I, Hogwarts Second Time Around.

Chapter 435 The Plan is Exposed

There have been no further attacks by the "Impersonator".

This had a huge impact on Hermione and the others, causing a split within the DA. Some people thought that perhaps Luna was really being controlled?

Otherwise, it cannot explain why the attacks stopped after she was detained.

Of course, Hermione and Harry completely believed that Luna was innocent and that there must be another reason why the attack stopped.

They even risked their lives to go to the Owl Tower on a dark and stormy night to rescue Luna.

And this was exactly what Umbridge caught.

The next day, she announced that she would expel more than a dozen DA members, including Hermione, Harry, Ron, Justin, Hannah, and Neville, on the grounds that they endangered the safety of the school's teachers and students.

Almost overnight, the entire atmosphere at Hogwarts changed, and Umbridge used her power to begin drastically reducing Dumbledore's influence at the school.

She first dismissed Professor McGonagall from her position as vice-principal, and then transferred some wizards from the Ministry of Magic.

Let them be in charge of the school's daily operations.

She gradually reduced the number of courses taught by the heads of the four houses. For example, she appointed a Slytherin witch as the new professor of herbalism, while Professor Spratt retained only the duties of head of Hufflepuff and no longer taught any subjects.

Anyone with a discerning eye can see that she is further diminishing the professors' authority.

Before long, she will replace all the professors and deans and expel all the students who oppose her.

To establish a new Hogwarts that is completely under the control of the Ministry of Magic.

And now—it's the final stage of her plan.

When the April wind blows.

She is about to accomplish the feat of controlling everything.

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Susan spoke quickly, finishing the whole story in just two or three minutes.

After hearing all the stories, Owen revealed a sinister smile.

Flames burned in its emerald green eyes.

He had seen stupid people before, but—he had never seen anyone this stupid before.

Almost instantly, Irving understood everything.

It's all too obvious.

"Owen—" Susan called his name.

Koyatl behind him scoffed dismissively.

Sure enough, there are always a lot of idiots, no matter where you are.

She had initially thought Hogwarts would be different, but now it seemed that the officials of the Ministry of Magic were all in cahoots.

"Don't provoke her anymore, or if you get fired—we'll—" Susan hadn't finished speaking.

Umbridge, who was in the VIP seat, stood up. She was still wearing that disgusting pink cardigan and matching pink ruffled skirt.

She spoke in a high-pitched, girlish voice, "Owen Sanchez Rozier."

"You are now officially expelled for providing assistance to the Hogwarts rebels and for organizing illegal gatherings."

"Pack your things now and leave Hogwarts in thirty minutes, or I will send someone to expel you."

Umbridge's words caused a huge uproar.

The young wizards immediately erupted into a heated argument.

The other professors, however, remained silent, their faces expressionless, seemingly unconcerned.

Professor Sprout gave Owen a meaningful look, as if pleading with him not to cause too much trouble.

"Hehehe—"

Irving opened his mouth and let out a series of low, drawn-out laughs.

Then, he suddenly pulled out his wand.

I'm too lazy to waste my breath on this idiot.

The next second, a silver flash flew from his wand, like the sound of a cannon, and an official from the Ministry of Magic also made a move, his spell colliding with Owen's.

"boom!"

The floorboards started shaking.

The next moment, Owen unleashed an even more powerful spell, and all the wizards who tried to stop him were engulfed by the flash of light and instantly stunned.

Then—Irving raised the spell again.

Thunder seemed to rumble from within the dark clouds above the auditorium ceiling.

The next second, seven or eight bolts of lightning struck down, indiscriminately attacking all the wizards he didn't recognize.

He stomped his foot again, and the floor seemed to come alive, with countless bricks moving up and down. The wizards who were using their armor spells to resist the lightning were caught off guard and their spells were interrupted by the sudden shaking. The next second, they were enveloped in lightning.

"Click—"

"No--"

It was accompanied by unidentified screams and the sound of shattering glass.

Most people were forced to remain lying on the spot.

These people were not Aurors at all, but just ordinary employees of the Ministry of Magic, and were completely powerless to resist his magic.

Irving remained expressionless.

They walked step by step toward Umbridge.

Each step—more stressful than the last—brought even greater pressure to the toad.

"What are you doing!" she cried out in alarm, waving her wand and unleashing a curse at Owen.

These spells were deflected back by Owen, and all of them affected her.

"Ah—" accompanied by a scream.

Umbridge's thigh was slashed open. He staggered and fell to the ground.

That was meant for slashing Owen's neck, but now it's just a cut on her leg.

Why are you so stupid?

Irving pressed on relentlessly.

Meanwhile, the young wizards at the long table tacitly retreated to the sides, watching the show with burning eyes.

"Extremely painful!"

Umbridge, enduring the pain, raised her wand and, with a hateful, frantic shout, uttered the spell.

"Armor Counterattack!"

