After school started, Albert's life was busy and fulfilling.
In addition to showing up in the professors' club, he also paid a special visit to Professor Flitwick to talk about the International Wizarding Duel Tournament, and gave him a few photos he had taken after winning the championship, to thank Professor Flitwick for his help.
Professor Flitwick was very pleased that his favorite student became the youngest duel champion. He could brag about him to others for many years to come.
On the night before the Saturday holiday, Albert spent a few hours tutoring Katrina in Defense Against the Dark Arts in the Room of Requirement. He spent the rest of the time with Isobel, living in their own warm world.
They talked a lot about school and spent a fairly pleasant weekend together, and the plan to brew the Fo Ling potion officially began.
Isobel became interested in the lucky potion. Although the lucky potion could not bring real luck to people, it could greatly improve the user's abilities in all aspects. Maybe one day, she would have a flash of inspiration and succeed in breaking through the existing bottleneck
Unfortunately, happy times are always so short. After having dinner together on the weekend, Albert kissed Isobel goodbye and returned to Hogwarts Castle.
As soon as he returned to school, Fred, George and Lee Jordan came to him and talked about the changes that had happened during the time he was away from school.
Peeves repeated his old tricks and stole the new professor's tableware. Umbridge vomited and had diarrhea after eating, and the situation was out of control for a while.
"You didn't let her fall down the road?" Albert looked at the three of them in surprise. He felt that if Umbridge fell down and pooped in her pants, she would die in public and she would not be able to stay in the school to teach.
"We did want to, but it happened too suddenly. We didn't have time to react." The three looked a little disappointed that they missed such a great opportunity.
"I think Umbridge is mad!" Albert scratched Tom's chin and the back of his neck and asked with a smile.
"Yeah, Umbridge was almost mad. If she hadn't helped herself... she would have become the laughing stock of Hogwarts." George tried hard not to laugh.
"Toad was very angry. She suspected someone had spiked her food, but she had no evidence," Fred added.
"I guess she couldn't have imagined that it was Peeves who was targeting her no matter how hard she tried." Li Jordan couldn't help laughing.
Albert calmed down Tom, who was frightened by the three men, and asked, "Who is the suspect?"
"Harry," George said in a low voice.
"Are you sure Umbridge is not targeting Potter specifically?" Albert had a strange expression on his face. It was really hard for him to understand what Umbridge was thinking.
"This afternoon, Peeves put a poison gas egg under Umbridge's chair cushion, locked the office door, and blocked the keyhole." Fred explained, "She happened to be preparing to put Harry in detention. As soon as Harry sat down, the poison gas bomb under the chair cushion was crushed. Umbridge and Harry were almost suffocated to death in the office. In the end, Umbridge used the Exploding Curse to blow open the door of the Defense Against the Dark Arts Office, and the two escaped from inside."
"So, she suspected Potter was up to something?"
"right."
"Harry thought it was Umbridge who was playing tricks on him," Lee Jordan whispered. "Harry was very calm and deliberately made a big fuss about it. He even went to find Professor McGonagall and finally found the poison egg under Umbridge's chair cushion. He also exposed the fact that Umbridge used dark magic props to punish students."
Everyone knows what kind of person Umbridge is by now.
"Professor McGonagall is pissed off," George said in a low voice. "I've never seen her so angry."
"Potter didn't retaliate."
"Of course. Umbridge was knocked unconscious after leaving the headmaster's office. Her head was stuffed into the toilet in the girls' bathroom and was eventually discovered by a Hufflepuff girl."
Umbridge insisted that Harry had attacked her and was secretly taking revenge on her.
The interesting thing is that Harry was in the common room doing his homework, and there were a number of people who could vouch for it."
"Compound potion?" Albert guessed the reason.
The three of them laughed quite unscrupulously.
Peeves undoubtedly used his ability to stir up trouble beyond his normal level, and played with the toys given by Albert in new ways. In just one week, he had given Umbridge a lot of trouble. It was just that Potter was unlucky and was innocently affected.
"When do you think Peeves will be able to drive Umbridge away?" Fred asked curiously.
"Shouldn't we expect Umbridge to last longer?" Albert said meaningfully, "She is the source of happiness."
The four of them looked at each other and laughed maliciously.
Yes, the source of happiness.
Umbridge naturally didn't know that a group of bad guys were about to laugh at her.
Umbridge, who was tormented by eerie noises all night, couldn't understand why she encountered so many strange things. Could it be that the curse of the Defense Against the Dark Arts professor was at work
Umbridge couldn't be blamed for thinking this way. She had been having too many bad lucks recently. Take last night for example. She remembered that she had closed the window before going to sleep, but when she woke up in the middle of the night, she found that the window was actually opened. What made Umbridge even more terrified was that there were terrible noises coming from outside the window, which scared her so much that she didn't sleep well all night. When she woke up in the morning, Umbridge came to the teacher's seat with dark circles under her eyes, and she could hardly maintain her fake smile.
