I'm in Hell!
When William and Cedric arrived at the Great Hall, everyone had already taken their seats.
Professor Flitwick never found a pumpkin, so he collected some pebbles, turned them into a jack-o'-lantern, and hung it perfunctorily in the Great Hall.
A group of Golbat fluttering their wings, and many Feebas that spray water, were placed in the corridor.
Everyone noticed that Umbridge was not present at the faculty desk.
But this is a common occurrence; she's been getting injured a lot lately and often doesn't eat in the Great Hall.
Dumbledore didn't care, or rather, he was too lazy to look for it, and directly announced the start of the Halloween Feast.
The food was exquisite, and the performance was entertaining.
With Umbridge gone, the students ate with even more energy.
Dumbledore even took the opportunity to tell a joke he had kept for over fifty years.
But after listening, no one laughed; everyone felt as cold as the Atlantic Ocean's cold current.
When jokes aren't funny anymore, that's when it's really funny.
Professor Flitwick, true to his reputation as a nice guy, kept awkwardly laughing as he saw the atmosphere getting awkward, giving the principal some face.
With Hagrid absent, he took on the role of Dumbledore's straight man.
However, he was already planning to find Trelawney one day and ask her about it:
When did he consult her about his marriage prospects?
The news about the Divination this morning has spread far and wide.
To prove her Divination skills, Trelawney insisted that Flitwick had consulted her multiple times about his marriage Divination.
Rumors are circulating at school that Flitwick is in love with Trelawney, which is why he keeps harassing her!
Professor McGonagall was quite pleased. With Umbridge gone, she felt much better.
She raised her glass to Professor Sprout and took a few more sips of wine.
The most unhappy person was Professor Snape.
He specially brewed Potions, intending to drug Umbridge just like he had done with Lockhart that year.
Everything was ready, but then she didn't come tonight!
Everyone had their own thoughts, yet the atmosphere was harmonious and pleasant.
The dinner concluded with entertainment provided by the ghosts of Hogwarts.
The ghosts suddenly appeared from the walls and tables, gliding in formation;
The ghosts continued to swing back and forth, dancing a death waltz to the terrifying, trembling sound of the saw.
Nicolas also performed the scene where he almost lost his head, creating a strong sense of the underworld.
After the dinner, the students, led by their Prefect, headed upstairs.
The only regrettable thing is that nothing bad happened this Halloween.
Alas, traditions have been lost; it's heartbreaking.
Umbridge awoke from her coma, rubbing her groggy head.
Where am I?
What happened?
She sat up, looked around, and realized she was in a toilet stall with the toilet seat under her.
Did he suddenly faint while using the toilet?
Umbridge closed his eyes, racking his brains to recall what had happened.
As her memory slowly took shape, she remembered:
Recently, she's been trying to win over Peeves, hoping to make him her spy.
Tonight, Peeves brought her to capture Stark, but she was knocked unconscious as soon as she entered the bathroom.
Were you fooled by Peeves?
Umbridge's eyes turned cold; he'd kick Peeves out sooner or later!
She pushed the door to the cubicle, only to find it locked. She checked her pockets, but couldn't find her wand!
Sitting on the toilet seat in the bathroom, Umbridge began to think about how to get out.
Without a wand, the doors are locked, and the school can't Apparition...
"Calm down, calm down, don't panic!" Umbridge took a deep breath and suddenly shouted in a broken voice:
"Help!!"
Hehe~
Laughter came from mid-air.
"If I were you, I wouldn't call you that."
"McGonagall? Is that you? You kidnapped me?!"
Umbridge looked up sharply, but instead of Professor McGonagall, she saw a female ghost.
Moaning Myrtle sat atop a wooden door with her legs crossed, a smile playing on her lips.
"Few students come in here, and tonight everyone's having Halloween Feast... Even if you scream your lungs out, no one will come to save you."
"Moaning Myrtle!" Umbridge exclaimed hastily, "Go find Dumbledore for me..."
Upon hearing this, tears suddenly welled up in Moaning Myrtle's eyes.
"Idiot!" she muttered, rummaging in her robe for a handkerchief.
