Success

As Gryffindor, Ron is very proactive.

Harry's Invisibility Cloak is with him, but Harry himself doesn't need it anyway. Ron occasionally uses the invisibility Invisibility Cloak to go out for some fresh air.

He pulled his two Twins brothers aside in the dormitory and carefully devised a plan. They agreed to wait until 8 p. m., and if Harry didn't return, they would proceed with the original plan.

We waited until eight o'clock, but Harry still hadn't appeared.

Ron made up his mind.

Blood Mother Hell, let's do it!

With that thought in mind, he donned the Invisibility Cloak, met up with his two Twins brothers in the Common Room, and left Gryffindor Common Room.

"You two," the Fat Lady warned, "I hope you remember the password to come back, or you'll know the consequences if you disturb my rest."

"Okay, I know." The Twins rolled their eyes. "Sometimes we kind of miss the time before Sphinx came here as the doorman."

At least you didn't have so many problems back then.

Before the Fat Lady could retort, the Twins had already slipped away, laughing and joking.

As the main implementer of the plan, Ron certainly couldn't be exposed, and the portrait of the Fat Lady was obviously unable to see through the disguise of the Invisibility Cloak.

If she had those skills, would she still be hanging on the wall as a portrait?

Gringotts would probably slam the vault door shut for her, forcing her to open her hardened, gold-plated eyes and see who dared to sneak into the vault wearing Invisibility Cloak.

Ron carefully slipped down the steps and made his way to the Defense Against the Dark Arts classroom.

As the professor of Defense Against the Dark Arts (excluding the fifth year), Professor Umbridge naturally lives in the Defense Against the Dark Arts Office.

The Defense Against the Dark Arts Office is located inside the Defense Against the Dark Arts classroom; it's just up the steps.

He stood at the classroom door, waiting for the Twins ' movements.

After waiting for about five minutes, just when Ron thought his Twins brothers were going to stand him up, suddenly, a tiny firework exploded from around the corner.

Immediately afterwards, the space in front of Professor Umbridge's doorway was filled with countless miniature fireworks.

It was Weasley Soso Yiyi Beng fireworks, invented by Twins.

The sound of high heels came from behind the door; it was Professor Umbridge.

The door opened, Ron saw Professor Umbridge's disgusting face.

Before Professor Umbridge could react, a black bomb appeared in front of her.

"What is this?" Umbridge muttered to himself as he leaned closer, only to have it explode with a bang, revealing an even smaller bomb.

Umbridge's face, which looked like a frosted donkey Dungbomb, was blackened by the explosion. She exhaled a string of black smoke and glared at the smaller bomb through gritted teeth.

However, as soon as she took out her wand, she discovered that the bomb seemed to have grown legs and scurried away.

As High Inquisitor at Hogwarts, Umbridge could not tolerate being fooled like this.

She angrily chased after the bomb, intending to catch the bastard who dared to tease her and teach him a lesson.

As a result, when she reached the corner, she felt as if she had stepped into a patch of mud.

Then, her body began to sink.

Ron saw Umbridge trapped in the Portable Swamp from afar, and slipped inside through the open classroom door.

Ron stepped onto the stairs and pushed open the Defense Against the Dark Arts Office.

Come to think of it, Ron had been to the Defense Against the Dark Arts Office several times before— Ron had also visited a few times when the previous three owners lived here.

During Gilderoy Lockhart's time there, the walls were plastered with his smiling portraits—and when Ms. Rosier. Vera Rozier stopped acting, the Defense Against the Dark Arts Professor's office was decorated in a very solemn manner, like the room of some noblewoman—of course, Ms. Rosier herself was a noblewoman.

Since Lupin moved in, every time someone comes to see him, they have a chance to encounter some very interesting evil animal, locked in a cage or box.

When the fake Moody stayed here, the room was filled with all sorts of gadgets and handicrafts used to detect other people's misbehavior and hiding places.

