I, Hogwarts Second Time Around.

Chapter 432 The Most Foolish Conspiracy

"Now I am the principal, and I have all the power!"

She raised her voice, her sharp gaze sweeping over everyone present.

Now no one dared to argue anymore.

Legally speaking, that is indeed the case. Umbridge is currently the acting headmistress of Hogwarts and has orders from the Minister of Magic.

Even if she fired all the professors today, it would be perfectly in accordance with procedure.

Of course, she would never expel all the professors, but she would be quite willing to use her power to threaten others and enhance her own authority.

Professor Trelawney, who was unpopular at Hogwarts and had little ability, became the target of her scare tactics.

However, it is clear that she miscalculated this time.

When she smiled sinisterly at Professor McGonagall and Professor Trelawney, her lips curving upwards, she looked radiant.

Finally, one of the young wizards couldn't stand it anymore.

"Enough, you old witch. Professor Trelawney belongs to Hogwarts, you can't send her away."

Someone in the Gryffindor crowd shouted.

Although he was standing in the crowd, Irving was certain it was George just by his voice.

"Who—" Umbridge's expression changed drastically, and she glared fiercely at the Gryffindors.

"That's right. Ministry of Magic lackeys, get out of Hogwarts."

"I've already had my comeuppance with you, you toad!" then another young Gryffindor wizard shouted.

This seems like a signal.

Then more and more young wizards started shouting.

"I've never seen a Defense Against the Dark Arts professor this weak, even worse than that good-for-nothing Lockhart. Why are you unwilling to teach us spells? Is it because that would expose your own incompetence?"

"Oh my god, I feel like throwing up just looking at her. Her pretentious manner is disgusting; does she think she's only eighteen?!"

"Barty Crouch's loyal dog, I really don't know how he climbed to this position, I guess his shoe-licking skills are unmatched."

A loud commotion erupted in the courtyard in front of the auditorium.

More and more young wizards began to fabricate stories about Umbridge's morbid life.

Some people say that her twisted nature might mean she's a hidden Death Eater, and suggest that everyone rush in and capture her.

Some say she's even more despicable than the Death Eaters; at least Voldemort wouldn't be this insidious. She might be a vampire in human skin, or perhaps a "pretender."

Some are quite certain that Umbridge is a Death Eater. Now is the most dangerous time for the wizarding world, yet she's turning a blind eye and a deaf ear. She should be sent to Azkaban, because there's no explanation for her actions other than treason.

In short, the young wizards argued and bickered, making the whole courtyard lively and bustling.

However, Umbridge was clearly furious.

She yelled incessantly, "Shut up, all of you, shut up!"

"Solitary confinement. Expulsion! I'm expelling you all!"

Unfortunately, her threats were ineffective.

The noise from everyone made it impossible for her voice to be heard.

Finally, driven mad, she frantically pulled out her wand and flung it at the nearest Hufflepuff seventh-year student, unleashing a grey spell.

"Bang!"

This is the sound of a spell striking an armored spell.

The young wizard didn't hold back either—he swung out an "inverted bell" with his backhand.

This spell can suspend people in mid-air, leaving them dazed and helpless as they float above.

Umbridge clearly hadn't expected the little wizard to retaliate. She quickly cast the Ironclad Charm and lunged to the side. Although the Upside-Down Bell Charm didn't hit her, she lost her footing and fell to the ground.

This only made the laughter in the courtyard even louder.

Everywhere you look, you hear the merciless mockery of the young wizards.

How can someone who can't even beat a junior wizard be qualified to be a Defense Against the Dark Arts professor? It's ridiculous.

Professor McGonagall watched coldly from the side.

Her eyelids twitched uncontrollably. Everything that was happening now went against her teaching philosophy: the professor was attacking the young wizard, and the young wizard was actually fighting with the professor.

If it were any other professor, she would have already taken action and sent that audacious little wizard to solitary confinement, and then discussed with Professor Dumbledore about expelling him.

But now

She decided not to care about anything.

Didn't Umbridge say that?

Is she the headmistress of Hogwarts? Then she should face the consequences herself.

As for Professor Trelawney—she had long since abandoned her tearful expression, her large eyes now filled with amusement. If this were an auditorium, she would surely be sitting happily in the VIP section, enjoying her snacks and watching the whole thing unfold.