"They're all having dinner, and you're telling me to go find Dumbledore!" she shrieked, her voice loud and shrill.
"Knowing I can't... knowing I... haven't eaten for such a long, long time..."
She buried her face in her handkerchief and blew her nose loudly.
"Alright! Hurry up and go, or I'll kick you out too!" Umbridge roared impatiently.
"You dare yell at me? You actually yelled at me!"
Moaning Myrtle stopped crying, stared at Umbridge with disgust, and gave a mischievous smile.
"You can actually crawl out of the toilet; the pipes underneath lead to Black Lake."
I sometimes go to the lake... and someone flushed my toilet when I wasn't looking...
Umbridge felt nauseous and tried to suppress the thought of Moaning Myrtle being flushed down the drain with the latrine filth and flowing into the lake.
She's a germaphobe!!
I absolutely will not allow this to happen to me!
Umbridge would rather die!
"You don't want to... hehe, then you'd better watch out." Moaning Myrtle laughed loudly.
"Let the game begin!"
Moaning Myrtle plopped into the toilet, spraying water onto Umbridge's robes.
She quickly threw her coat on the ground, not even wanting to touch it.
This isn't working... We have to save ourselves!
Umbridge stood on the toilet, jumped with all her might, and grabbed the top of the wooden door with both hands.
But she wasn't strong enough; she was like a useless person, unable to even do a single pull-up.
She hung on the door like a giant toad with outstretched arms.
Gulugulu glug~
A strange bubbling sound arose, accompanied by a foul odor.
Umbridge looked down warily, and was immediately terrified, feeling like he wanted to die.
A yellowish-brown liquid kept gushing out of the toilet. At first, the flow was only the size of a thumb, but after a few seconds, the water surged and boiled like boiling water.
Sizzle!
A large, viscous, paste-like substance, mixed with yellow water, gushed out of the pit like a fountain.
Spray evenly on the toilet floor and walls...
And on Umbridge.
She stood there stunned for about thirty seconds, and the toilet seemed to be ticking a timer, spraying thirty times in total.
She was surrounded by feces, yet it possessed a certain artistic quality.
Her face was covered with a thick layer of sticky substance, like a homemade face mask.
His entire body was soaked, and his skin was a mixture of yellowish-brown and bright red, giving him a...
It's like...
like...
A large bowl of spoiled tomato and egg soup was poured over me from a height. Spoiled yellow egg whites and fresh red tomato bits splattered everywhere.
She stuck out her tongue.
He licked it.
Astringent,
It's a bit bitter...
Ugh!
The ground suddenly trembled, and a thumping sound came from underfoot.
That's clearly the sound of a septic tank exploding!
All the excrement from the school's teachers and students, whether fermented or not, flows upstream along the water pipes.
They sprayed out of the toilet.
Dense and rapid, like an eruption of magma.
The scene resembled a heavy Maxim machine gun indiscriminately firing, its destructive force aimed directly at Umbridge's nose and mouth.
I'm in Inferno!
Umbridge thought to himself.
At the same time, she also understood why Peeves asked before leaving... if he could swim.
She needs to do the breaststroke in the cesspool!
At that moment, Umbridge suddenly calmed down.
She thought a lot and understood a lot. It was as if she had suddenly seen through life and death.
In those brief five minutes, she aged fifty years.
"If some suffering must be borne by someone, why can't it be me?"
Umbridge, with poop in his mouth, uttered this profound statement.
In an instant, she was elevated!
Wait... Umbridge doesn't want to elevate this anymore.
Because she heard the sound of the Great Hall doors opening, and the sound of hundreds of footsteps as students walked up the stairs.
It was accompanied by laughter and cheerful chatter.
Human joys and sorrows are not shared; Umbridge only found their noise bothersome.
Most importantly, Moaning Myrtle and Peeves will definitely lure them over.
What will those dear students think of her when they see her covered in excrement?
Would you think she's a bit silly, a bit senile, like a dog?
Will someone tell the big boy in Hufflepuff about this?
And then, he never had the chance to like her again?
In an instant, many things have become unclear... The past is like smoke, scattered by the wind.
Umbridge only felt,
At present,
Very depressed.
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