Hogwarts had stood for a thousand years, and this was probably the first time such an incident had occurred.
Three young wizards were going to "settle things" with a high-ranking Ministry of Magic official in the Great Hall. It sounded absurdly ridiculous, but nobody cared about that now. Even Professor McGonagall, who was usually the most rigorous and rule-conscious, voiced no objection. Perhaps her only dissatisfaction was that she could not personally teach that detestable woman from the Ministry a lesson.
Not a single professor worried that the young wizards Amosta had personally trained for a year would be injured at Umbridge's hands.
Though they had never participated in Amosta's training, professors from different subjects regularly communicated about their teaching. They had heard Amosta describe the standards of these young wizards.
It was no exaggeration to say that even professors would suffer badly if they faced physical education class students one-on-one while letting down their guard. Now it was three against one, so there was nothing to worry about.
"Hey, lads, place your bets!"
At some point, Fred had pulled a sheet of parchment from his bag and shouted excitedly to the people around him.
"Bet that the old toad lasts a minute, and the odds are one to seven! Bet she lasts forty to fifty seconds, and the odds are one to five! Bet she lasts thirty to forty seconds, and the odds are one to three! Bet she lasts twenty to thirty seconds, and the odds are one to nine!"
A crowd immediately gathered around him. Harry grabbed seven or eight Galleons from his pocket and stuffed them into the cloth bag George was holding open, gritting his teeth as he said,
"I bet she can only last one exchange!"
"Ooh, you sly little fellow. Trying to make