Sunlight shone into Umbridge's office from the window, falling on a thick stack of parchment beside the table.

Kyle wrote the sentence over and over again, adding new ink several times in the middle, and finally completed the requirement of 500 times by noon.

“I’m so tired…”

He rubbed his sore wrists. The last time he wrote so many words was on the last day of Thanksgiving holiday last year, when he stayed up all night in the dormitory to finish his Potions homework.

Kyle stood up and walked to Umbridge. An hour ago, she was in so much pain that she couldn't speak. She just gritted her teeth and stared at Kyle.

Although the wound on the back of her hand had healed, the skin there was still red, like newly grown tender flesh.

"I'm done, Professor." Kyle showed the thick stack of parchment in his hand. "Look, no more, no less, exactly five hundred times."

Umbridge said nothing, still looking at Kyle viciously.

She had figured it out. This was a school. Kyle didn't dare to kill her, and it was impossible for him to keep her locked up here forever.

When the time comes...she will definitely retaliate double.

"Professor, I guess you must be thinking that I dare not kill you." Kyle said with a smile, "You are right, I really dare not, after all, this is Hogwarts.

"However, whether you will still remember it by then is another matter."

Kyle took out his wand and pointed it at the head as Umbridge stared at him in horror.

"You...what do you want to do! I'm the Senior Undersecretary of the Ministry of Magic!" Umbridge yelled.

"I know, you've already said it once." Kyle raised his eyebrows, "That's why I can't let you cause me trouble.

"There is a professor...also a Defense Against the Dark Arts professor. He taught me a very useful trick that can be used to deal with the current situation."

"Oh, by the way, I think I made a mistake."

Kai pointed to the "poison tentacles" surrounding her.

“Venom tentacles are characterized by rounded spines that are sharp like needles, while this triangular, serrated spine is characteristic of the fanged geranium.

"This plant is not very poisonous and will only make people feel uncomfortable for a while. If you had mustered up the courage to rush out and picked up the wand on the ground, you might have been able to escape.

After all, I was concentrating on writing the sentence and paying no attention to anything else."

"Venomous geranium... not poisonous tentacles?" Umbridge felt terrible, "You lied to me..."

"Oblivion is all!"

In an instant, Umbridge's originally vicious eyes suddenly became confused.

Kyle waved his wand at this moment, and the fragments on the ground pieced together again, jumping back to the wall.

Even the overturned table and broken vase automatically returned to their original positions.

Kyle waved his wand again, contacting the fixed axis on the door lock and the ear-clogging charm in the room.

Finally, Kyle stuffed the fanged geranium back into the box as quickly as possible, and the office immediately returned to normal, as if nothing had happened.

Oh, I forgot the most important point.

Kyle pointed his wand at the back of Umbridge's hand, and the conspicuous red scar disappeared.

However, Kyle did not heal the scar. The wound caused by this kind of black magic item is not so easy to heal. He just covered the scar with a transformation spell.

With his current level of Transfiguration, if he doesn't use the corresponding antidote, he will have no problem continuing until the end of this semester.

…

At this time, Umbridge just woke up. Her eyes were full of confusion and she looked at Kyle in confusion.

But the next second, doubt turned into anger.

"Get out! Why didn't you knock before entering my office?"

"I'm sorry, Professor." Kyle said with a smile, "I knocked, but you seemed to be asleep and didn't hear it."

"I fell asleep?" said Umbridge blankly.

But she did feel a little groggy, like she hadn't woken up yet.

Umbridge raised her hand to rub her forehead, but the sudden sharp pain on the back of her hand made her scream subconsciously.

But when she looked down, she didn't see anything unusual.

"Professor, what's wrong with you?" Kyle asked.

"None of your business." Umbridge said subconsciously, but immediately changed her tone back to that coquettish one, "I mean, of course I'm fine...but you're late."

She walked over to the armchair and sat down, looking up at the time, "According to the agreement, your detention time is eight o'clock, but it has been more than three hours now, so the punishment needs to be doubled."

As she spoke, she rubbed the back of her hand again.

"That makes sense, Professor," Kyle said, "but I feel I have to explain to you that there is a reason why I do what I do in class."

"What's the reason?" asked Umbridge.

