[HP Fred] I was the school belle at Hogwarts

Sigrid checked her personal belongings. The jewelry on the dressing table was not missing. The beauty potion storage cabinet in the wardrobe baffle was not found. The suitcase under the bed showed signs of being cracked by the spell. Unfortunately, it was not successful. Well, she bought the best quality one.

Sigrid was frightened for a while, and she was also annoyed that she was too careless. Four years of being safe made her feel too reassured about everyone in Slytherin.

Fortunately, all that was lost was the note, a notebook with blood magic.

As for the methods of making potions, that was the least need to worry about. She basically knew them all by heart when she was in third grade.

Sigrid sat on the sofa and thought about all the possibilities, and finally decided to pretend that nothing happened.

She believed that in a few days, the thief would regret it, put the notebook in his hands, and kneel at her feet to beg for her forgiveness.

"Knock, knock, knock!" The bedroom door rang.

Sigrid gathered her emotions and opened the door.

"Miss Greengrass?"

"Prefect Stewart, the school rules have been copied." Astoria endured the humiliation and handed over the thick roll of parchment in her hand.

Come to think of it, she seemed to have punished little Greengrass by copying the school rules three times yesterday.

"Oh!" Sigrid felt much better after seeing her depressed look, and slowly opened it to check.

On the forty-inch parchment, Juanxiu's handwriting neatly copied the school regulations three times. There was no ghostwriting by others, and there was no trace of the use of magic.

It is estimated that little Greengrass had done nothing all day and night before he could hand it over to her on time.

Sigrid didn't intend to embarrass her anymore. She looked at her face that was still haggard even though she tried hard to hide it, and raised the corners of her mouth, "I believe Greengrass has realized his mistake. You can go to bed."

When Stewart closed the door again in front of her, Astoria couldn't hide the jealousy she tried so hard to hide. She stared at the door number that read "Sigrid Stewart" in a daze, and murmured to herself, "You are so proud." In just a few days.”

A week after Sigrid's notes were lost, there was finally news.

After dinner on Wednesday night, a junior came to her and said, "Prefect, Professor Umbridge wants you to go to her office now."

"Okay, thank you, Roel!" Sigrid nodded politely, wondering how she could let Umbridge target her.

The junior student's voice interrupted her thoughts again hesitantly, "Prefect, do you need me to tell the dean?" He looked at her worriedly and added, "Will Professor Umbridge because of tutoring..."

Sigrid directly rejected her junior's speculation in her heart. There shouldn't be any mentally retarded junior in the class who leaked the study group's affairs and opposed the entire academy, right?

"Don't worry about it, go back!" Sigrid decided to meet her first before making any plans. After all, she abided by the law and left no clue.

Sigrid went straight to Umbridge's office, her first visit there.

"Knock knock knock!"

"Creak - creak" the door opened a crack.

Sigrid pushed open the door and entered, a little surprised. The decoration of the office actually gave her a warm feeling!

Compared to Professor Snape's drab and cold office, she had to admit that she seemed to like Umbridge's office quite a bit!

The entire interior is filled with warm warm tones, with pale pink walls, purple velvet curtains, rococo-style chairs and cushions, and dried flower decorations everywhere, especially the cat hanging plate on the entire wall...

She also enjoys collecting “playful cat” decorative plates…

It's like a princess room here.

Unfortunately, there is no beautiful and kind-hearted princess living there, but a short, fat witch with a mean look.

"Stuart?" A familiar voice interrupted her.

——It's Harry Potter.

He actually sat in front of the inconspicuous writing desk in the corner, holding a quill and looking at her in surprise. On his arm before he could cover it, the blood-red letters "I cannot lie" were clearly visible.

Sigrid looked at the cat hanging board on one wall, then turned her back to Potter and made a "silence" gesture.

Harry hastily hid his left arm and looked down at her. At the same time, the door opened again and the owner of the house came.

The old witch who lived in the princess's boudoir came.

She was still wearing a pink suit and a fluffy pink cardigan draped over her shoulders. With a false smile on her face, she said artificially, "On time, Miss Stewart."

Sigrid showed her most standard social smile and said hello, "Good night, Professor Umbridge!"

Umbridge looked at Sigrid for a long time and found nothing wrong with her. She could only say hypocritically, "Don't be nervous. I'm just asking you about something."

After saying that, she turned her gaze to Potter, who was lowering his presence in the corner. "Mr. Potter, your confinement is over today. Don't forget to report on time tomorrow."

Potter put down his quill, held the engraved arm with his hand, glanced at Sigrid who was standing there, and finally nodded to the old witch and left.

Finally, they were the only two people left in the office.

"It's just a small punishment for him. I think this lesson should be like the scar on his arm that he will never forget." Umbridge said meaningfully.

It was clear that Umbridge was warning her not to lie.

"Please take a seat, Miss Stewart!" Umbridge sat down at her desk covered with lace tablecloth, and then raised her hand to signal Sigrid to sit on the sofa.

"Thank you, Professor!" Sigrid sat down and waited for her to speak.

"A Slytherin student reported that you have dark magic items in your hand." Umbridge's high-pitched voice came.

Sigrid was really shocked to be suddenly accused of such a big crime.