At this moment, the room was completely unrecognizable.

Everything was covered with lace-trimmed cloths and tablecloths, and there were several vases filled with dried flowers, each placed on a separate small cushion.

A set of decorative plates hangs on one wall, each plate featuring a brightly colored large cat, each wearing a different bow around its neck.

These things were so disgusting that Ron was truly disgusted and just stared at them blankly.

"What is this?" he muttered. "A particular fondness for cats—oh, what a traditional old witch image, it's disgusting."

Okay, Ron defined—a certain unspeakable group—before a certain eyeliner guy.

He forced himself to stop looking at the plates with cats on them and instead went to Umbridge's desk to look for them.

this?

No, this is a collection of cat photos.

This? No, it's Umbridge's teaching insights.

Ron felt like he would explode if he looked at it again after just one glance.

How can someone like this be a professor?

Ron thinks I could do it too.

And this? He rummaged through the drawer and found picture frames inside, all of them photos of Umbridge holding her dirty cat.

However, Ron looked around but couldn't find even a single picture of a cat in the office.

He found a piece of writing that might be Umbridge recording her life? Anyway, the gist of it was that feeding stray cats made him feel elevated and that he was incredibly kind.

No, you?

Holy crap, what kind of thought process is this?

If you like cats so much, why don't you get one yourself? You're not a student without money.

Even Millicent from Slytherin has her own cat!

Compared to that, Ron suddenly found Millicent, with her round face, to be kind of cute.

He shoved the paper back into its place as if he'd been electrocuted, and continued searching. Finally, he found Umbridge's class report in a box not far away.

Ron flipped through them one by one, and the first entry was about Snape.

Ron thought she would say something nice about Snape, but Ron discovered that Umbridge actually disliked Snape and even questioned his teaching abilities.

The second piece was written for Professor Flitwick Professor Flitwick. She didn't point out any problems with his teaching, but instead criticized his height.

The third report is about Professor Trelawney, who was dismissed from her class. She believes that Professor Trelawney is a fraud and a useless person who was brought into Hogwarts by Dumbledore and is just collecting a salary for nothing.

listen...-·.

Isn't that a bit too much?

Even though Ron disliked Professor Trelawney, he still felt she didn't deserve such a fate.

Professor Trelawney is just a bit eccentric and likes to send out death notices, but that's about it.

He silently memorized the contents of all the reports and continued to the next one.

Oh—the next report is about Professor Sprout, the Herbology Class, and it's not good either; basically, it says she has a bad temper.

He is not suited to be a professor.

no?

Professor Sprout has a bad temper?

Ron was amused.

He continued flipping through the pages, and then came Professor McGonagall's comments—which were even less than pleasant.

Later, he finally found Professor Scamander's report.

The image above has several circles drawn, roughly meaning that Professor Scamander doesn't enjoy teaching at Hogwarts. He prefers a carefree life to being a professor, and only entered the teaching profession under duress from Dumbledore.

Ron scratched his head. He thought about it and didn't see the point in what Professor Scamander had made today. What was her purpose in distorting the facts and giving random answers to Professor Scamander's words?

Now that the target had been found, Ron carefully put the report back in its original place and then slowly walked out of Umbridge's office.

However, when he reached the steps, he discovered that Professor Umbridge had somehow returned to the classroom.

She looked somewhat disheveled, her hair was messy, and her feet, legs, and skirt were covered in mud. Her expression was also one of gritted teeth, as if she wanted to devour someone.

The problem now is that the steps are so narrow that only one person can pass at a time.

If he turns around and goes back to his office, Umbridge will definitely hear the door open.

Umbridge hadn't noticed him before, probably because Umbridge was quite far away and his opening of the door was rather subtle—but now it's different. Professor Umbridge has already gone up the steps, and the office door is just a few feet away.

What should we do?

As Umbridge drew closer, Ron gritted his teeth, anger rising within him, and malice taking hold.

