Expel Umbridge!

These words, each one imposing and forceful, were like a tidal wave, leaving Umbridge utterly defenseless.

The surrounding classmates roared like thunder, cheering for Harry.

This is so exciting! It's practically a speech!

Umbridge retreated repeatedly, momentarily at a loss for how to respond.

"Potter," Umbridge said after a long silence, "I am High Inquisitor for the Ministry of Magic, with the authority to expel any professor or student. I warn you, don't be mischievous, don't go against the Ministry of Magic!"

"The Ministry of Magic?" Harry scoffed. "How many divisions does it have?"

"I'm afraid you don't realize how serious this is. I have here—" She pulled a roll of Parchment from her robes—"a dismissal order jointly signed by myself and the Minister for Magic. According to Educational Decree Number Twenty-Three, the Hogwarts Supreme Investigator has the authority to inspect, retain, and dismiss any teacher whom he—that is, I—deems unqualified by the Ministry of Magic. I believe Professor Trelawney is unqualified—and I have dismissed her."

"It's just a piece of paper, Umbridge." Harry snapped his fingers, and the Parchment instantly burst into flames, turning it to ashes in Azure flame.

"This is outrageous!" Umbridge protested. "I've already signed the Educational Decree, which will take effect immediately—that fraudster Trelawney will no longer be a professor at Hogwarts, and you... will no longer be..."

Before he finished speaking, Harry raised his wand.

A flash of light appeared, and Umbridge transformed into a pink toad.

"Coo-caw?" the toad croaked in confusion.

"That's more in line with your current state," Harry scoffed. "You'll live forever as a toad, and perhaps the Black Lake is your destiny—this should be the first lesson I'm teaching you as Hogwarts ' Dark Arts Professor—never mess with people you can't afford to mess with, even if you're the Minister for Magic."

That makes perfect sense. Power comes from violence and rises from the bottom up. It's like how female-oriented content creators often think that if they become emperors, they can do whatever they want, and that their words are law, with everyone having to obey unconditionally.

However, their understanding was flawed; they mistakenly took the structure of power as the source of power.

Violence is the underlying logic of power.

Dumbledore didn't resort to violence to rebel against the Ministry of Magic because he wanted to play the game within the rules.

If he wants to overturn the table, no one can stop him, but at the same time, a small problem will arise.

The best way to avoid leaving any negative consequences is to make yourself irreproachable.

Clearly, that's what Harry was thinking: first, let Umbridge incur widespread resentment and make ordinary wizards lose faith in the Ministry of Magic, so that things would be easier to handle.

Umbridge's greatest contribution in life was perhaps stirring up trouble at Hogwarts, cultivating hatred from students and parents, and ultimately being dealt with by Harry, who reaped the rewards of his victory and transformed this negative reputation into positive one.

The students roared, cheered, and celebrated.

For the Defense Against the Dark Arts to get back on track, and for those Educational Decree that are about to become worthless.

"Potter," Professor McGonagall stepped forward from behind, somewhat worried, "You should consider the consequences. After all, she's High Inquisitor for the Ministry of Magic... Dumbledore isn't at the school right now, what if the Ministry of Magic..."

She stopped there.

"Don't worry, Professor McGonagall Professor McGonagall," Harry reassured her. "The Ministry of Magic is preparing to impeach Fudge, and we should have the results within a week—such as who the new Minister for Magic will be..."

No sooner had he finished speaking than an owl flew over and delivered a letter precisely into Harry's hands.

Harry opened the letter; it was from Sirius.

After a cursory reading, Harry waved the letter and said with a smile, "Alright, the matter has been resolved. The Ministry of Magic has passed a resolution to remove Cornelius Fudge from his position as Minister for Magic, and Sirius Black will temporarily assume the post."

Upon hearing the news, Professor McGonagall was initially delighted.

Upon hearing that Sirius had become the acting Minister for Magic, Professor McGonagall clapped her hands vigorously.

"Black —oh, I knew he could, Minister for Magic from Gryffindor, I'm truly overjoyed!"

