Chapter 615: I’m Going to Report Dumbledore
The atmosphere in Umbridge's office had grown eerily quiet, the only sound the steady scratching of Kyle's quill as it moved across the parchment. Sunlight streamed through the window, highlighting the thick stack of parchment on the desk, each line bearing the same sentence over and over.
Kyle had added ink multiple times, his hand cramping as he pushed through the monotonous task. By noon, he had finally finished the required 500 lines.
"That was exhausting..." he muttered, rubbing his sore wrist. The last time he'd written so much in one sitting was the night before the holiday last year, frantically finishing his Potions homework.
He stood and walked over to Umbridge. An hour earlier, she had stopped speaking entirely, her voice stolen by pain and exhaustion. All she could do now was glare at him with venom in her eyes.
Though the wounds on the back of her hand had healed, the skin remained raw and pink, as if fresh flesh had just begun to grow back.
"I'm finished, Professor," Kyle said, holding up the hefty stack of parchment. "As you can see, exactly 500 lines."
Umbridge didn't reply, but her glare sharpened. She had pieced things together: this was Hogwarts, a school. Kyle wouldn't dare kill her, nor could he keep her locked up indefinitely. Sooner or later, she would get out—and when she did, she would make him pay.
"Professor, I suppose you're thinking that I wouldn't dare kill you," Kyle said, his voice calm and measured. "And you're right. I wouldn't. After all, this is Hogwarts."
His smile deepened. "But whether you'll remember this conversation when the time comes... well, that's another matter."
Kyle drew his wand, pointing it directly at Umbridge's head. Her bravado faltered, giving way to panic.
"What are you doing?" she shrieked. "I'm the Senior Undersecretary to the Minister for Magic!"