Oh shit.-

The bold get rich, the timid starve!

He pulled out his wand from under his Invisibility Cloak, held his breath, and stared intently at Professor Umbridge as he approached.

When she reached his side, Ron suddenly roared.

"Stupefy (Stunning Spell)!"

Professor Umbridge was completely oblivious to Ron; all she wanted to do was get back to her office, take a good shower, and find out who had been so audacious.

This left her completely unprepared for the Charms. Ron's Stunning Spell landed squarely on her, and Umbridge groaned as she collapsed to the ground. Now!

Ron stepped aside from Umbridge and tightened his Invisibility Cloak.

He also remembered that he must not let the Invisibility Cloak fall off, lest it reveal his whereabouts.

Wearing Invisibility Cloak, Ron arrived at the abandoned classroom on the second floor, which was the place he had arranged to meet the Weasley twins.

His hands were still trembling uncontrollably as he went downstairs.

First, I was nervous; second, I was afraid.

There's no way around it, this is an attack on a professor!

Even if Umbridge isn't the most competent, she's still a professor!

Moreover, Umbridge is High Inquisitor for the Ministry of Magic; if this were discovered, it would be a death sentence.

After entering the classroom, he ripped off his Invisibility Cloak.

Upon seeing Ron arrive, the Twins exchanged a glance.

"So, Ronnie little darling?" the Weasley twins asked with a grin, "Did you find what you were looking for?"

"Found it," Ron said, panting.

"What's wrong?" Fred asked. "You look nervous, and you're shaking a little? Good heavens, are you afraid of being found out by Umbridge? No way!"

"Yeah, really?" George teased. "You're already out, why are you still scared?"

Ron choked on his words.

"What's wrong with you?" the Twins asked in unison.

"I just used Stunning Spell on Umbridge!" Ron said through gritted teeth. "Don't just stand there and talk; try attacking the professor yourself!"

"Actually, we already did," Fred said, spreading his hands. "Remember when we both attacked Quirrell with snowballs when you were in first grade?"

"Then try attacking a Ministry of Magic official!" Ron roared.

"Oh, come on, Ron!" George patted Ron on the shoulder. "So what if they're Ministry of Magic officials? Wasn't the Dark Lord stuck to Quirrell's head? So what? We still managed to smear snowballs all over him. Do you really think attacking Ministry of Magic officials is a bigger deal than attacking Voldemort?"

Ron choked up immediately.

He admitted that the Twins did have a damn good point.

Yeah, so what if we attacked Ministry of Magic officials? Can that be compared to attacking Voldemort?

"However," the Twins exchanged a glance and said in unison, "We must admit that you have truly impressed us, Ronnie little darling."

"Huh?" Ron asked, scratching his head.

"I always thought you'd just blend into the crowd," Fred said, putting his arm around Ron's shoulder.

"Become that kind of mediocre, unproductive person." George put his arm around Ron's shoulder from the right.

"But I never imagined you'd accomplish such an earth-shattering feat." The Twins exclaimed in unison, "Mommy, this is truly gratifying, Ron —you really are our little brother—"

"Go back now," Ron said weakly. "All I want to do right now is sleep, just a little while—"

"Alright," the Twins said with a grin. "Then put the Invisibility Cloak back on and follow us into the Common Room. Don't tell anyone what happened tonight! Not even Hermione!"

"Why?" Ron asked.

George rolled his eyes.

"Ronald Weasley! You not only came up with such a dangerous plan, but you also dared to attack the professor!" He perfectly imitated Hermione's tone, successfully amusing Fred and Ron.

It's so similar, especially the expression and tone of voice; it's practically a carbon copy of Hermione.

After laughing for a while, Ron asked again.

"What about Harry?"

"Oh, Harry can do it," Fred said, patting Ron on the shoulder. "He's got plenty of experience attacking professors; after all, he's the one who hung Umbridge upside down in class, isn't he?"