Harry gave a wry smile and stopped Ginny, who had jumped up and was about to drag him by his clothes to see their Head of House.
"It's no use, Ginny. That old woman Umbridge won't admit it."
"She could come up with ten thousand excuses to explain why she did it."
That was true. Su Er propped his chin on a paw and nodded. He hadn't expected Harry to see that so clearly. He glanced again at the patch on the back of Harry's hand that looked different from the surrounding skin.
As he recalled, in the original story, Ron and the others hadn't discovered it until Harry had served several detentions and those words were clearly carved into the back of his hand.
Hmm, in the original timeline, Harry had endured this torment until Umbridge was satisfied.
Should I help Harry? But I don't have any magic in my head that could deal with this situation. Calling this quill a Dark Magic item would clearly be going too far. Umbridge, that woman whose shrewdness was shot through with stupidity, wouldn't be that foolish.
Think about it. If someone could choose a target with this quill, then write something like "I'm a great big idiot," it would seem more like a prank product.
Wait, choose a target?
I think I have an idea... but I'll need a little help.
"Harry, you're back. How was it? Umbridge didn't do anything too awful to you, did she?" Ron emerged from his two brothers' room just then, the corners of his mouth turned slightly upward. He looked delighted.
Fred and George followed behind him, looking rather aggrieved.
Who knew what deal they had struck, but Ron had clearly come away satisfied. Or rather, he had been corrupted.
"It was nothing. I just