The Silent Witch of Hogwarts

Chapter 551 Repent Now

Umbridge, of course, had no idea what Loila was thinking. Over the next few days, she continued to cause trouble. Fortunately, Loila didn't have any more classes afterward, so she "luckily" escaped a disaster.

But it wasn't the same for other professors. She believed Hagrid had violated Ministry of Magic laws in his class, asked strange questions in Professor McGonagall's class, and then thought Snape's teaching didn't meet the Ministry of Magic's requirements.

In short, in just one week, Umbridge seems to have caused quite a stir at Hogwarts.

Dumbledore, as the headmaster, remained silent throughout, and Royla never even saw him.

Could this guy have been poisoned and killed by Umbridge?

As Loila sat in her office, she couldn't help but think of—

Of course, what worried her even more was next week's classes. A new week was just around the corner, and if Umbridge really did cause trouble again—

I'll definitely be tempted to use the Killing Curse—Last time, Professor McGonagall's arrival interrupted Roy, otherwise Umbridge might have gone to see Merlin right after class last week.

Loila shrugged slightly at this thought—oh well, let them kill them—even if she killed Umbridge, she would only have killed two people, right?

Miss Shiloh has killed so many people—I'm not even a fraction of hers.

If Hilo knew about this, he would definitely tell Loila that he said those things to comfort her, not to compare or anything.

However, these words will certainly not reach Loila's ears for the time being, since she is currently busy with many things.

Thinking of this, Loila couldn't help but smile slightly.

Now that the decision has been made, I feel much more relaxed — so I should probably go back to reading and studying magic arrays.

Coincidentally, just like Loila, who was looking relaxed at the moment, Umbridge, who was strolling down the corridor, also looked relaxed, and even a little smug.

"This is a corridor, not a place for you to play around." With a flick of her wand, she turned several students' balloons into stones that fell to the ground.

Then he stepped over a corner and forcibly pulled apart the couple who were embracing and whispering to each other.

She paid no attention to the resentful looks directed at her, and instead walked smugly through every corridor of Hogwarts.

Where should I go next?

Why don't you go back to your office and rest for a bit? I've put in a lot of effort to maintain order here!

This Hogwarts is truly rotten and decadent—under Dumbledore's indulgence, it has become a gathering place for hooligans and thugs!

Umbridge gave a affected hum as she thought of this, tilting her head back to look at the sun outside Hogwarts.

Only under the Ministry of Magic can Hogwarts be reborn!

Under Dumbledore's leadership, this place will only become more and more decadent—though Umbridge was still somewhat surprised at the thought of Dumbledore.

He was surprisingly well-behaved—Dumbledore hadn't said much for the past week; he hadn't caused trouble because of his actions, nor had he pretended to know everything and offered unsolicited advice.

He seemed to have vanished—

Hehehe, it must be because they're afraid of the Ministry of Magic, right?

He should have done this a long time ago! He should have known long ago that going against us would end badly!

Umbridge gave a smug, cloying smile, which made several students passing by instinctively cover their mouths.

Since that old stubborn Dumbledore is so sensible, then I'll refrain from causing him trouble for now. Anyway, he'll be gone soon enough. Once he's gone, I'll thoroughly reorganize the entire Hogwarts.

As for now—let's just make do with what we have for now?

As he walked, Umbridge planned his actions for the following week.

As expected, I'll have to go and cause trouble for that Hamilton again. Who does she think she is?

She's just young and pretty, that's all. Yet she arrogantly opposes the Ministry of Magic, and her so-called magic circle is utter nonsense—Umbridge has absolutely no liking for her.

Therefore, even though Minister Fudge had clearly told her not to cause her any trouble, Umbridge still couldn't resist targeting her.

Besides the inherent resentment, there might also be a touch of jealousy involved.

Why is it that she has lived for so many years and is still the same?

And he has so many followers?

Umbridge knew all too well the frenzy in Diagon Alley every time her new book was published; even though she was the deputy minister, those fanatical lunatics wouldn't even give her a place.

Do they still care about the Ministry of Magic and the law?

Previously, you even embarrassed yourself and Minister Fudge in front of the newspapers—just you wait, Hamilton—McGee saved you this week, but next week I'm definitely going to get to the bottom of this—

Thinking this, Umbridge walked to the office door, casually pushed it open, and then stepped inside with her head held high.

"Bang!"

As soon as she stepped inside, a bucket of cold water was suddenly poured over her head, and she was soaked to the bone before she could react.

Not only that, but Umbridge, who was subconsciously a little panicked by this sudden change, took a few steps forward and tripped over the tape under the door frame.

She fell forward with her head tilted forward, and right where she fell was a basin filled with large droppings that she had bought from who-knows-where.

"Ah—cough cough cough—cough cough cough!"

Umbridge, having eaten a mouthful of dung, immediately began to gag in disgust. She tried to get up from the ground in a disheveled state, only to find that even the floor was covered in oil. Wearing high heels, she couldn't get up for a long time, and she couldn't steady herself even when she tried to wave her wand.

She writhed on the ground like an eel, resulting in inexplicable gagging sounds and somewhat comical slapping noises.

"What's going on?"

It was Flitwick, who happened to be passing by, who first noticed the strange sight before him: seven or eight students were gathered at the office door, watching Umbridge's disheveled appearance.

"We don't know either." Several students tried to hide their smiles when they saw Flitwick arrive, but they could only bite their lips tightly, seemingly unable to resist.

"By Merlin above—"

Watching Umbridge tumbling around, Flitwick had to bite his lip and hold back for a long time before gently waving his wand.

However, even waving his wand didn't lift Umbridge; instead, he slowly cleaned up the water and the basin.

Incidentally, he also unexpectedly saw something behind the door, and he had to blink and quickly grab it with his wand.

"Who did this?!" Umbridge shouted angrily, sitting on the ground. "Who did this?!"

"This is an attack on Ministry of Magic staff! This is—this is illegal!"

"Ah—I'm not quite sure either," Flitwick said, feigning ignorance, and then gripped the paper in his hand even tighter.

Because he had already seen what was written on it.

"Umbridge, you big idiot, if you bother Professor Hamilton again, you'll eat a pile of shit!"

"Pranksters: Pinecone Party"

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