Then there were the strange noises in the corridor. Whenever the night grew quiet, sounds would always rise from the hallway outside the Defense Against the Dark Arts office.
The voice was sickeningly sweet and nauseating, endlessly repeating words like "pink" and "cute." Umbridge searched many times but never managed to catch the culprit behind it.
Then there was the green smoke with its overpowering pungent smell that poured out of the office fireplace.
It had been rather cold that night, so Umbridge lit the fireplace to warm herself.
Everything had been fine at first, but then wisps of green smoke suddenly began billowing from the fireplace.
The moment that damned smoke touched her skin, its intense pungency sent her rolling across the floor in agony, snot and tears streaming out uncontrollably.
By the time she finally got hold of her wand and dispersed the smoke, all she found in the fireplace was half a tube of brownish-green solid matter that had nearly burned into ash.
She reached out and touched it, and the fierce pungency shot straight to the top of her head. It was already a testament to her strong will that she had not fainted on the spot.
Finally, there had been yesterday. On a whim, she went to watch the Slytherin team practice, only for two out-of-control Bludgers to keep chasing her, specifically smashing into her forehead. After hitting her once, they would bizarrely rebound from thin air and continue striking her.
Even now, the several lumps on Umbridge's forehead still throbbed faintly. She had no mood to think about anything else.
"You little bitch, if you've got the guts, keep it up!"
That helpless roar of fury made Peeves, who was hiding inside the ceiling, snicker wickedly. The big-foreheaded toad professor seemed to believe that