The sky was gray and there were bursts of thunder, which seemed to indicate that something bad was about to happen.
Umbridge sat in her seat, looking at the food on her plate suspiciously. Ever since she had vomiting and diarrhea last time, she suspected that someone had added something to her food.
Of course, Umbridge had no evidence, because everyone ate the same thing, and she was the only one with the problem.
In the teaching booth, the professors were chatting about the news of Albert's victory. Professor Flitwick's face was filled with an unconcealable smile, and he passed photos of Albert's victory to other professors.
When Umbridge heard that the professors were going to put the photos of Anderson winning the championship into a photo album and put it in the Hogwarts Trophy Room to display Albert's brilliant achievements, she felt even more sick and had an urge to vomit.
"Is it really necessary to do this?"
Umbridge found this very absurd, and she carefully tasted a mouthful of the food on the plate, making sure there was nothing unusual before swallowing it.
The last time she vomited and had diarrhea, Umbridge was sure there was something wrong with what she ate.
If something goes wrong with the food next time, she will definitely keep it and send it for testing to see if someone has poisoned her food.
If she caught the man who poisoned him, she would have to fire him herself, break his wand, and have him thrown into Azkaban.
Just as Umbridge was daydreaming, there was a sudden commotion below. A group of students gathered around the Gryffindor table, and no one knew what they were discussing.
When Umbridge was about to go over to see what was going on, Professor McGonagall interrupted her thoughts.
"Oh, by the way, Anderson asked me to ask you a while ago if you would like to be made into a wizard card." Professor McGonagall asked when Umbridge stood up.
"What?"
Umbridge looked at Professor McGonagall warily. The two sides had had an unpleasant argument earlier.
"A card game that's very popular at Hogwarts."
Professor McGonagall pulled out a very delicate card from her robe pocket, handed it to Umbridge and said, "That's about it."
Umbridge looked at the exquisite card suspiciously. On it, Professor McGonagall was holding a few books and a wand, and in front of her was a goblet that had been transformed into an owl.
"I just heard that the wizard card competition has been advanced this year?" Professor Sprout said. She also has a similar wizard card and likes it very much.
After all, there aren't many wizards who can fit on a Chocolate Frog card.
"Do you have any, too?"
"The professors at Hogwarts have basically agreed," Professor Flitwick explained. "No one would miss such an opportunity, right?"
Before Umbridge could answer, a hundred or so owls suddenly flew into the hall. Several of them flew towards the teachers' seats and dropped a large package in front of Umbridge.
Among them, several owls flapped their wings and landed on the dining table, jostling each other, trying to be the first to hand over the envelope, and ruined Umbridge's breakfast in the process.
The changes in the teacher's seat quickly attracted the attention of the students below.
Umbridge received the letters from the owl, and when she opened one of them, something surprising happened.
The letter seemed to have grown a mouth and began to curse Umbridge, asking how she had the nerve to be a professor at Hogwarts. It also cursed Dumbledore, believing that the school and the Ministry of Magic were irresponsible to the students of Hogwarts by doing this.
Of course, Umbridge didn't wait for the letter to be finished. She took out her wand with a sullen face and burned the letter to ashes.
However, what made Umbridge even more angry was that there was a burst of warm applause from below.
As Umbridge became furious, she was horrified to find that the envelopes began to burn, just like the Howler letters.
Of course, except for a letter from the Ministry of Magic, Umbridge picked that letter out of the pile of envelopes and waved her wand, trying to blow up the burning letters.
The professors around felt something was not right and moved aside to avoid being affected innocently.
In fact, they are doing the right thing.
The letters exploded on the table with a "bang", and a black smoke began to spread around, completely enveloping Umbridge.
The students who were having breakfast below were all stunned by this scene. They looked in shock at the teaching seats shrouded in black fog. Even several professors were whispering and gossiping about what had just happened.
The black fog soon disappeared, and Umbridge reappeared in front of everyone. On her round face, only her yellow teeth and eyes were left, and the rest of her face was covered with a layer of black. Her originally slightly curly brown hair had now turned into a fluffy afro.
"Her hairstyle is really unique." Shanna glanced at the people opposite her imperceptibly.
"It seems that Umbridge must have offended someone badly." Angelina looked very excited. Seeing Umbridge in trouble recently has become a source of happiness for everyone.
There was a whisper in the hall, and everyone was discussing who was playing a prank on Umbridge.
The professors looked at their colleagues with twitching eyelids and moved away from the dining table. The packages originally placed on the table were actually shaking slightly.
Anyone with a little common sense can guess that the package is definitely not something good.
No professor was willing to try it themselves, and Umbridge's embarrassed appearance reminded them that these pranks were aimed at the new professors.
The next moment, the package was blown up into the sky with a loud bang, scaring everyone in the hall.
People were horrified to find that a large number of toads emerged from the package.
Some of the toads actually jumped onto Umbridge.
ah!
Umbridge's scream rang out.