A flash of white light appeared on the crystal wand, and the red spell seemed to be drawn back by something, striking Umbridge in the chest.

"Ah~~~"

"ah!!!"

Suddenly, a scream like a pig being slaughtered echoed from the auditorium.

Stern and sharp.

Her body began to convulse involuntarily, and tears streamed from the corners of her mouth and eyes.

Even the wand in his hand was flung aside because his hand was out of control.

At that moment, Owen had already arrived in front of her.

"Capture the spirit, grasp the mind!"

He said.

In an instant, countless memories belonging to Umbridge opened up to him.

He knew every detail of her conspiracies, but he didn't find what he was looking for in those memories.

That imposter was much more cautious than Owen had imagined. After changing identities several times, he hid his current identity from Umbridge, and the two communicated through letters.

Irving gave Umbridge a look of disgust; he had just finished reviewing the man's entire life.

The feeling was like watching someone carve flowers on excrement; the level of disgust was no less than the sight of the otherworldly god on the pale purple shore of the Star Sea that he had once seen.

He flicked his wand, and the scattered wine glasses on the ground instantly transformed into metal ropes, tightly locking the old toad in place.

"Professor." He glanced at Snape, who was sneering beside him.

"You need some truth serum," Irving said.

Snape, however, seemed to have been prepared. With a flick of his sleeve, a potion appeared in his hand.

Then Snape quickly got up and went to Umbridge.

He poured a bottle of precious potion into her mouth.

He then disdainfully tossed the empty bottle aside and said coldly, "Tell me. You don't want to tell anyone everything!"

A struggle flashed across Umri's face as she was given the truth serum, but her mouth began uncontrollably to reveal all the secrets she had kept hidden for so many years.

Including her Muggle mother.

Father works at the Magic Repair and Maintenance Shop.

Over the years, he recounted in one breath all the ways he had insincerely flattered his superiors and ruthlessly stolen credit from his colleagues and claimed it as his own.

Everyone present was shocked by the actions of this monster in human skin.

Rita Skeeter was, of course, among the journalists.

Her eyes were blazing with fury, like a greedy wolf, and her smile was practically overflowing.

She snatched a sketching pen from another injured journalist, along with her own and her notebook, and frantically wrote down Umbridge's despicable life story using all three tools.

She felt she needed to write a book to expose all of this.

Irving had no interest in paying attention to Umbridge's dirty deeds.

He stood on the main stage, watching the bustling group of young wizards.

A glimmer of light suddenly flashed in my mind.

"Attention all young wizards! Raise your wands and cast the Patronus Charm!"

"Immediately, right now!"

Irving said firmly.

Soon, the wizards who participated in the DA raised their wands and cast their respective guardian spirits, and the other junior wizards followed suit and cast the same spell.

As for those below the third grade who have not yet learned this magic, these people are not among the suspects identified by Owen.

[The Imposter] Only in safe places, such as when the priests of Lavju seek immortality, will they choose a very young wizard as the body for transformation.

For adult wizards, it's natural to be unwilling to suddenly put them into the body of a young wizard whose magic hasn't fully developed and is still weak. Moreover, there's the task of attacking others at Hogwarts, so he most likely wouldn't choose a wizard below the third year.

By the fourth grade and above, most of these young wizards had already mastered the Patronus Charm, and even if they couldn't summon a physical Patronus, they could still make their wands spew out silver balls.

The transformed "imposters" will obviously lose the ability to summon their guardian deities due to the drastic changes in their souls. Even if a miracle occurs, the guardian deity will also change accordingly.

Soon, the young wizards from the other three academies summoned their guardian spirits.

The auditorium was suddenly illuminated by waves of silver light.

Everyone understood Irving's intention: he wanted to use the Guardian Angel to find the imposter hidden among them.

Soon everyone's attention was focused on the Slytherin group.

Although Draco looked quite displeased, he still released his Patronus.

His two henchmen, Goyle and Crabbe, could only make their wands spew out silver balls.

The other students in the same grade all had their wands shrouded in silver mist to varying degrees.

But there was one person who stood out from the crowd; when compared to others, he immediately appeared special.

"Theodore? What are you doing?" Draco frowned and scolded the boy. "Don't let others cause us trouble."

The tall boy named Theodore Nott stood there blankly. He was thin and sickly, and looked like a recluse.

He was part of Draco's inner circle.

However, they were not as loyal as Goyle and Crabbe.

A marginal person belonging to a small circle.

"I don't know the Patronus Charm," Theodore Nott said coldly.

"?" Draco looked at him. "What nonsense are you talking about?"

Because of the Battle of Hogsmeade, the Dementors' attack on the Hogwarts Express at the start of the third year, the Dementors' sudden attack on the Quidditch players, and so on.

Hogwarts once experienced a surge in interest in learning the Patronus Charm.

This spell even became a benchmark for competition among various academies.

Including myself, all the wizards in Slytherin had practiced this spell diligently.

