Umbridge suddenly turned his head to look at Dumbledore: "What did you say!"
"The so-called Moral Education Department is a position created by Ministry of Magic. Hogwarts has not had this position since ancient times, so the Moral Education Department cannot be regarded as a faculty member of Hogwarts. It has no office." Dumbledore said matter-of-factly.
"Dumbledore!" Umbridge looked around. The little wizards were almost gone. She roared in a low voice, "You know the consequences of offending Ministry of Magic."
Dumbledore shook his head. "I'm sorry, I know how to offend Ministry of Magic, but the consequences. Forgive me, I haven't seen it yet."
"You... you will see it. Now, I want to go back to my office." Umbridge gritted his teeth and said.
"Oh...Ministry of Magic's one?" Dumbledore said, tilting his head.
"Ministry of Magic has no such precedent. Ministry of Magic's employees were kicked out by Hogwarts. No! Never!" Umbridge angrily bypassed Dumbledore and walked upstairs.
Since Hogwarts didn't prepare an office for her, then she had to make enough food and clothing herself. Anyway, Hogwarts didn't have much else but a lot of free classrooms.
Soon she found an empty classroom of good size and with a suite on the fourth floor. She quickly used magic to throw out the debris inside, and then began to radically change the layout of the furniture.
Soon an almost decent office was opened by her hands. She even hung a sign of the Moral Education Department Office on the door, and wrote the address of her office on the first floor Great Hall.
Kayson, who was sitting next to the Professors' lounge fireplace, listened to the chatter of the people in the oil painting, but in the end he still heard a few nutritious sentences from them.
Umbridge built an office for himself on the fourth floor.
???
Umbridge What level is he? The office is located on the same floor as his bedroom?
Is this right?
This cannot be right!
Thinking of this, he quickly took out his class schedule and took a look at tomorrow's classes. Hogwarts The first class tomorrow is the eighth grade in the morning for the seventh grade.
Then there was nothing wrong. He took out the crystal ball and called Cedric. After a second or two, Cedric appeared in the crystal ball.
"During class tomorrow, please organize the students not to go to Alchemy classroom in the first floor, but to the newly built office in Umbridge on the fourth floor."
Cedric nodded quickly. "Promise to complete the mission!"
Kayson smiled with satisfaction and put the crystal ball back into his pocket.
"I can tell by your expression what the hell you are holding back." Professor Flitwick sat on the sofa next to him and said slowly.
Kayson shrugged and turned slightly towards Professor Flitwick's Fang Yan: "I'm just a Alchemy Professor, what bad intentions can I have?"
"Alchemy Professor has so many bad intentions, Phileus, don't let him deceive you." Professor Sprout said, holding a bag of dried fish she fried on her own and placing it on the coffee table.
"Oh, no one cares about this. To be honest, I am very happy to see those interesting scenes." Professor Flitwick waved his hand and said.
"Then you have to keep an eye on it."
On the first day, Umbridge was wearing a pink rabbit silk nightgown and lying on a pink velvet quilt, unaware that danger was coming.
Soon, all members of the seventh-grade alchemy class except Kayson were present and appeared outside the door of this ridiculous office.
They were all waiting for someone. After a minute, a sudden buzzing sound sounded, and Kayson appeared in the middle of them.
"Is everyone here?" he asked.
Cedric stood on his left side, more than half a step back from him, and nodded. "All right."
"Yes." Kayson nodded, and soon Weasley Twins came out. They all followed Cedric's example and performed basic alchemical transformations. There were traces of metal gaps in their arms, and the light of magic shone in them.
Then he stood on the left and right side of the door, and then there was a deliberate punch. He stepped up his horse and twisted his waist, and then punched out.
With a bang, the poor door flew out and hit the wall hard.
Umbridge on the other side was actually already awake. Kayson had just woken up when Ender teleportation appeared outside the classroom.
After all, although the buzzing sound of Ender teleportation cannot be said to be noise, it is still very conspicuous in the early morning of Hogwarts.
The reason why she was lying on the bed at this moment was, in a sense, a kind of escape.
This ostrich mentality can be said to be the inner reflection of Umbridge at this moment.
It's just a class, nothing more than an hour. I only need to lie down for an hour and pass the embarrassing time of getting up. At least as long as I don't move, they won't be rude and say some rubbish...
But she obviously overestimated Professor Hogwarts's integrity.
Kayson took out a piece of chalk that came with it from his pocket, weighed it, then pinched it with two fingers, aimed, and fired.
Boom... Boom!
In an instant, a big bump appeared on Umbridge's forehead.
"Are you still pretending to sleep?" Kayson frowned and murmured.
Cedric stretched his neck and glanced in the direction of Umbridge, and touched his lips awkwardly. "Professor, is there a possibility..."
Kayson waved his hand. "Just say it."
"She may have been knocked unconscious by you." Cedric said.
Kayson pursed his lips. "Huh?"
At this time, Umbridge, who was lying on the bed and endured the severe pain on his forehead, gritted his teeth hard. As long as he could hold it in, hold it in, hold it in...
If you endure it for an hour, your time in hell will be over.
But she once again overestimated Kayson's integrity.
"Two people came and threw her down the window. She was asleep anyway and didn't remember anything." Kayson said casually.
Ha... ouch...