"These toads seem to like Umbridge very much!"
Albert looked at the toad that jumped to his feet, raised his hand and pointed, changing it back to its original state, which turned out to be a photo of a toad cut out of a newspaper.
At this moment, Umbridge was almost overwhelmed by toads, but no one was willing to lend her a hand.
Just when everyone thought the prank was about to end, Umbridge's voice suddenly rang out in the hall: "My name is Umbridge, and I'm a pink toad!"
"My name is Umbridge, and I'm a pink toad!"
"My name is Umbridge, and I'm a pink toad!"
Umbridge's voice rang out three times, and as if to verify her words, Umbridge, who was submerged by the toad, suddenly disappeared with a "puff".
A pink toad suddenly appeared where Umbridge had been standing.
Everyone in the hall was stunned once again. They had never thought that their beloved Professor Umbridge would turn into a pink toad in front of them.
Oh my god!
This thing is like a dream.
“It’s so similar!”
I don't know who started it, but there was an immediate response.
"Whose idea was this? It's really great!"
“That guy is an absolute genius.”
"Take a picture quickly, anyone with a camera, take a picture quickly."
"puff!"
"Hahaha!"
"I can't help it, hahahaha!"
“It’s so funny, hahaha!”
“No, let me laugh for a while first, hahahaha!
After someone started laughing, the others finally couldn't hold it back anymore.
The hall was suddenly filled with joyful laughter.
Looking at Umbridge who had turned into a pink toad, Harry stuffed several tranquilizers into his mouth to prevent himself from making a slip of the tongue, but the corners of his mouth still couldn't stop rising. Everyone could see that Harry Potter was in a very good mood.
As insiders, Ron and Hermione naturally knew what was going on with Umbridge. In order to prevent themselves from laughing, they tried so hard to hold back their laughter that they felt uncomfortable all over.
Fred and George had no such concerns. They slammed the table with their hands and laughed extremely evilly.
"Oh! I can't take it anymore. I feel like I'm going to die of laughter." Finally, the two of them slumped in their chairs, feeling sore and powerless all over.
Even the professors did not stop her, and no professor took the initiative to help Umbridge remove the Transfiguration Curse.
If it weren't for the need to maintain their seriousness, the professors might have laughed too.
Professor McGonagall's face twitched, and she seemed to be hesitating whether to help remove the magic, but Professor Flitwick and Professor Sprout did not seem to want anyone to ruin the beautiful moment. They discussed with Professor McGonagall whether they should have someone use a detector to check the students' packages in the future to ensure that there was no danger before handing the packages to the students.
As for Professor Snape, when he saw the pink toad jumping towards him, the corner of his eye twitched slightly. He forced himself not to draw out his wand and cast a stunning spell on the pink toad in front of him.
Just as Snape raised his wand to help Umbridge remove the Transfiguration Curse, he suddenly heard a soft "puff" sound, and the pink toad turned back into Umbridge's appearance.
only…
Umbridge's current posture is really... a bit eye-catching.
Looking at Umbridge doing the frog jump in front of him, Snape was startled and took several steps back, almost knocking over the chair behind him.
The other professors were also stunned by Umbridge's eye-catching posture. They quickly covered their mouths with their hands to prevent themselves from laughing out loud.
The students were not as reserved as the professors. When they saw Umbridge doing the frog jump in front of Snape, they burst into laughter, and a burst of happy laughter rang out in the hall.
Umbridge, who had been severely tortured, suddenly rolled her eyes, fell among a pile of toads, and fainted.
"you… "
The muscles on Snape's face twitched wildly, and finally Professor Flitwick waved his wand to summon a stretcher. Umbridge was put on the stretcher and sent to the school hospital to be treated by Madam Pomfrey.
However, the professors all felt that what Umbridge needed was not physical treatment, but psychological treatment.
The professors were also whispering about what had just happened. They were also very curious about who was causing trouble for Umbridge.
It's rare to find a wizard who can make arrangements for Umbridge so clearly to this extent.
“Ahem.”
Professor McGonagall coughed lightly and signaled everyone to help clean up the mess.
Just as Professor McGonagall was about to wave her wand to catch those toads, she heard a series of popping sounds, and the group of toads on the ground unexpectedly all turned into pictures cut out of newspapers.
However, the photo was divided into three parts. In addition to the photo of Umbridge's frog jump, there was also a photo of a pink toad and a photo of Umbridge's black people.
The next moment, a gust of wind blew by, and the photos on the ground flew everywhere.
After discovering the wonders in those photos, many students picked up one to collect.
This is definitely Umbridge's dark history.
"I can't take it anymore. I almost died of laughter!" Lee Jordan appeared from nowhere and distributed the photos he picked up from the ground to his friends around him. He smiled and said to everyone: "I'm sure people will talk about this for many years."
"It's been more than a few years." Albert looked at the photo in his hand and said softly, "We should let all the students of Hogwarts remember Umbridge's heroic deeds."
Chapter 999 Pink Toad