Umbridge

The newcomer was a short, fat, bloated witch, like a plump toad stuffed into a pink suit.

Her skin was so pale it looked almost sickly, and her face was caked with an alarming amount of powder.

Her round, bulging frog eyes scrutinized Li Wei and the others from above with a tiny, sharp, critical gaze.

Compared to that uncomfortable stare—

What Li Wei found even more unbearable was that this old witch was probably in her fifties, yet the color palette she wore was girlish pink!

Merlin's pink stockings! Even twelve- or thirteen-year-old Hermione could not pull off that shade.

Yet this old witch, like a toad that had become human, was wearing it so brazenly that the visual assault was downright nauseating!

Especially the cloyingly sweet, choking perfume drifting from her, mixed with old paper and a faint scent of roses. It had already made Li Wei dizzy and nauseated, nearly unable to keep his eyes open!

"Good day, Professor McGonagall! And this young wizard as well. Welcome to the Ministry of Magic. What brings you here?"

Umbridge had no idea she had disgusted Li Wei so badly. In a shrill, thin, sickeningly sweet voice, she greeted Professor McGonagall and asked why they had come.

Li Wei did not need to think hard to hear the malice, controlling nature, and undisguised hostility lurking beneath her words.

This woman clearly had ill intentions!

He wondered whether it had something to do with the property in his hands.

There had to be some vested interest involved. Otherwise, why would this old pink toad have rushed over so eagerly?!

Professor McGonagall, however, did not think much of it. How could she have imagined that the Ministry of Magic was now even more corrupt than before she had left, filled with crooked