It was not until she felt a tingling sensation all over her body that she suddenly reacted.

"Damn it, you... actually dare..."

“Bang!”

There was another crisp sound.

A plate with a picture of a kitten on it flew slowly over and hit Umbridge directly on the head.

Then came the second one, the third one...

It was not until this time that Umbridge remembered to hide. She rolled and crawled to her feet, and hurriedly dodged those decorative plates that were originally her favorites.

Kyle was sitting in that armchair, moving the wand in his hand slowly and calmly, as if he was conducting a symphony.

Umbridge gnashed her teeth in hatred. She wanted to say something, but every time before she opened her mouth, a plate would be thrown at her. And when she remembered that she was a wizard and wanted to pick up the wand, she would be hit on the wrist.

With the help of magic, the plates were so powerful that she screamed in pain.

For a moment, the room was filled with crackling sounds as if fireworks were being set off, and it was extremely lively.

Only after all the plates on the wall had been consumed did Umbridge, who was beaten black and blue, finally get a chance to breathe a sigh of relief.

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

"You are so brave to beat up the Senior Deputy Minister of Magic... You will pay the price for this!"

"Then why don't you just tell anyone?" Kyle said casually, "It's not that difficult."

As he spoke, he raised his wand again.

Umbridge was so frightened that she almost fell down again. Her first thought was not even to take out her wand to fight back, but to run away.

She turned and grasped the door handle, trying to escape.

There are students and professors outside. If Kyle continues to take action, he will definitely be stopped.

Yes, as long as I can leave here, I will be safe.

Umbridge thought so.

But the next second, she was horrified to find that the door handle seemed to be welded 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 spyglass that was spinning on the table.

This thing should be an anti-peeping device. During the holidays, he saw Professor Moody using it at number 12 Grimmauld Place. It was exactly the same as this one.

"If you can think of it, how could I not think of it?" Kyle said, "I locked the door when I came in just now. Unless you use the unlocking spell, you can't open it."

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

"Expelliarmus!"

Then Umbridge watched her wand spin and fly into Kyle's hands.

"It's a very simple disarming spell." Kyle caught the flying wand and said, "As the 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 turn her back to her enemy and take out her wand.

The Ministry of Magic is so short of people... How did this kind of bastard climb to the position of Deputy Minister?

Kyle looked at Umbridge's wand in his hand and threw it to the ground beside him with some disgust.

Normal wands are usually around ten inches long, but this one is less than seven inches. If you use this wand to fight, the speed of the spell will naturally be slower than others... because it has to fly a longer distance.

“You…you…”

Seeing her wand being thrown, Umbridge was so angry that she couldn't speak, but she still tried to pretend to be fierce.

"I am Dolores Umbridge, Senior Under-Minister of Magic, Inquisitor of Hogwarts..." Umbridge said in a sharp voice, "If you dare to attack me, it will be regarded as a provocation to the Ministry of Magic, you will be expelled, and then the Aurors will come to arrest you... Even Dumbledore can't save you!

"You can't get away with this. If anything happens to me, the Aurors will be able to find out what you did."

"I'm so scared," Kyle said. "Can you please not tell me?"

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

"Oh, sure, no problem." Kyle put his wand on the table next to him.

Seeing this scene, Umbridge thought Kyle was scared and immediately became alert.

She straightened her messy sweater and regained her previous arrogant look.

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

"Ah, yes, that's right."

Because of the shock just now, Umbridge had forgotten about this incident. Now that she remembered it, she hated Kyle even more.

"Damn it, you lawless little beast... You want me to let you go? Dream on!" She cursed in her heart, but on the surface she put on her usual fake smile again.

"I want you to write 'I must not go rude to Professor Umbridge' one hundred, no five hundred times, until you know it by heart."

"Okay, Professor," Kyle said.

Even so, he still sat there.

"Why don't you write?" Umbridge urged impatiently, "Hurry up, use the pen I gave you before, or I will regret it."

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

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

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"Okay." Kyle did as he was told.

Umbridge walked over carefully and tried to pick up the trunk.

However, just as she was about to reach out her hand, a vine covered with thorns suddenly stretched out from inside and instantly wrapped around her.

"What the hell is that!" Umbridge screamed.

"I advise you not to move, Professor." Kyle said, "This is a poisonous tentacle. If you get pricked by the stinger... I don't need to tell you the consequences."

Umbridge stopped moving immediately, looking at the vines so close to her and the cold thorns on them with horror.

Of course she knew this thing, a deadly and poisonous plant.

"What do you want to do!" Umbridge said in a trembling voice: "Poison tentacles are Class C prohibited trade items. It is illegal to grow them privately!"

"No, no, no, professor, you are wrong. This is the seed given to me by your Ministry of Magic." Kyle shook his finger and said:

"As for what I want to do... of course I want to complete the confinement you just set for me, Professor, and write the sentence 500 times."

As he spoke, Kyle had already picked up the thin feather pen on the table and looked at it.

Without a doubt, this is a very standard black magic item. As for its function...

Kyle found a piece of parchment and tapped it lightly 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.

Apparently, writing with this pen is like writing directly on the user's skin...which is why the tip is as sharp as a knife.

And the so-called ink is blood.

But...

Kyle observed it for a while with the pen in hand, then took out his wand and added a few magic symbols on it.

"It's not something very complicated, so it should be fine."

He walked up to Umbridge and without a word stabbed the tip of his pen into her hand.

As Umbridge screamed, the originally black feathers gradually turned red.

Kyle tapped the parchment again.

This time, he felt no sensation in his hand at all, but Umbridge beside him suddenly gasped.

"It really works." Kyle nodded, found a blank piece of parchment and wrote on it: I can't act rudely to Professor Umbridge.

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

Kyle just pretended not to hear.

When he wrote it for the tenth time, Umbridge's scolding turned into threats, from Kyle himself to Chris, and then to Dumbledore... no one was spared.

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

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

Kyle still ignored it.

"Don't worry, Professor. Didn't you say you had to write it 500 times?" Kyle changed another piece of parchment. "I've only written one tenth of it. I can't give up halfway."

(End of this chapter)