Although she has become Hermione several times, William still feels uncomfortable every time she wears her clothes.

For example now...

"You seem to be smaller, right?"

"No~"

"It happened last time, but this time I felt so exhausted."

"No!"

(Unhand measurement)

"It must be older, girls of this age are developing very fast."

(Continuous measurement)

"Ah~!"

It was a crackling sound, and before I could dodge it, the girl took the bra and knocked her head a few times.

Touching his head, he said aggrievedly:

"Or won't wear it?"

Another murder weapon to serve.

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To calm down, the girl laughed softly:

"Be good~ don't be tempted. I've bought the new size, so let's just put it first."

“Not wearing it!”

"Then I'll use your body to go out and run naked, or just find a girl to date!"

Come on, hurt each other!

"Okay, I'll wear it!"

After changing clothes for more than half an hour, and dressing up for another half a day, the two of them left the house for whatever they want.

"Then I'll go to Quidditch Stadium," said Hermione.

As Captain Ravenclaw Quidditch, William needs to host the team training.

Hermione became William and must go on his behalf.

"Don't worry, I've already greeted Qiu, just ask her to help." William pulled his clothes.

After the two separated, William walked towards Umbridge's office alone.

He knocked on the door, and heard a sweet voice shouting, "Come in."

William pushed the door and walked in, entering the extremely familiar room.

He was so familiar with this place... Professor Tywin died on the toilet in the toilet and of course he was rescued.

Quirrell and Voldemort also lived for a while; Lockhart was here, forcibly stabbing the dwarf.

This is the most sinister place in Hogwarts.

Now, it has become Umbridge's office, and she has changed the decoration style of the entire room.

Everything is covered with lace-edged hood and tablecloth.

There are also several vases filled with dried flowers, each placed on a separate small mat.

A set of decorative plates hung on one wall, each with a brightly colored cat pattern, each wearing a different bow around its neck.

The cats all looked at William with cold eyes.

Umbridge was wearing a dazzling red printed robe, the color was melted with the tablecloth on the desk, and it was impossible to tell.

"Good afternoon, Miss Granger."

A pink toad that makes a sweet voice.

William gave Umbridge an appropriate description. He smiled:

"Hello, Professor Umbridge."

"Well, sit down." She pointed to a small table with lace hanging down.

A straight back chair was placed next to it, and a blank parchment paper was on the table, obviously prepared for him.

On the other side of the room, there was another table, probably for Harry.

William sat down peacefully on the chair by imitating Hermione's sitting position.

Not long after, there was another knock on the door.

"Come in," Umbridge said.

Harry opened the door and walked in, saw Hermione, and had already Umbridge.

"Sit." Umbridge pointed to another table.

Harry didn't move, hesitated for a moment, and said:

"Professor Umbridge, well... before we start, I...I want to ask you... one thing."

Umbridge's eyes that were bulging outward narrowed, and she excitedly said, "Oh, what's the matter?"

"That's right, I...I'm a member of the Gryffindor Quidditch team." Harry mustered up the courage.

"I should participate in training tomorrow afternoon. I don't know if I can, so I won't be in jail tomorrow. I'll find another night to make up for it..."

William was speechless.

Harry offended Umbridge in class, and looked fearless in class.

Now he admits his conscience and starts to plead with mercy, wanting to change the time of confinement.

Could Umbridge agree?

Or did Harry think...Hogwarts was opened by his family?

What are you thinking about in your mind every day?

Sure enough, Umbridge laughed, as if he had just swallowed a delicious and juicy fly.

"No, no! This is a punishment for spreading evil, mean, and sensational lies.

Mr. Porter, of course, the punishment cannot be adjusted at will to satisfy the convenience of those who have faults."

"It won't work tomorrow, and it won't work in the future. As long as you are training, you must come here and be locked up as planned."

Umbridge said proudly:

"I think it's actually a good thing to miss some activities that you particularly like. It can reinforce the lessons I'm going to teach you."

Harry's blood surged, his ears buzzed, and he wanted to yell at Umbridge again.

But Umbridge had a disgusting smile on his lips, staring at Harry with his head, waiting to see him have another attack, so as to further punish him.

Harry finally turned his eyes away and threw his schoolbag rudely next to the straight back chair, and the books inside spilled all over the floor.

"Pick it up!" Umbridge said sweetly: "Is this your tutor?

Porter?

Oh, I forgot, you don't have parents... you have been living at your aunt's house all the time.

You are an orphan, are you right?"

Harry glared at Umbridge, clenched his fists, as if he wanted to punch her.

"What, I want to hit me? Come on!" Umbridge leaned over.

As long as Potter dares to take action, she will immediately have a reason to fire the other party.

Harry gritted his teeth and shivered all over, but he still swallowed the breath when he remembered Professor McGonagall's explanation.

He bent down and picked up his backpack and sat down on the chair.

Umbridge was a little disappointed and turned his head to look over.

"Where are you, Miss Granger, have you asked? If it were you, I would consider it..." she smiled.

"My only request is to let me come to confine myself every day," William said calmly.

Umbridge's eyes were so vicious, but his tone was delicate:

"You will get what you want."

She walked to the desk, picked up two quills, and said in a whisper:

“Now, you have to write a few sentences for me.

No, not with your quill pen, the pen I gave it to you!”

Umbridge handed over two thin, long black quills with particularly sharp nibs.
To be continued...