When the other professors arrived, Professor Sprout remained silent. He simply came to the Hufflepuffs' side, staring intently at Umbridge, as if afraid that this madwoman might harm her students again.

Professor Flitwick, on the other hand, was maintaining order among the Ravenclaws.

Generally speaking, Ravenclaws are more rational than students from other houses, but this varies from time to time.

Professor Trelawney, whom Umbridge wanted to get rid of, was one of the few professors at the school who graduated from Ravenclaw.

Although she seems a bit crazy, she's still one of our own.

So it's normal for the Ravenclaws to be so agitated.

And Umbridge, who was the instigator.

She quickly got up from the ground, her face turning pale and then flushed.

There was some fear, but more than that, there was anger.

She felt humiliated.

The mocking voices of the surrounding young wizards drove her mad.

This distorted her face.

His eyes were filled with nothing but hatred.

The next moment, her lips moved, and a spell that Owen knew all too well was about to shoot from the tip of her wand.

This time, Miss Granger finally couldn't hold back any longer.

She also noticed the spell that Umbridge was about to unleash.

Thanks to Irving, she also knew a lot about the curse.

"Eliminate your weapon."

Hermione reacted extremely quickly.

Almost as soon as Umbridge finished reciting the incantation, he swung his staff and cast a spell. A flash of red light, and the toad was disarmed.

"Tsk"

Owen frowned slightly; Hermione was being too hasty.

They should wait until she uses that spell, then they'll have a reason to get rid of her.

Now—if investigated, Umbridge certainly wouldn't admit it.

"I'm expelling you! I'll report it to the Ministry of Magic immediately!"

"Outrageous! Reckless!"

Umbridge stared at Hermione, trembling. Her hatred was almost palpable.

Hermione, however, didn't care at all.

Professor Dumbledore could not possibly expel her.

She's a star student!

"That's enough!"

Just then, an angry shout suddenly came from inside the gate.

After the space distorted, Dumbledore, dressed in a grey robe, appeared beside Professor McGonagall.

The United States remained in chaos after the Brazilian divinely ordained tower was completed.

The Magic Congress has become a mere shell of its former self.

The main problem is that they simply can't distinguish who is good, who is a traitor, who is the "purger," and who is the "imposter."

It's too chaotic, leading to gaps in functionality.

Furthermore, the Federation dared not rashly accept the help of some employees of the Magic Congress.

Even they themselves can't tell the difference, so how can we outsiders possibly do?

However—after driving away Voldemort, losing the support of the Death Eaters, and with a large number of Purifiers killed or arrested, the chaotic situation finally showed signs of being brought under control, and there was at least a glimmer of hope.

The former principal also took the opportunity to come back.

Professor Dumbledore's sudden appearance won cheers from the young wizards.

Umbridge immediately turned her attention to him.

"You, Professor Dumbledore?" she shrieked with a particularly unpleasant laugh.

Then his gaze fell on Professor Sprout.

"I have a dismissal order signed by myself and the Minister of Magic."

According to Education Decree No. 23, the Hogwarts High Investigator has the authority to examine, place on probation, and dismiss any teacher whom I, in particular, deem unqualified by the Ministry of Magic. I deemed Professor Trelawney unqualified, and I have dismissed her.

Furthermore, as the principal, I demand her immediate expulsion.

She looked at Dumbledore defiantly.

Prepare to continue this show of force.

She didn't believe Dumbledore would turn against her.

Unfortunately, the old principal had no intention of paying any attention to her.

He said to Professor McGonagall, "Minerva, would you please take Sybil with you?"

“Of course,” said Professor McGonagall. “Come on, Sybil, let’s go upstairs.”

Professor Sprout also came over, and she took Professor Trelawney's other arm. The two of them led her past Umbridge and up the marble stairs.

Professor Flitwick, wand in hand, gave chase, screaming, "The box is moving!"

Professor Trelawney's box rose into the air and followed them upstairs, with Professor Flitwick bringing up the rear.

Umbridge stood there, staring at Dumbledore, who chose to ignore her and walked toward Owen in the crowd.

"I am the Headmistress!" Umbridge roared, her wand no longer in her hand, otherwise this idiot would have pulled it out and aimed it at another professor. "I demand that she leave Hogwarts immediately."