"I need to find a chance to talk to you alone, and confinement is a good excuse."

"Oh?" Umbridge looked at Kyle with interest and asked with a smile, "What do you want to talk to me about?"

"Dumbledore," said Kell. "I see he wants to run for Minister of Magic."

But she couldn't care less about that at this time.

"Don't be ridiculous, you can't fool me."

She pretended to be casual and said, "Everyone knows that Dumbledore only wants to be the headmaster of Hogwarts. Don't think you can escape punishment by making up an excuse."

"That was in the past, Professor. People change." Kyle said, "You probably don't know that during the holidays, Dumbledore held a secret meeting at the Hog's Head Inn. The content of the meeting was to let others nominate him to replace Cornelius Fudge as the new Minister of Magic."

Umbridge's face gradually became serious.

Of course she knew about this. How could the Ministry of Magic hide the fact that so many foreigners came to Britain at the same time? Fudge always wanted to know what was said at the meeting, but no matter how the Aurors and strikers investigated, they could not get the answer.

One of the reasons why she came to Hogwarts this time was to investigate the content of that meeting.

She originally wanted to start with the professor, but unexpectedly... Kyle gave her a surprise.

"How did you know that?" asked Umbridge.

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"Because I participated too." Kyle looked proud, "Dumbledore trusts me very much."

"If that's the case, then why did you tell me?" Umbridge said suspiciously.

"Because I think only Minister Cornelius Fudge is the best Minister of Magic," Kyle blurted out.

Umbridge stared at Kyle for a long time, then suddenly laughed:

"I won't be fooled by your crude tricks."

"If you don't believe it, forget it." Kyle shrugged indifferently, turned around and walked out the door, saying as he walked: "What a pity, if Dumbledore becomes the Minister, I don't know how many people will be replaced. The wizarding world can't stand such a turmoil..."

One step, two steps...

Just as Kyle opened the door and was about to leave the office, Umbridge's voice suddenly came from behind him.

"etc!"

She trotted over and closed the door.

"Tell me what the meeting was all about, and I can exempt you from this detention."

"I have said everything I can." Kyle shook his head, "As for the more detailed information, I'm sorry, I will only tell Minister Fudge.

"You know, this is a great achievement for me who wants to work in the Ministry of Magic,"

Somehow, after hearing what Kyle said, the wariness in Umbridge's eyes instantly disappeared and turned into a kind of scrutiny.

"Are you worried that I'll steal your credit?"

"I believe you certainly won't." Kyle said with a smile, "But this is my gift to Minister Fudge. Since it is a gift, it must be delivered to the person in person, right?

"Besides, I'm only in the sixth grade, and I still have two years to graduate. Even if I have made contributions, it will be useless... At most, I can only be given a little insignificant help in two years."

Umbridge's eyes lit up. She almost forgot that Kyle was still a student.

"If you dare to lie..."

"I just want to maintain stability in the wizarding world, Professor," Kyle said.

"A wise choice." Umbridge said softly, "I will tell the Minister. If what you said is true, I promise that you will be able to work in the Ministry of Magic as soon as you graduate. And it will be the best department. How about the Minister's Office?"

Kyle's eyes flashed with excitement, but it disappeared in an instant.

Umbridge narrowed her eyes.

"Then Professor, my detention today..."

"Of course not." Umbridge said, "It's a reward for your clues."

Kyle walked out of the office, but soon he turned back.

Umbridge was sitting behind the desk, apparently preparing to write a letter, and she subconsciously raised her head when she heard the noise.

"Kyle?"

Her voice was more friendly than ever before. "Is there anything else I can do for you?"

"There is indeed a small matter..."

"It's okay, just say it."

"Look, you deducted 20 points from me in class yesterday."

Kyle was a little embarrassed. "Although it may be a bit too much to say this, you know, in order to avoid Dumbledore's suspicion, I can only use this method.

"So, can we add back these 20 points? It's just the beginning of the school year and we Hufflepuffs are already second to last."

"You're right. This is Hogwarts. We should be more cautious." Umbridge looked a little disappointed, but nodded and said:

"It is perfectly normal to protect the honor of one's own academy, and your request is not excessive at all.

"Then... for your honesty and bravery, Hufflepuff gets twenty points... no, fifty points."

(End of this chapter)