Professor McGonagall's Headache
"Listen, Harry, I'm not here to listen to your complaints. With the Shadow Compass Society expanding and carrying out Su Yu's extermination operation, Ka-jie and I are already swamped. I really don't have the time to help your new club, but I think I can teach you a spell to prevent your club members from betraying you."
Hermione was getting a headache listening to Harry's constant complaining. In just a short while, Harry started by complaining that because he was daydreaming in Professor Snape's class, Harry ruined his own cauldron, and for such a small thing, Professor Snape punished him by making him do more homework.
And Hedwig, she's injured. It must have been Umbridge who did it; she's been monitoring all of the Hogwarts Academy ' communications.
As for Sirius, Harry gave him a nickname: Common Cold.
Umbridge may have discovered his secret contact with Common Cold, and he doesn't know how Common Cold is doing now, worrying that he might have been arrested and imprisoned in Azkaban again.
Oh, and there's Ron's mother, Mrs. Molly, who was strongly opposed to Harry forming the club and forbade Ron from joining under any circumstances, although Sirius was quite supportive.
The biggest problem was Umbridge's Educational Decree Number Twenty-Four, which forcibly dissolved all student clubs and interest groups.
Harry had always suspected that Umbridge knew something.
His forehead would ache terribly whenever Voldemort got angry, which gave Harry a headache, as he worried it would affect Quidditch Match.
Su Yu listened with great interest. Those who didn't know Harry knew he was just going to school, but those who didn't would think Harry was an undercover spy, living a Tenten of constant anxiety, walking on thin ice, and using his wits to outwit his enemies.
He wondered if Harry and the Order of the Phoenix were stupid, or if Rowling was just being foolish. It was just delivering letters; wouldn't Dobby better than an owl? Besides, House-elf could Apparition at the Hogwarts Academy; you could just buy a few from Diagon Alley. Wasn't that much more convenient than using an owl?
However, he couldn't say this to Hermione's face. Although she wasn't as sympathetic towards Goblin and House-elf as she was in the original story, if Su Yu treated them like that, buying a few from the slave market and whipping them every now and then, she would probably still be angry.
"What are you all doing gathered here so late at night! Do you want to get fired?"
At the greenhouse entrance, Umbridge walked over with Filch and his cat. Instead of returning to the lounge late at night, they had walked right into her line of fire.
But as soon as she came in, she was bumped into by Ginny, who was rushing out in a flurry, and almost fell to the ground.
"You! You are... uh... Ginny Weasley?"
Umbridge was about to explode in anger, saw who had bumped into her and felt as if a bone was stuck in her throat. She pointed at Ginny but couldn't utter a sound for a long time.
"Oh, excuse me, Professor Umbridge, please don't block my way. I need to go to the Gryffindor Common Room. Goodbye."
With that, Ginny jogged away, eager to tell her best friends about this interesting thing and urge them to come see the flowers!
"No, why is she here? Shouldn't Ginny be at East University right now?"
Umbridge rubbed her eyes, feeling like she was hallucinating. She was seeing ghosts in the middle of the night, completely oblivious to the fact that Filch's legs were trembling beside her.
"Hey, Professor Umbridge, what are you yelling about at the door?"
Blaise walked over, looked at Umbridge who was still lost in thought, his fingertips unconsciously pressed against his chin, then raised his palm and gently waved it from side to side in front of her gaze, breaking the lingering daze.
"Blaise? What are you doing here? Oh, Merlin's beard, have I been drunk tonight?"
Umbridge felt like his brain was about to shut down; why were all of them suddenly coming back?
"Obviously you're not drunk, Professor Umbridge. You know girls love flowers, but they bought so many and didn't know where to put them, so they had to come back to Professor Sprout for help. You should... well, you won't stop them, will you?"
After Blaise finished speaking, Goyle and Crabbe were still behind him, rolling up their sleeves to their shoulders, revealing their strong muscles, looking like they were ready to punch you if you dared to say no.
"No... no... it's not that it won't work. Well, I'll find you a good spot. Filch, hurry up and help the kids plant the flowers! Oh dear, I'm quite skilled at planting flowers. Why didn't you tell me sooner? Come on, come on, this isn't how you do it. Let me tell you, you need to dip this in some rooting powder, and then use river sand, not yellow mud. It needs to be moist and breathable for roots to grow and sprout..."
Umbridge swallowed hard, managing to smooth things over before his fist came down. He got more and more into it, even bending down to demonstrate for Cho Chang and Pansy. Even Filch's cat didn't dare to be idle, its four little paws digging back and forth in the pit to loosen the soil.
Harry's jaw nearly dropped to the floor. He'd never seen Umbridge so obsequious before. Where was her arrogance? Her haughtiness? Her domineering attitude?
You think you can just let us bully you, you bastard!
"So, Harry, do you understand now? Strength and ambition are the most important things. If you have strength but no ambition, you're like Headmaster Dumbledore. If you have ambition but no strength, you're like Minister Fudge —you'll be manipulated eventually. Sigh, I hope you understand..."
Hermione sighed, deciding not to continue discussing such profound questions with Harry; he wouldn't understand a thing.
When Professor Sprout and Professor McGonagall arrived, they were astonished to see Umbridge with her backside sticking out and her head almost buried in the ground. They gaped in surprise, speechless.
"Sue Fuli! Are you planning to build a garden at the Hogwarts Academy Witchcraft and Wizardry?"
Professor McGonagall glared at Su Yu, expressing her dissatisfaction. But Su Yu really couldn't do anything about Professor McGonagall. She had truly dedicated her entire life to the Hogwarts Academy Witchcraft and Wizardry, and there was really nothing wrong with her. No matter how arrogant Su Yu was outside, he still had to honestly apologize and explain to Professor McGonagall.
"Professor McGonagall, don't be so angry... Um... don't you feel that Hogwarts Academy is lacking a bit of vibrant color? Wouldn't it be a good thing if students woke up every day surrounded by a sea of flowers and then went to embrace them..."
"But what I see is children allergic to flowers dying at the academy..."
Professor McGonagall, rubbing her head, interrupted Su Yu. "Can't these guys just stop causing me trouble? Having Harry is bad enough, but with Su Yu on top of that, I haven't had a single day of peace these past few years! This year, Su Yu finally left, and then Umbridge showed up. And that's not all—it's only been a few days! Su Yu's back already? Are you playing around here?!"
"I'll make arrangements to build a new greenhouse for your flowers, but remember this: you're not allowed to fill the whole castle with these things! Some children can't stand the smell of pollen!"
There's nothing I can do; they're all my own children. I bought them all, so what else can I do? I just have to let them behave as long as they don't cause trouble. It's such a headache every Tenten.