The Silent Witch of Hogwarts

Chapter 552 The novel's plot isn't like this!

"Pink Frog should already know who she shouldn't mess with, right?"

Under a giant pine tree by the Black Lake at Hogwarts, a group of students sat in a circle. Each student had a serious expression, and each of them wore a pin that looked like a pine cone on their scarf.

The one leading them was Ezreal, who had just spoken. She said with a serious expression, "But we can't rule out the possibility that she might escalate her actions further."

"Getting even worse?" A Pinecone Party student immediately stood up and said, "If she goes any further, we'll burn her office down!"

"That won't do!" a little badger grabbed him. "This is school property."

"That's right, arson is a bit too much." Ezreal nodded in agreement, rejecting the somewhat radical Gryffindor student's opinion.

"My suggestion is—if she doesn't stop, we'll keep bothering her," a Ravenclaw student said after thinking for a moment. "She might be able to tolerate it for a day or two."

"But if this continues—she definitely won't be able to take it."

Her opinion was endorsed by the Pinecone Party members present, who exchanged glances and then nodded.

"However, we can't go too far." Ezreal set the tone for the entire operation: "We can't let other students be affected, and we shouldn't damage school property or public buildings."

"And don't hurt her." Ezreal said, pursing her lips, seemingly a little dissatisfied, but after hesitating for a few seconds, she still said, "After all, we are still students. If something serious happens, it might put Professor Hamilton in a difficult position."

"That's right, that's right." Several Pinecone Party students nodded.

"By the way, Hermione," a student said, turning to Hermione as if remembering something, "How's the magic circle going?"

"Ah—I'm still working on it." Hermione, who hadn't spoken a word the whole time, pursed her lips. "But connecting the magic circle is still a bit difficult—I've already tried to make a sample—but—"

"If you want to test it, you need a pair," Hermione said, taking off the pine cone brooch from her chest and gently squeezing it.

The brooch emitted a faint blue light.

"Wow, Hermione, that's amazing!" several students exclaimed in surprise, then took the brooch and examined it.

"It's so exquisite! Can this transmit sound?" a student asked curiously.

"It's not that sophisticated," Hermione said, but a hint of pride still lingered on her face. "But it can definitely transmit sound."

"That's so convenient! It will make things much easier for us to move around or hold meetings." Ezreal nodded happily, examining the brooch closely.

He had an expression of great delight at it.

"But it's not completely finished yet—we need another pair," Hermione explained. "We'll have to wait until my other brooch is finished."

"It feels like it'll go smoothly!" several other students said. "After all, Hermione, you're so smart."

Hermione smiled a little shyly at her classmate's praise.

"This is all for us Pinecone Party members and Professor Hamilton!"

"That's right, that's right, it's all for Professor Hamilton."

"By the way, did you guys notice that Professor Hamilton's expression when he was annoyed by the pink frog was also quite adorable!"

"And those ears!" another student exclaimed. "They're standing up like a cat's!"

"When a cat is angry, its ears will stick down."

"Really?"

"Of course it's true, Crook Hill is just like that."

Looking at her classmates laughing together, Ezreal chuckled and nodded, then looked at Hogwarts Castle not far away, and her smile slowly faded.

But that's not enough. Umbridge needs to know that he shouldn't mess with Professor Hamilton!

We will protect Professor Hamilton!

In the following days, many things happened at Hogwarts, but most of them involved Umbridge.

She would either find stones in her food at the cafeteria, encounter rats that seemed to appear out of nowhere in the corridor, or occasionally hear strange clanging sounds of armor coming from the doorway late at night.

In short, before the next week arrived, Umbridge had experienced all sorts of tactics employed by the Pinecone Party.

These students may not have been academically outstanding, but they were exceptional at causing trouble, not only because they were all determined to get revenge on Professor Hamilton, but also because they had two teachers who were good at playing pranks.

The Weasley brothers of Gryffindor are said to have provided a great deal of help with these matters.

Umbridge was also furious about these things, and it is said that she even asked the Aurors of the Ministry of Magic to investigate at Hogwarts, but unfortunately they never found any suspects.

There was no one around when the pranks were played, and students would only come after Umbridge screamed.

But so what?

You can't just arrest students because they're watching the spectacle, can you?

Therefore, Umbridge suffered greatly.

Miss Loila Hamilton, who in a sense was the instigator of all this, was completely unaware of it.

She only vaguely knew that something interesting seemed to have happened at Hogwarts these past few days, since the students no longer had the mournful expressions they initially had when Umbridge arrived.

That's really strange.

Didn't Hogwarts usually only start having trouble on Halloween?

Loila shook her head slightly at this thought, then raised her wand and opened the office door.

Today is the second week of magic circle class, and it's also the day she will face Umbridge again. If she defiles the great magic circle again today—she'll have to send her to meet Merlin—

Hmm—I can't be so anxious, I have to hold back—hold back.

Although she said that, as soon as she opened the office door, she immediately began searching for Umbridge among the students below.

As expected, she spotted Umbridge in the corner. She sat there looking a little nervous, and her usually proud eyes were now surrounded by large dark circles.

It seems she hasn't been doing too well these past few days—is she busy plotting some evil scheme?

Loila pursed her lips and watched her as she pondered, when she suddenly saw her raise her hand.

"Miss Hamilton—" she said, pursing her lips, "may I have something I'd like to say?"

"If you don't want to—then—never mind."

Ok?

Why are you suddenly being so polite?

Loila looked at her with some surprise; Umbridge wasn't like this before.

"Um—you go ahead." This made Loila a little embarrassed. She was originally going to kill you the moment you opened your mouth—but now it seems like she's done something wrong.

"I'm sorry about what happened last week." Umbridge's next words made Loira's eyes widen even more: "I was too presumptuous—"

"I apologize for interrupting your lecture."

hey hey?

That's not right!

That's not how it's written in the novel! You should have continued to make things difficult for me and cause me trouble until I couldn't take it anymore and killed you to release all the pent-up resentment. What do you mean by surrendering now?!