"Don't worry. Look at those professors—I'd wager Professor Kayson can barely hold back his fists anymore," Neville said quietly.
At that moment, they all looked toward the High Table. Almost every professor was glaring at Umbridge with disgust. Madam Hooch, seated beside Professor Trelawney, even reached out and tightly clasped Professor Trelawney's hand.
She was about to stand up for Professor Trelawney when Kayson, not far away, had already risen and stretched his limbs, intending to wake Umbridge up and let her know exactly what position she held at Hogwarts.
But faster than either of them was Professor McGonagall, who should have been conducting the Sorting Ceremony for the young wizards in the middle of the Great Hall.
Before she arrived, her spell did. A red flash of magic shot toward Umbridge, instantly sending her flying through the air in the Great Hall, at a time when Hogwarts was practically at its fullest, before setting her firmly back down on the floor.
"Ms. Umbridge, are you all right?" Professor McGonagall asked coldly as she put away her wand.
"I..." Umbridge, having finally realized what had just happened to her, instinctively wanted to explode in anger. But she quickly remembered where she was and forcibly suppressed her rage.
At that moment, she no longer had the face to remain in the Great Hall. She thought she might as well leave and look for her office. She had no idea which office Dumbledore had assigned her, whether it got enough sunlight... She definitely had to paint it pink.
But when she began walking toward the staircase, trying not to draw the young wizards' attention, every witch and wizard in the Great Hall—including the young wizard currently wearing the Sorting Hat—turned to look at her.
One gaze after another made her skin itch,