Will was pondering how to squeeze a bit more out of those pure-blood families when he suddenly heard someone calling him.
"Mr. Behrens?"
The voice sounded cloying and disgusting. Will looked toward the source and saw, to his surprise, that short, plump toad in pink robes, Umbridge.
Will furrowed his brows and completely ignored the creature—he had zero affection for this pink toad, and the only reason he hadn't killed her back then was that he intended to use that group of reporters for his faith experiments, leaving no messy traces behind.
Otherwise, he wouldn't mind executing this pink toad right then and there.
Yet Umbridge seemed oblivious to Will's disgust, actually scuttling closer:
"Mr. Behrens, what are you up to? Do you need any help—"
"Scram." Will glanced at her, making no effort to hide his revulsion.
"What?" Umbridge looked as if she couldn't quite believe what she had just heard.
"If you bother me again, I'll make you die." A sharp glint flashed in Will's eyes. With a flick of his wrist, his wand spat out a beam of light. "Stupefy!"
Blasted by the charm, Umbridge was sent flying, crashing heavily to the ground. She knocked over a large vase sitting in the corridor, her bulky body shattering it into tiny pieces.
Bang! Crash!
The tremendous commotion echoed throughout the corridor. A few Death Eaters in black robes rushed out, and upon seeing Will carrying piles of books alongside Umbridge, they looked somewhat at a loss.
Fortunately, Lucius, the master of the manor, arrived in time. "What is going on here?"
Still, after casting a glance at Umbridge sprawled amidst the vase fragments and another at the large stack of books Will held, he had already guessed the general situation.
"Mr. Behrens, are you alright?" Lucius hurried over