She immediately stood up and defended with an uneasy look on her face, "Professor Umbridge, this is absolutely slander!" She knew that this woman would definitely fall for it.

Sure enough, her nervousness and fear pleased Umbridge, and she continued to speak with a smile, "Don't be afraid, Miss Stewart, as the investigator appointed by Minister Fudge, I will investigate clearly at that time, and I won't unjustly accuse anyone, and I won't let anyone go." Pass one.”

Sigrid was relieved and nodded "Thank you, Professor!"

Umbridge looked at the well-behaved "Snake Flower" and felt very satisfied. She continued, "It is precisely because you are a prefect of Slytherin that I decided to have a chat with you before the formal investigation."

She opened the drawer and put a notebook on the table.

Sure enough, it was she who lost the notes for a week

Sigrid nodded without hesitation and admitted, "These are indeed my notes."

Umbridge was satisfied with her confession "So does Miss Stewart admit that it is a Dark Magic item."

Sigrid looked up at the witch who was staring at her with a smile. "Of course not. I believe you, Professor, have checked it. There is absolutely no trace of black magic in it, right?"

Umbridge had indeed checked the notebook, and there was indeed nothing wrong with it, but——

"Miss Stewart, black magic items not only refer to items with the power of black magic, but may also be refining methods taught by some professors." Umbridge looked at the notebook and meant something.

The methods and effects of making beauty potions mentioned in this notebook are indeed unheard of. Being able to make one successfully is enough to make women in the entire magical world go crazy.

There is no woman who does not love beauty, and of course she is not exempt from vulgarity.

Knowing that she coveted the contents of this notebook, Sigrid was completely relieved and said calmly, "Professor, let me introduce its origin. This is my personal belongings, the only relic left to me after my grandmother passed away. , very memorable.”

"It's just for commemoration. After all, no one dares to take the notes of a "Crazy Beauty" seriously. Professor Snape warned us in the first class not to take potions that have not been certified by the Potions Association. I Of course I dare not violate it. "Sigrid explained.

Umbridge stood up and walked to Sigrid, raising her head to take a closer look at this "snake flower" who had become famous just by relying on a few photos in the "Daily Prophet".

She had a slender figure that she couldn't envy, and her slim curves that couldn't be covered by her school uniform robe. Her whole body exuded a faint fragrance, but it didn't smell like any kind of witch perfume that could be bought in the world.

Looking closer, the facial features and face are even more exquisite, and no fine pores can be found. To the naked eye, she is a woman and can't find any flaws. Even every strand of hair is just right.

Veela is nothing more than that, right?

She really didn't have the right to be jealous.

"How can ordinary people have such perfect faces? Even the Veela must take a second look!" Umbridge praised, but it sounded a bit malicious no matter how she sounded.

"Genetics can explain this. The women in our Stewart family all have superior skin." The beauty potion is just the icing on the cake, and superior conditions are the key. Sigrid is not guilty at all, she is just stating the facts.

——It’s just that a woman will never refuse to make herself more perfect, and the more beautiful a woman is, the higher her requirements are for herself.

Hearing Stewart mention "heredity", Umbridge's fake smile froze on her face, thinking of her short, fat, ordinary-looking old father and her impression of a poor and submissive Muggle mother... who was not cared about by others. The superior Miss Stewart may never have the opportunity to experience these humiliations and frustrations during her student days...every unrequited crush in her youth.

Umbridge couldn't help but wonder if the student was mocking her. She turned around, stepped on her high heels, swung her plump ass back to her desk, raised her wand, and the desk that Harry Potter had just used turned into a A workbench.

——Scene dividing line——

And in the Gryffindor lounge in the tower.

Harry hurried back and found the Weasley brothers selling new products among a group of classmates.

"Fred, I have something to tell you!" Harry interrupted the brothers who were trying hard to sell new products.

"Harry, what do you want from me?" Two identical faces turned to him at the same time. Well, they're up to the guess-who-am-I trick again?

"Harry, are you back so early?"

"It seems that the old witch can't do anything to you?"

They left the crowd and crowded Harry in the middle of the sofa.

They had long been curious about what method Umbridge used to punish Harry, but no matter how they tried, Harry had been unwilling to tell him. They both still want to find a way to deal with punishment!

Harry looked around and couldn't tell which Fred he was looking for. "The old witch put me back early today because she called Stuart over."

"What-" A Weasley suddenly stood up, his expression frozen with laughter.

Harry was sure now - this was Fred.

He hesitated and wanted to continue, but Fred rushed out of the lounge without looking back.

"Harry, can you tell me how the old witch punished you?" George asked in a deep voice.

Harry looked at his serious face and nodded, "She made me copy." Then, Harry raised his left arm, opened his sleeve, and let George take a look at the old and new scars on his arm, and the bloody "I don't know." It’s okay to lie”

George stared at the marks on his arm for a long time, "Can the scars disappear?"

"In the beginning, the injured part will heal. After repeated copying, the scar will not heal, and the spell will be useless." Harry explained to George while staring at the humiliating scar on his arm.

"I'll try to see if I can find a way to remove the scar." George comforted him, patting him on the shoulder.