Though no one knew what Peeves had done.
But when Umbridge ran furiously into the eastern corridor where the statue of Gregory the Smarmy stood, her makeup ruined and her soaking clothes clinging to her, the outcome was already decided.
Amid a continuous series of muffled bangs, like a string of firecrackers set off inside an iron box, Umbridge sank into the swamp under her formidable weight before she could even cry out.
The camouflage over the swamp vanished. Glug, glug-tiny bubbles floated up and burst with soft pops.
Dark green gas spread through the corridor.
Su Er's expression changed, and he immediately pulled back and ran. The Weasley brothers made the same choice.
Only Peeves remained, pinching his nose as he flew up and down and from side to side above the swamp, twisting his waist and shaking his backside, shrieking-
"Someone come quick! Someone come quick! Umbridge's fallen into the shithole!"
"Someone come quick! Someone come quick-"
This time, things had gone too far. Ten minutes later, Umbridge arrived with her Inquisitorial Squad-
Oh, I seem to have forgotten to mention that the Inquisitorial Squad was a school disciplinary committee Umbridge had formed after taking power, with students from Slytherin House as its core members. Yes, you could think of it as a student council-a student council with the power to deduct points.
The old woman's face was frighteningly dark, and she carried a stench that was hard to remove once it clung to you. Yes, neither Scourgify nor Tergeo worked.
The squad members beside her, led by Draco Malfoy, frowned, their bodies splashed with suspicious green and grayish-black liquid, but their eyes gleamed with excitement as they pursued and cut off their quarry.
A chase through the Castle!
Why was Umbridge so sure George and Fred