Umbridge's investigation naturally did not end there. Before the eleven o'clock curfew that evening, she made the rounds of the offices of all four Heads of House.
She found plenty to criticize, but they were all trivial matters, unlikely to provoke public outrage no matter how much she escalated them.
According to a pair of well-informed Gryffindor twins, all four Heads of House were in rather poor moods. Umbridge's investigation was clearly just troublemaking for the sake of it.
In the early hours of the morning, in the Hogwarts kitchens.
Fred and George vividly "recounted" the course of events:
"You know Professor Flitwick is a good man. He warmly received Umbridge, but she showed no appreciation at all. The moment she opened her mouth, she questioned why the spells he taught students all generally carried risks."
What spell in the world was completely risk-free? Even the simplest Levitation Charm could summon a cow if the incantation was mispronounced.
Cho was a little angry. "I get it now. Umbridge doesn't understand even the basic theory behind spells."
"No, no, no." George blinked his adorable big eyes, sounding exactly like a three-year-old. "Under Umbridge's tender care, we little flowers of the Wizarding World have all been looked after wonderfully."
Cedric could not help rolling his eyes. "She's probably trying to ruin our whole generation. Professor Sprout is such a cheerful, optimistic person, yet Umbridge actually made her cry."
Hermione thought of running into McGonagall just after tidying up the activity room.
Their cat-transforming Head of House had her lips pressed tightly together, her eyes colder than ice, while her little hands would not stop trembling. Hermione had called out several times before McGonagall responded. She had probably been angered too.
"What about Snape?"
Everyone looked at Daphne and Greengrass.
They recalled how