The Silent Witch of Hogwarts

Chapter 559 Mirror

Early in the morning, Hogwarts was bustling with activity. It was a typical Monday in October, and students strolled briskly through the castle corridors, most of them having their own classes at this time.

Naturally, the same applies to professors.

Umbridge walked along the Hogwarts path with a dark expression. She didn't seem to be in a good mood, but most people probably knew why.

Although the pranks on her had lessened after the Ministry of Magic sent some more Aurors, the so-called reform of Hogwarts could not proceed after she bowed her head and apologized to Professor Hamilton.

Now, being at Hogwarts, she seems trapped within it, just like a true Hogwarts professor.

This was not what she wanted—she was there to uphold the Ministry of Magic's protection of the wizarding world, not to lecture these mischievous students.

Thinking of this, she couldn't help but clench her fists and glare angrily at the students who walked past her.

However, nowadays, when faced with her angry glare, most students find it amusing and quickly walk away, then secretly laugh and talk about Umbridge with their friends.

Umbridge didn't take the usual routes that professors and students frequented; ever since she was used to being pranked, she had gotten used to taking those backstreets.

Hogwarts has many backstreets, which are not only less frequented by people, but also faster than the main roads—and most importantly, you don't have to worry about pranks.

As Umbridge rounded a corner, pondering how to rebuild her authority at Hogwarts, she suddenly spotted a huge full-length mirror.

The full-length mirror was covered in a pink glaze, which looked quite delicate. If a normal person saw it, they might find it too ostentatious and vulgar, even disgusting. But Umbridge's eyes lit up.

Does Dumbledore, that old guy, actually have this kind of aesthetic sense?

She walked to the mirror in surprise, looking at herself from left to right, and even tried out a few poses in the mirror.

What a beautiful mirror—an elegant one!

Umbridge even considered taking it back to his office—though it was clearly unlikely.

This thing is so big—after class, we'll have two students carry it to the office.

Umbridge looked left and right, almost reluctant to leave the mirror. She couldn't help but purse her lips as she looked at herself in the mirror.

I've really been suffering at Hogwarts lately—my eyes have become dull, and I've gotten a few more wrinkles on my cheeks—

"Clatter".

She stomped her foot, then quickly left, her face showing even more dissatisfaction and anger.

With her departure, the secluded path returned to its previous quiet, and no matter how noisy the students outside were, it seemed that their noise couldn't reach here.

"Pat-pat-pat".

A faint sound of footsteps approached, and Loila cautiously peeked out from the adjacent corridor.

After making sure no one was watching, she blinked gently, then waved her wand and put the mirror into the book.

Hehe—I really am a genius!

Looking at her reflection in the mirror, Loila happily walked around the office again and again.

Although the person inside was Umbridge, whom she hated terribly, this detestable person was about to make a great contribution to the magic circle cause!

Looking at it this way, Royla felt a bit more favorably disposed towards Umbridge herself.

It's probably from -100 to -120, right?

Hmm—it seems like it's a few points short?

In short, that's not important for now. Loila gently tapped the mirror frame, and then Umbridge in the mirror moved slightly and stepped out.

However, unlike the clone of herself that Royla created, the Umbridge clone in front of her was not infused with any memories—in other words, it was a product similar to Royla, the clone that was controlled by Miss Shiloh.

She needs to be controlled to move.

But that was exactly what Loila wanted. She didn't think that the Umbridge clone, after being injected with memories, would listen to her—one Umbridge was disgusting enough, let alone two.

I will become the culprit who destroys the world —

Loila coughed lightly, dismissing these random thoughts, and then walked around the motionless replica in front of her.

Very good, no different from Umbridge himself —

With her, he could get into the Bureau of Mysteries.

That's right, that's Royla's plan.

Moreover, the plan is very simple: a clone of Umbridge enters the Department of Mysteries, finds Ravenclaw's tiara, and finally brings it out!

It's that simple!

This is the Vice Minister of Magic, after all. Getting into the Department of Mysteries would be a piece of cake for him, right?

And his task was to control her to do these things—it has to be said that, looking at Umbridge's appearance, even Roy, who didn't care much about appearances, felt a little embarrassed.

The difference between her style and her own is just too great — it's a pity Miss Shiloh isn't here, otherwise Miss Shiloh would have been in charge of this — after all, she's very experienced, isn't she?

But after thinking carefully about what Miss Shiloh said last time, Loira felt that if she did that again, she might be killed—but this time it's better than last time, right?

Last time he had to play the role of a motionless corpse, this time he's the unbridled Deputy Minister of Magic—

Hmm—thinking about it this way, Loila didn't even know if she could play this role well.

It seems that I've only obtained a copy of Umbridge, which isn't enough—I might need to practice a bit more.

Thinking of this, Roy pursed his lips and woke up Miss Nagini, who was sleeping.

"Miss Nagini—can you help me?"

"Help you—what?" Nagini opened her eyes sleepily, only to find Umbridge standing before her.

"What the hell is this?!" She jumped up from the bed as if she had seen a ghost.

"This is Deputy Minister Umbridge—it shouldn't be anything special," Loila quickly explained. "This is a replica that will be used to infiltrate the Ministry of Magic."

"Is that so?" Nagini paused for a few seconds, recovering from the inexplicable shock. She circled Umbridge in front of her and said, "Even though she can't speak, she's still quite disgusting—"

Doesn't this prove how powerful my magic array is?

"So what do you want me to do?"

"Ah—that's simple—" Loila tapped her fingers and said, "I want to learn better—learn how to play Umbridge—"

"So Nagini, could you—could you give me some advice?"

"Do you mean I'm a lot like Umbridge?"

"No, no, no, that's not what I meant!"