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Umbridge arrived one morning, carrying a mission from her master (mistakenly).

When William saw her, she was drinking fresh Unicorn milk, and before she could catch her breath, she spat it all out.

He wasn't the only one who felt nauseous; many students did too.

Umbridge had short, curly, greyish-brown hair tied with a very ugly pink bow.

Over her long robe, she wore a leopard-print overcoat and a pink hood, looking somewhat like "Grandma Wolf."

Oh, that damn aura!

She has it all figured out perfectly... one more look and you're hooked.

Umbridge's face stiffened slightly. This was her meticulously crafted makeup; hadn't it subtly stunned everyone with its beauty?

Her eyes were gloomy as she scanned the crowd, and suddenly she spotted Stark and Granger.

Upon seeing the two again, Umbridge felt a mix of emotions, which, if she had to describe it, would be:

He was simultaneously angry, sorrowful, and ecstatic.

Ecstasy... that's so easy to understand.

Although he was imprisoned for a month after that trial, he unexpectedly benefited from the misfortune and was promoted.

That's right, she successfully went from being the personal secretary-general to the deputy minister.

This is already the most prestigious position besides that of a minister.

Before leaving, Fudge held her hand and solemnly promised her:

If she can find something to use against Dumbledore and Stark and expel them from Hogwarts, she can take another step forward.

Remove the word "Deputy" and it becomes "Minister"!

Of course, that's five years from now.

A five-year promise.

She was only one step away from the highest position of power in the United Kingdom Wizarding World!

It's not that Umbridge is getting arrogant; she's genuinely already considering becoming a rival to the minister.

This is definitely not an easy task, after all, the enemy is Dumbledore and Stark.

Two legendary men.

This is also the reason for Umbridge's concern.

Dumbledore goes without saying, he was the most hated person during my school days!

Umbridge still remembered that year, that late night, in the Headmaster's Office, when it was just her and Dumbledore.

She was only fourteen years old then... like a wild lily budding, so innocent and kind.

But Dumbledore hurt her, deeply!

From then on, she slowly turned evil...

Yes, Dumbledore did something terrible to her:

She coldly rejected her requests to become Slytherin Prefect and head of the student council.

Dumbledore actually refused!!

Umbridge held a grudge deep in her heart.

The hatred between them and the Stark is even greater... whether it was being kicked out of the Auror Office back then or being imprisoned last time.

If we were to go into detail, it would probably take three days and three nights to finish.

However, she will expel both of them from Hogwarts sooner or later.

"Where's Professor Dumbledore?" Umbridge asked cautiously, her voice sweet and coquettish. "Doesn't he usually eat breakfast at school?"

According to intelligence, Dumbledore has been frequently absent from school recently, which may indicate that he is restarting the Order of the Phoenix.

This is also one of the tasks that Umbridge is tasked with investigating:

Investigate Dumbledore is doing.

"The principal is busy," Professor McGonagall replied cautiously.

"You know, the international wizarding investigators have recently arrived, and as the president, he'll definitely have to assign tasks!"

"But the school's work is also very important; no wonder Hogwarts is getting worse year by year, and the educational level has been declining..."

Umbridge was picking at the flaws.

"That's not entirely accurate," Professor McGonagall said coolly, adjusting her glasses.

"This year's OWL pass rate is the highest in five years."

Furthermore, in the International Confederation of Wizards's educational assessment in July, Hogwarts rose three places.

Far superior to Beauxbatons and Durmstrang!

Professor McGonagall's statement is indeed true, but discussing results without considering reality is simply being irresponsible.

The rise in OWL pass rates is attributed to William's Akali's Intensive Class.

Hermione's improved ranking in the education assessment was due to her winning the Triwizard Tournament.

If we exclude these two things, Hogwarts ' ranking would probably drop even further.

However, Umbridge was unaware of the inside story, so presenting her with data was more than enough to refute her.

Umbridge looked visibly annoyed by the rebuke, while Snape chuckled smugly.

He was the one who hated Umbridge the most.

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Because this woman stole his position Defense Against the Dark Arts Professor.

It was me, it was me first, I was the one who came first... Whether it's becoming a professor, applying for this position, or just my preference for Defence Against Dark Magic.

Professor Snape also heard that Umbridge wanted to take over as Slytherin Head of House.

Why don't you take McGonagall's position as vice-principal or Dumbledore's position as headmaster?

He focused on stroking the head of a snake.

Professor Flitwick was secretly pleased as well.

Umbridge, that guy, even passed a bill two years ago specifically targeting Half-blood individuals.

Did that Half-blood Goblin eat your black bread?

With her years of political acumen, Umbridge instinctively sensed that her colleagues were not very welcoming of her.

They've come with ill intentions!

Snape: You are the one who came here!

Flitwick: Get out of here!

Umbridge looked around and, seeing that most of the students had arrived, cleared his throat and stood up.

The young wizards all put down their newspapers and looked up at the new professor.

"Hello, students!" Professor Umbridge said with a forced smile, and began his performance.

"Well, I must say, it's wonderful to be back at Hogwarts!" she grinned, revealing her sharp teeth.

"It's so nice to see these happy little faces looking at me!"

Umbridge's voice was high-pitched and shrill, with a breathy quality, like a little girl's voice.

If you ignore her face, you could fool a bunch of innocent young boys just by her voice.

But combined with her appearance and clothing, it was truly unsettling.

Several more students who were drinking Pumpkin Juice couldn't help but spit it out.

I eagerly hope to get to know everyone soon, and I believe we will become very good friends!

You can also tell me your innermost thoughts in private.

Whether it's studying, living, or even future career planning...

"Just a reminder," Umbridge's smile was like a blooming chrysanthemum:

"As the Vice Minister of Ministry of Magic, I can certainly help outstanding students who want to advance in the Ministry."

The young wizards whispered among themselves, clearly not expecting that this new professor had such an important background.

So what she said was actually quite appealing.

I'm actually not much older than you all, I'm roughly the same age as you. Just think of me as a close older sister!

Several more students started vomiting... Don't you even look in the mirror? Look at the wrinkles around your eyes.

She's old enough to be a grandmother, why is she pretending to be so young!

"I'll be good friends with her, as long as I don't have to borrow her leopard-print coat."

Parvati whispered to Lavender, and the two of them chuckled silently.

"Is there any room for this design to be lowered?" Qiu chuckled softly.

Luna looked up and observed for a while, then said seriously:

"Maybe I can get one for my Loony too."

The orange cat in Luna's arms stood on end upon hearing those words.

Umbridge continued rambling on, showing no sign of stopping.

Professor McGonagall pursed her lips tightly; it was the first time she had ever seen her teacher so restless so early in the morning.

Professor Sprout's eyebrows were practically sticking up into her flowing hair; she also had several darlings who didn't have any dragon dung.

Snape's face turned even more ashen as he recalled the Potions he had brewed in the cauldron before leaving.

"How long is she going to talk...?" Hermione asked, yawning.

"We might have to talk about class," William said softly, raising his wand. "Let's go!"

A row of Dungbomb suddenly rose into the air, like royal salutes, and were thrown towards Umbridge.

Umbridge was stunned; he didn't recognize Dungbomb at all.

But the students, being experienced, had already run out of the Great Hall.

Bang bang bang!

A cracking sound rang out, and a stench so strong it was almost lethal enveloped Umbridge.

She screamed and quickly covered her nose.

Turning my head again, I saw all the faculty and staff desks...

There aren't any teachers left!

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