He had personally witnessed Theodore Nott unleash his physical guardian spirit.

Now he's actually saying he doesn't know this curse.

In an instant—Draco suddenly realized something was possible.

Could it be that he had no choice but to grip the magic wand tightly?

His eyes were fixed on Theodore.

"Are you kidding me?" he said.

"No—" Theodore Nott's eyelids twitched slightly, "I haven't used that spell in a long time, so I can't use it anymore."

He changed his story.

Draco clearly did not believe such an explanation.

On the other side, Irving didn't have that much patience. The next second, a red spell flew straight over.

Immediately afterward, Theodore Nott instinctively raised his hand. The Ironclad Charm was unleashed.

The light blue armor swept past, completely blocking Irving's curse.

"Heh—" Owen had a guess in his mind as he faced Theodore, whose strength seemed to have increased significantly.

He rushed over suddenly.

Lightning bolts then fell from the ceiling.

"Multiple Freeze Spell!"

Countless ice crystals spread across the earth almost in the blink of an eye.

Theodore, with astonishing speed, first cast a spell to block the lightning, then dodged the ice crystals to the side, a fierce glint flashing in his eyes.

Their gazes lingered on Draco.

The meaning was quite clear: they wanted to find a hostage.

Draco naturally saw the murderous glint in Theodore's eyes, but having suffered setbacks at Hogwarts for several years, he had long since transformed. He remained calm in the face of danger and unleashed a petrification spell.

Behind them, Goyle and Crabbe each unleashed different evil curses.

Caught off guard, Theodore was struck down by the curse.

He barely escaped Draco's petrification spell, but he couldn't escape Goyle's disarming spell.

The immense force of the spell caused him to lose his wand repeatedly, and his entire body was sent flying to the side like a cannonball.

The young wizards watching were prepared; they used their armor spells to avoid acting as human shields.

On the floor—blood soaked Theodore's lips.

He struggled to his feet, his eyes glaring hatefully at the young wizards around him.

However, before he could even get up...

A tremendous force came from his back, forcing him to press even closer to the ground.

"Your IQ is on par with Umbridge's. Equally stupid."

Irving had his foot on Theodore's back.

His body is comparable to a mini-Superman's; he's confident that the guy on the ground won't be able to break free.

"When you infiltrate a place, you should at least do some research first!" Irving said jokingly.

Just then, a cold voice came from behind him, "Enough."

Professor Snape, dressed in a black robe, strode over.

"He is a student of my college, and the decision to deal with him is in my hands."

"I'm afraid your student is already gone, Professor!" Owen loosened his grip, cast a few more binding spells, and stepped aside.

The guy in front of me is clearly not as agile as he was right after the transformation, which means that the real Theodore Nott is already dead.

It's impossible to save them now.

Upon hearing this, Snape's face instantly turned cold.

His cold eyes were filled with an indescribable rage.

He reached out, grabbed Theodore's chin, and lifted him up.

Then, pointing the wand at his cheek, he coldly said, "Leechence!"

To the outside world, it was just a matter of a moment.

But Snape had already gone through all of Theodore's memories in that instant.

As a master of Occlumency, Snape could pry open the minds of anyone who also knew Occlumency.

Besides, this idiot in front of me doesn't know how at all.

A moment later, Snape released his grip.

It was as if they were throwing away trash.

He walked back to the main seat and said to Professor McGonagall, "Notify the Ministry of Magic; we've discovered an escaped beast."

This proved everything almost instantly.

Theodore Nott was the imposter, and the young wizards didn't know who the monster in his place was, but they immediately retreated, clearing a space.

The other professors rushed over and completely subdued Theodore Nott.

A deathly silence fell over the auditorium.

Only Umbridge continues to recount her sinful life.

And the sound of Rita Skeeter's quill pen scraping against parchment.

Much later, Professor McGonagall finally recovered from the shock of Snape's whispered narration.

Her face looked extremely pale.

Theodore Nott looked at him as if he were a bug.

The professor had never shown such disgust before; he had no idea what shocking truth Snape had revealed in the air.

"Now—attention all young wizards!"

Professor McGonagall's loud voice rang out in the auditorium.

"Return to your respective common rooms immediately and be led by your respective prefects."

"Owen, you're in charge of taking the Gryffindors back to their dorms," ​​the professor said again.

Umbridge has banned all student organizations at the school, and all student council presidents and prefects have been dismissed.

Based on the students' previous positions, the class leaders of the other three colleges are still in place.

But in Gryffindor, Hermione is the head of the girls' council, and Ron is the prefect.

Neither of them are present at the moment.

Irving has to do it.

The young wizards in the hall began to leave one after another. They walked slowly, some reluctant to leave, as if they had heard more explosive news from Umbridge.

They had already heard that she had bought a Deadroot from a dark wizard.

"Oh, right, this one." Professor McGonagall, who was already dizzy with anger, looked at Koyatl. She had noticed this familiar girl long ago.

(End of this chapter)