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Chapter 614: The Benefits of Learning Ancient Runes
Chapter 614: The Benefits of Learning Ancient Runes
In the Defense Against the Dark Arts office, Umbridge sat on the floor, appearing dazed and clueless about what had just transpired.
It wasn't until she felt a stinging pain all over her body that she suddenly snapped back to reality.
"Damn you... How dare you..."
"Smack!"
Another crisp sound echoed through the room.
A plate with a painting of a kitten slowly flew towards her, hitting Umbridge directly on the head.
Then came the second, and the third...
It was only then that Umbridge realized she should dodge, and she scrambled to her feet, trying to avoid the plates, which had once been her favorite decorative items.
Kyle sat in the armchair, his wand in hand, directing the scene with calm and precision as if conducting a symphony.
Umbridge gritted her teeth in anger. She wanted to say something, but every time she tried to speak, a plate would hit her body, and when she remembered she was a witch and wanted to use her wand, it would be knocked out of her hand.
The plates, empowered by magic, struck with full force, causing her to cry out in pain.
For a moment, the room sounded like a fireworks display, crackling and popping with energy.
Finally, when all the plates on the walls had been used up, Umbridge, now bruised and swollen, could catch her breath.
She leaned against the door, her eyes filled with malice, and said through gritted teeth:
"Assaulting a senior undersecretary of the Ministry of Magic, you have some nerve... You will pay for this!"
"Then let's keep it between us," Kyle said casually, "It's not that difficult."
As he spoke, he raised his wand again.
Umbridge was so startled that she almost fell again. Her first instinct was not to fight back with her wand but to flee.
She turned and grabbed the doorknob, trying to escape.
Outside, there were students and professors, and if Kyle were to make another move, they would surely stop him.
Yes, as long as she could get out of there, she would be safe.
But the next moment, Umbridge was horrified to discover that the doorknob seemed welded shut, and no matter how hard she tried, it wouldn't budge.
"Don't waste your energy," Kyle said with a smile.
He glanced at a white orb on the table, spinning incessantly.
This thing should be a scrying orb, a device to prevent spying. During the holidays, he had seen Professor Moody use one just like it at 12 Grimmauld Place.
"If even you can figure it out, how could I possibly miss it?" Kyle said, "When I came in, I locked the door. Unless you use an unlocking charm, it won't open."
"Unlocking charm, yes, unlocking charm!" Umbridge fumbled with her wand...
"Disarmament charm!"
And then, she watched helplessly as her wand spun and flew into Kyle's hand.
"A simple disarming charm," Kyle casually caught the flying wand, "As a Defense Against the Dark Arts professor, you must be familiar with this."
To be honest, Kyle hadn't expected Umbridge to be so foolish as to turn her back on her enemy and pull out her wand.
How desperate was the Ministry of Magic for personnel... How did such incompetence climb to the position of undersecretary?
Kyle looked at Umbridge's wand in his hand and disdainfully tossed it to the ground.
Regular wands were usually around ten inches long, but this one was less than seven inches. Using this wand in combat would inherently slow down spellcasting speed... because it had to travel a greater distance.
"You... you..."
Seeing her wand being thrown aside, Umbridge was so angry she couldn't speak, but she still tried to put on a fierce front.
"I am Dolores Umbridge, senior undersecretary of the Ministry of Magic, and Hogwarts investigator..." Umbridge said in a sharp tone, "If you dare to attack me, it will be considered a provocation to the Ministry. You will be expelled, and the Aurors will come after you... Even Dumbledore won't be able to save you!"
"You can't escape. If anything happens to me, the Aurors will find out what you've done."
"I'm so scared," Kyle said, "Can you please stop talking?"
"If you put down your wand..." Umbridge screamed, "I might consider letting you off."
"Oh, of course, no problem." Kyle placed his wand on the nearby table.
Seeing this, Umbridge thought Kyle was scared and became more spirited.
She straightened her slightly disheveled sweater, restoring her previous haughty demeanor.
"I hereby command you to open the door..." Umbridge said bluntly, "If you don't want to be expelled, you'd better do as I say."
"That's no problem either, Professor, but didn't you forget something?" Kyle reminded her, "I'm here to enforce the detention, and I need to write lines."
"Oh, that's right."
Due to the previous scare, Umbridge had forgotten about this matter, and now that she remembered, her resentment towards Kyle grew even more.
"Damn it, you lawless little brat... Do you think I'll let you off the hook? Dream on!" she cursed inwardly, but on the surface, she forced a fake smile, as usual.
"I want you to write 'I must not be rude to Professor Umbridge' one hundred times, no, five hundred times, until you remember it by heart."
"Yes, Professor," Kyle said.
Despite saying this, he remained seated.
"Why aren't you writing yet?" Umbridge urged impatiently, "Hurry up and use the pen I gave you before, or I'll change my mind."
"Just a moment," Kyle said as he took out a box and searched inside for something.
"What are you doing?" Umbridge asked suspiciously, "Put that thing down, on the ground!"
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"Okay," Kyle complied.
Umbridge cautiously walked over and attempted to pick up the box.
However, just as she was about to reach for it, a vine covered in sharp thorns suddenly shot out from inside, instantly coiling around her.
"Damn it, what is this!" Umbridge shrieked.
"I advise you not to move, Professor," Kyle said, "This is a Venom Tentacle, and if you get pricked by the thorns... Well, you know the consequences."
Umbridge immediately froze, staring at the vine, which was close enough to touch, and the cold, glinting thorns on it.
She was well aware of this deadly poisonous plant.
"What are you trying to do!" Umbridge exclaimed, her voice trembling, "Venom Tentacles are Class C Prohibited Trade Items, and it's illegal to cultivate them privately!"
"No, no, no, Professor, you're mistaken. These are the seeds given to me by the Ministry of Magic," Kyle shook his finger and said,
"As for what I'm trying to do... Of course, it's to complete the detention you just assigned, writing five hundred lines."
As he spoke, Kyle picked up the long, slender quill from the table and examined it.
There was no doubt that this was a standard Dark Magic item, and as for its purpose...
Kyle fetched a piece of parchment and lightly tapped it with the quill's tip.
At the same time, a stinging sensation spread across his hand, as if something had pricked him.
It was clear that writing with this quill was like writing directly on the user's skin, which explained why its tip was as sharp as a knife.
And the so-called ink was blood.
However...
Kyle examined the quill for a moment, then took out his wand and added some magical runes to it.
"It's not that complicated, this should do the trick."
He walked up to Umbridge and, without a word, jabbed the quill's tip into her hand.
Accompanied by Umbridge's shrill scream, the originally black quill gradually turned red.
Kyle tapped the parchment again.
This time, he felt absolutely nothing on his hand, but Umbridge beside him suddenly gasped in shock.
"It works," Kyle nodded and, finding a blank piece of parchment, wrote: I must not be rude to Professor Umbridge.
Umbridge trembled in pain, but despite this, she remained still and began cursing at Kyle.
Kyle pretended not to hear.
When he had written the line ten times, Umbridge's cursing turned into pleas, from Kyle himself to Chris, then to Dumbledore... She left no one out.
But when Kyle had written the line fifty times, these pleas turned into begging.
However, the burning pain on the back of her hand made her voice sound broken and intermittent.
Kyle remained indifferent.
"Don't be impatient, Professor. Didn't you say you wanted to write it five hundred times?" Kyle took out another piece of parchment. "It's only one-tenth done; we can't give up halfway, can we?"
(End of Chapter)
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