Chapter 186: Blame Game

"You know what to do, Mr Potter," Umbridge said. "Miss. Norton, I want you to write, 'I should respect my superiors and I should behave myself.'"

Harry looked angry but Chris nodded. A long sentence was going to hurt more and Chris expected something like that from Umbridge.

Chris took the quill, placed the point on the paper and wrote: I should respect my superiors and I should behave myself.

Chris felt a burning pain from her right forearm to her wrist. Like a hot blade was marking the words on her hand. 

Umbridge was watching her with a smile. Harry was looking concerned. To give Umbridge a little satisfaction Chris pulled up robes her right-hand sleeve. Harry gasped. Chris winced a little. The words were still shining at her hand and didn't look like they were going away any sooner. 

'Looks like she upgraded her punishment a little bit for me.'

"You have to repeat that, Miss Norton." Umbridge smiled at Chris.

Harry opened his mouth angrily but Chris glared at him and he closed his mouth.

Chris looked back at the parchment, placed the quill upon it once more, wrote I should respect my superiors and I should behave myself.

This time Chris felt the pain in her left hand. Umbridge started to drink a cup of tea and looked at Chris so happily that Chris doubted that if Umbridge is a human being or not. After writing four more times Chris felt her both hands were on fire. 

'That's it.'

Chris looked at the quill in Harry's hand then muttered, "Novis scare."

And next second as Harry wrote: I must not tell lies, Umbridge gasped and winced cupping her toad-like face.

Harry looked confused at first but then as he saw Umbridge's face, realization dawn upon his face.

A bright print of I must not tell lies was cut across Umbridge's cheek. Before she could recover from the shock, Chris had cast the spell on her quill and already scribbling her line on the parchment. Umbridge screamed this time, pulling her sleeves where Chris's line was appearing.

"What did you do? What did you do?" Umbridge screeched and Chris looked at her chair. The chair turned upside down knocking Umbridge on the ground. 

Harry tried to stop himself from laughing as Umbridge tried to get up and slipped again.

"Inform the Minister! Inform the Ministry!" Umbridge screamed at a portrait while trying to get up and slipping again and again. She looked like a fish out of the water as she kept trying to steady herself.

Finally, Umbridge shot a boiling look at Chris and Harry and pulled out her short wand from her pink robes.

Chris and Harry got up from their chairs. Umbridge tapped her wand on the floor and ultimately got up. She rounded on Chris and Harry looking furious.

"Accio wands," she cried and Harry and Chris's wands flew out from their bags. Umbridge caught them.

Harry was giving multiple expressions while Chris kept her face completely blank.

"Now, Dumbledore's office," she said pointing her wands towards them threatening.

Harry nervously looked at Chris. Chris gave him assuring nod and they walked out of the Umbridge's office. She was following them holding her wand tightly.

On the way, Peeves saw them and zoomed away noisily. Chris was sure he was going to inform the entire school about this.

"Cockroach clusters," sang Umbridge, and the stone gargoyle in front of Dumbledore's office jumped aside, the wall behind split open, and they ascended the moving stone staircase. They reached the polished door with the griffin knocker, but Umbridge did not bother to knock, she pushed Harry and Chris inside and strode after them.

Dumbledore was sitting idly behind his desk, on his usual chair. Upon seeing them he didn't look surprised at all. He merely looked up and looked at them then turned to Umbridge.

"Anything I can help you with Professor Umbridge?" He asked.

"These two were using Dark Arts on me," Umbridge said triumphantly. "The Minister is on the way, Professor Dumbledore."

Dumbledore looked at Chris over his half-moon glasses. This time, Chris let him use Legilemency on her mind. Dumbledore understood what happened within few seconds as Minister of Magic Fudge entered with Percy and another Auror. Professor McGonagall on their tow. She was looking pale and furious.

"Well. . . well. . ." Fudge smiled broadly at Dumbledore then turned to Harry and Chris. "I knew it was a matter of time we caught you again Potter."

"What's going on?" Professor McGonagall asked sternly.

"They were using Dark Arts on their Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher, Minerva," Umbridge was smiling excitedly. "In my detention. Check their wands."

Fudge looked shocked for a moment but then broke into triumph grin.

"Well, very well, we have evidence this time, Dumbledore," Fudge said. "And straight using Dark Arts on a teacher nothing less? Too bad, too bad. Dover, check their wands."

The Auror beside him stepped forward.

"I have them," Umbridge handed the Aurora Chris and Harry's wands. "I took them the moment I realized what were they doing."

"But — I — we — didn't," Harry said anxiously.

The Auror Dover ignored him and took their wands.

"Priori Incantatem," he tapped Harry's wand first.

His wand revealed a vanishing spell.

"They were practising this at my class," Professor McGonagall said coldly. "While you were on inspection of my class, Professor Umbridge."

Fudge looked at Umbridge who reluctantly nodded.

"Priori Incantatem," Dover repeated tapping Chris's wand.

It revealed a perfect summoning spell.

Fudge looked confused, so does Umbridge.

"How —? Impossible!" she said angrily. "Try again."

"Well? I don't think a summoning spell can hardly qualify as dark magic, Minister," Dumbledore said getting up from his seat. "Don't you agree?"

"Try again!" Umbridge said impatiently.

Dover, the Auror revealed tapped Harry and Chris's wands again. But again there were just spells from their classes. Umbridge furiously asked him to try again. He did but there was no sign of any out of ordinary spells.

Umbridge's face was growing steadily redder, she looked as though she was being filled with boiling water.

"Well?" Professor McGonagall said with a scary voice.

"Well — I —," Fudge looking bewildered turned to Umbridge. "Dolores?"

"I — I have other proofs. They were using Dark magic, Minister, I can assure you," Umbridge pulled her sleeve to show the faint marks on her forearm. "Look at this."

Chris internally rejoiced as she realized Umbridge did a mistake out of desperation.

"What is this Dumbledore?" Fudge said angrily. 

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"I thought it was you, Professor Umbridge," Chris said miserably, pulling up her both sleeves. Unlike Umbridge Chris's marks were clearly visible. Three times writing each hand had done the wonder. The skin on her forearms was looking raw and burned.

Professor McGonagall gasped and ran towards Chris.

"What is THIS?" She roared.

Umbridge went pale. Chris slightly looked at Harry and he recognized her signal.

"Yes Professor, it was your punishment, why are you blaming us?" Harry said holding his right hand up. His hand had just stopped bleeding but the cut was clear.

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To be continued...