However, a cold snort came from behind her.

Without even thinking, it's obvious that it's Sirius's nemesis, Snape.

"Oh, and enclosed with the letter was a Ministry of Magic order." Harry turned to the pink toad. "Ahem, the acting minister Ministry of Magic has announced the repeal of all previous unreasonable Educational Decree and declared the Hogwarts Inspectors' activities illegal, banning all their actions within Hogwarts— "

"Croak! Croak!" the toad hissed in pain.

However, none of his classmates sympathized with him at all. Even the most sympathetic classmate joined the mocking crowd and laughed.

It was impossible not to laugh, because many of the students had been put in solitary confinement by Umbridge.

Umbridge, a vicious CMG, preferred to punish people by making them write on the back of their own hands until they bled profusely.

That's a bit disgusting.

"I should say," Harry said, turning his head, "That I think Hogwarts needs a new Defense Against the Dark Arts Professor, and now that Umbridge has been expelled from Hogwarts, I think..."

"Harry!" Draco suddenly called out, "Shouldn't you be Defense Against the Dark Arts?"

Seeing that his classmates had misunderstood, Harry immediately raised his hand.

"Wait a minute!" he said. "Wait a minute— the Defense Against the Dark Arts times for other grades conflict quite a bit with my schedule, so I think it's better to let the professors choose someone more qualified to teach this class."

Snape didn't say anything, but he subtly straightened his chest.

More experienced people?

Who else but me, Severus Snape, the professor who has served Defense Against the Dark Arts on numerous occasions, is qualified to do so?

"We'll have to wait until next week to make a decision, Potter," Professor McGonagall said with a smile, looking at Harry. "There's still half a term before the holidays, so I think we should send out job postings first and see if anyone's willing to become the Dark Arts Professor at Hogwarts. What do you say?"

"You're right," Harry nodded.

"Alright, students of all houses," Professor McGonagall said, raising her hand, "I hope you can all return to your respective Common Room or to the Great Hall for your meals, and not gather here anymore, okay?"

The crowd quickly dispersed, and Umbridge's pink toad without a trace.

Harry would never say that he used Charms to throw the toad around the Great Lakes of America.

Let it take root and flourish in America, and become a home there!

Most importantly, stay away from Britain and let it disgust America.

However, when they returned to the Common Room that night, none of the students from the four colleges were in the mood to sleep.

No other reason than that the most disgusting guy was expelled from school, and everyone was naturally happy about it!

So, the students spontaneously gathered in the Common Room and had a party.

Anyway, tomorrow is the weekend and there are no classes, so I can just have as much fun as I want.

Especially the Hufflepuff classmates, who, taking advantage of their proximity to the Hogwarts Kitchen, received many delicious treats.

The Gryffindor students, not to be outdone, ran down the tower and sneaked into the Kitchen to find food.

Filch, who was usually on patrol in the castle, seems to have disappeared today.

No one knows what he did except himself.

Filch was now holding Mrs. Norris, lying on the chaise lounge, humming a song contentedly.

Umbridge's departure was a cause for celebration, even for Filch.

Unfortunately, Umbridge always bossed him around at school and completely disregarded him. Moreover, Umbridge had a bad habit—she acted as if she really liked Mrs. Norris, but whenever Mrs. Norris got close to her, she would show a strong sense of disgust.

What do you mean, "toads love cats"?

You only enjoy the self-gratifying "moral sense" that comes from loving your cat, and don't like real interaction, right?

Good thing, it's good that the toad got rid of it, Filch thought contentedly. He wouldn't bother those little wizards; if he didn't have such a bad relationship with them, he would definitely have joined in the celebration.

After holding back for a while, the Slytherin finally joined the celebration.

Even they disliked Umbridge, despite Umbridge's attempts to win them over.

Just kidding, who has nothing better to do than listen to Umbridge's attempts to win them over?

If this kind of courtship had happened in the 1991 school year, people might have been tempted.

But so many years have passed, and the Slytherin have long since witnessed Potter's power.

