half an hour had passed since he arrived.

But when he came, his heart had been heavy. When he left, he felt calm and utterly refreshed.

That old witch definitely had no good intentions. As long as he wrote with that quill, the words would be forcibly carved into his hand.

For some reason, though, the old witch seemed to have suffered a backlash from her own magical item. Every word Harry wrote had been carved into the back of Umbridge's hand instead.

Harry guessed that Eli was probably involved.

He headed straight back to the Gryffindor Common Room. Ron Weasley was sitting by the fire with a book in his hands, though judging by the way he looked, he was asleep.

"Ron!" Harry darted over and woke him up.

Ron Weasley was still lost in his dreams. Startled awake by Harry, his mind was clearly not fully awake yet, and he instinctively kept staring at the book. But Harry glanced over and noticed that the book seemed to be upside down...

"Stop reading. Do you know what just happened?" Harry spoke quietly. He did not want the people nearby to hear; he did not need more trouble.

"Mm... what..." Ron Weasley finally became a little more alert after Harry kept shaking him.

"That old witch got what was coming to her!" Harry's eyes gleamed with excitement.

Seeing Umbridge suffer misfortune was undoubtedly immensely satisfying for him.

Although Umbridge had not appeared before him many times, every encounter with her had left him with an awful impression.

Harry still remembered that when Eli had been summoned by the Ministry of Magic for trial, Umbridge had been the most malicious of them all.

And with that quill just now, Harry was certain