"You're just an agent!" Dumbledore didn't give him a very friendly look.

He had just learned part of the truth about the Tower of Gods from Ron.

Four of his students died.

He's in a really bad mood right now!

If Umbridge doesn't shut up, he'd be very willing to help her.

The old headmaster stared coldly at Umbridge.

A powerful aura swept over them, like a biting winter wind that instantly extinguished the fire on the toad's head.

Then, he went up to Irving.

He took out a tattered water bottle from his sleeve.

"There's something I need your help with," the professor said.

Then he turned to Hermione and said, "Miss Granger, you need to contact Mrs. Weasley and tell them that both children are safe and sound."

"Yes, Professor." Hermione nodded obediently.

And Irving.

He immediately grabbed the kettle.

Then my whole body was sucked into the kettle, and I was twisted up as if I had been thrown into a pipe.

After some time, he appeared in the sky above a sea area.

"Multiple freezing."

Irving froze part of the water and stood on it as a floating island.

About a second later.

Professor Dumbledore reappeared behind him.

"Professor, where is this?"

"The obelisk of Brazil," Professor Dumbledore replied.

His tone was slightly heavy; beneath this deep blue sky lay countless lives buried.

He sighed softly, then slowly recounted the story that had unfolded there to Owen.

The professor stopped talking about five minutes later.

After a longer silence, he finally spoke, "Voldemort detonated the Outer God's magic here. I'd like you to check if there are any remnants."

The obelisks have all disappeared. If there is any remaining Outer God magic here, it will be very troublesome, because it will be without restraint.

"I see."

Irving nodded and slowly squatted down.

The crystal wand gently tapped the surface of the sea.

The causal principle of ancient magic is maximized.

It was as if a vortex had been created.

Perhaps it is the inevitable flow of rivers into the sea, and the unconscious magic beneath the surface slowly rises to the surface.

Then, to Dumbledore's astonishment...

The magic gradually coalesced into a figure on the sea surface.

She was a girl with silver hair.

She was completely naked, her body covered in snake scales, and she had a pair of shark fins growing from her back.

In terms of appearance, she looks almost exactly like Irving.

That's why Dumbledore was surprised.

"she is?"

"The Supreme Will of Ionia Samothrace," Owen said calmly, "one of the names of the Outer Gods."

Zhi looked rather strange.

Owen guessed that it was because Quetzalcoatl's magic had merged with his own.

It is obvious that Quetzalcoatl was far more powerful than Solomon.

Over a long period of time, it seems that Quetzalcoatl has almost completely worn away the essence of this other god. He may even have lost his consciousness.

Compared to the divinely inspired towers along the Italian coast, some of the elements here are weaker.

Irving raised his wand high.

It was like catching a big fish.

It floated high up, then, as if finding its home, it plunged straight into his chest.

Dumbledore didn't say another word throughout the entire process.

A complex mix of emotions welled up in his eyes.

He had already guessed the general plan of the greatest wizard, King Arthur's teacher, Mr. Merlin.

It has to be said that it was very bold, but now it seems that he is about to succeed.

That is the price

After gazing deeply at the sea, Dumbledore grabbed Owen's arm and Apparated.

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Hogwarts.

From the Defense Against the Dark Arts office, the sound of plates being smashed could be heard continuously.

At that moment, Umbridge was throwing her treasured playful cat decorative plate on the ground.

The shards were scattered all over the ground, seemingly symbolizing that she was about to throw caution to the wind and ruin everything; the sharp edges were even more in line with her current state of mind.

After venting his anger, Umbridge suddenly looked at the wooden cabinet draped with a lace tablecloth.

She walked over and opened the wooden cabinet.

There is a hidden compartment in the cabinet.

Umbridge took out a clear glass bottle from it.

The bottle contained a dark gray plant that looked like a rotten flower bud.

The roots are dense and still moving slowly.

If it weren't for this, an ordinary person would definitely consider it an inanimate object.

She stared intently at the contents of the glass bottle.

His face was pale, his eye bags were heavy, yet he was unusually excited, his eyes filled with some kind of frenzied desire.

She made up her mind without much hesitation.

He casually tucked the glass bottle into his coat and covered it with his thick pink cloak.

Then Umbridge left her office.

(End of this chapter)