Great Potter (bushi)!

Who would be so bored as to choose to throw themselves into Umbridge's arms?

Why not take advantage of Harry's powerful connections? His girlfriend is the Minister for Magic, and besides—he himself is the successor to the strongest wizard of this century.

Furthermore, with Malfoy within Slytherin constantly lobbying various factions to follow Harry, it's clear that while they still harbor considerable resentment towards Gryffindor —their archenemy—they no longer harbor any animosity towards Harry.

Harry didn't join the celebrations; he was on the phone with Cassandra.

"I've heard about what you've been up to at school, Harry," Cassandra said, her expression one of utter disdain. "Looks like you're still obsessed with chasing after empty fame, tsk..."

"I have a suggestion." Harry ignored Cassandra's sarcasm; he was used to it over the years. "Umbridge has been expelled from Hogwarts, and the position of Defense Against the Dark Arts Professor is now vacant. Are you interested?"

As Harry said this, he couldn't help but think about it.

It seems that Hogwarts will have another sharp-tongued professor in addition to Potions Class?

Harry found the thought of Cassandra's mouth, which could be even more offensive than Snape's, quite amusing.

I want to see this! This is exactly what I want to see!

The suffering I endured back then must be experienced by my classmates again!

Sure enough, Cassandra became interested upon hearing Harry's words.

"I'm somewhat interested, Harry," Cassandra said after a moment's thought, then asked, "So, who should I apply to? Professor Dumbledore?"

"Dumbledore's not around right now," Harry thought for a moment, then said, "You could try the Deputy Headmistress, Professor McGonagall — the Deputy Headmistress ... but I think you could also try Pabbie, since she's on the school board member, don't you think?"

Upon hearing Pabbie's name, Cassandra nodded as if she understood.

"If you hadn't mentioned it, I would have forgotten. That donkey is school board member, huh..."

As she said this, Cassandra gave Harry a meaningful look.

Of course she knew that Pabbie's position on the school board member was arranged by Harry. After all, the Sweeting family had no power or influence, so how could they possibly get a seat on the school board member?

"It's Unicorn!" Harry said weakly. "Do you even know what Unicorn is? What a donkey... You really have no manners at all!"

Cassandra didn't speak, but smiled faintly, with an indescribable smugness.

"Go ahead and tell Pabbie about it," Harry scoffed. "I hope you can still be this defiant when you talk to Pabbie, calling her 'donkey'..."

Cassandra rolled her eyes cutely and didn't reply.

"I'm not stupid," she thought. "How could I just call Pabbie a donkey like that?"

"Oh, by the way," Harry added, "You probably already know that your Godfather has become Minister for British Ministry of Magic, right?"

"Yes, I understand." Cassandra nodded slightly. "I prepared a gift for him, after all, he's our Godfather, isn't he? Of course, Lucius also prepared some gifts, ha... that grandson."

If someone else had said that, they would have been insulting Lucius.

But Cassandra was stating a fact when she said that.

Lucius was indeed her grandson, and Cassandra, this grandmother, seemed to have a rather unfortunate view of her descendants, like a weasel giving birth to mice—each litter worse than the last.

Alas, back in the day, my father and brothers, Cassandra Malfoy, were truly remarkable men... how could their descendants be so...

Never mind, it's all just tears.

"Lucius has always had a good relationship with the Godfather, hasn't he? I remember Narcissa is the Godfather's cousin," Harry said with a smile. "With that connection, Sirius will definitely take care of the Malfoy family."

"Ha." Cassandra's eyes Winky as she scoffed, "The Malfoy family, so noble, has fallen so low as to need to be taken care of. How depraved..."

Harry thought about it for a moment and didn't refute it.

After all, once you've seen the ocean, other waters seem insignificant.

"Also," Cassandra spoke again, "My father wants you to go back to the Malfoy Manor; he has something he wants to tell you."

"Mr. Septimus?" Harry's heart skipped a beat.

For some reason, he always felt incredibly uneasy when facing Mr. Malfoy Sr....

(End of this chapter)