Chapter 349 Umbridge Left

A smile flashed behind Dumbledore's half-moon glasses. He sat back behind the table and said briskly, "Now, Henry, what did you want to tell me at first?"

"Me? That's all those just now, sir - I've already said it." Anthony said with some confusion.

"So, do you have anything else to tell me?" Dumbledore said, "anything."

His gaze was so sharp and so gentle, as if he had already known everything.

Anthony felt that he was expecting a good topic, perhaps it was undead magic, or perhaps it was Anthony himself. Perhaps as a powerful wizard, Dumbledore noticed something happened after Umbridge put his hand on Anthony's shoulder. Perhaps all of this is the same topic.

But he didn't want to talk about this with Dumbledore. He didn't want to talk to Dumbledore about sour milk or fragrant apple pie, about the dam-breaking magic, about the screaming Kiro's soul, or about the cracked grave in some spring, the fallen neighbor . Not now. Not with Dumbledore, this living person. Maybe he can listen to the opinions of Barrow, the Blood Man, but how should he ask questions, if his questions cannot even be captured in words?

He looked around: the parchment was scattered on the table, the cushions on Umbridge's empty chair were still a little sunken, and the fire in the fire trembled and slowly extinguished. He suddenly felt a trance, as if all this was not true, it was just a shaking dream. Umbridge is leaving? Dumbledore stood up and said "get out" to her, so she left? Is that just it?

“There’s one thing, Professor Dumbledore.”

Dumbledore asked gently, "What is it, Henry?"

"Since Ms. Umbridge is leaving..." Anthony thought, "Can we distribute that empty office to Professor Lockhart for club activities? I miss the staff lounge a little."

"This requires Minerva's opinion, but unless someone has booked the room first, I can't see why she objected. What time is it?" Dumbledore stared at the cabinet next to him thoughtfully After watching the clock for a while, he turned around, "Ah, I think Dudu must have helped Dolores pack all his luggage and transported it outside the gate. If you walk fast enough, Henry, you should be able to stay here Find Minerva at the door of the Transformation Classroom and tell her your proposal.”

...

"What?" said Professor McGonagall.

She stood at the classroom door, staring at Anthony with a tense face. Several lower-grade Hufflepuff students shrank their necks and quickly left the classroom by pressing against the wall beside them. They walked away and looked back frequently.

"Yes, Professor Dumbledore said her office should be empty now," Anthony smiled.

Professor McGonagall asked slowly, “Now?”

"How are you okay, Minerva?" Anthony asked with concern. "Why do you look like you're angry?"

"Why do I look angry?" Professor McGonagall raised his eyebrows and repeated his question in a weird tone. "No, I'm so happy, of course I'm so happy. I've been telling me for months. Dumbledore, he couldn't let Umbridge point fingers and act like a sensation in school. I told him that Umbridge has been interfering with our class, deducting college points randomly, and is determined to attack him. proof, but every time - every time - the answer I got is not something Azkaban, Pete, mysterious man, Ministry of Magic, etc., just 'not yet time' or I'm not omnipotent, Minerva's kind of perfunctory responsibility! Sometimes, he simply disappears! "

Anthony was startled by her sudden anger and looked around quickly. Fortunately, all the students have gone far. Several ghosts came over the wall with laughter and chatted and wandered over the wall, met them, closed their mouths, and went back through the wall with tactful sensibility.

"I told him that it would be no good for us to keep Umbridge in school - no for students, no for professors, no for this castle. But he insisted that this could help students understand the current operation of the Ministry of Magic. Mechanism and let them learn how to deal with such guys. Look now! Look at the Muggle students in the fifth and seventh grades! Do we want them to seek jobs with such unfair grades?”

Just then, he heard a muffled sound, and the windows of the transforming arts classroom seemed to shake.

Professor McGonagall turned his head suddenly and walked into the classroom quickly. Anthony followed her, walked through the desk and chair, passed the blackboard with complex maps, and was almost hit by a sudden pop-up cabinet drawer. Professor McGonagall shook his wand without looking back, and just now The rabbit with buttoned eyes that poked out his head turned back into a velvet pillow and stuffed it back into the drawer - Dong! Another dull sound. Professor McGonagall opened the window and poked his head out. Anthony heard a faint, chattering laughter.

"Jordan!" Professor McGonagall shouted sternly, "Jordan, come here!"

Lee Jordan seemed to hesitate whether to pretend not to hear, but he eventually turned around and walked reluctantly to the window.

"What's wrong, Professor McGonagall?"

Dong!

Professor McGonagall stared at him, “Where are you running—and, what is on your head?”

"What?" Jordan scratched his face, "Uh, I have a little stomachache..." He was wearing a hat that seemed to be made of dragon feces, mixed with some dry and fine grass stems.

Dong!

"Jordan!"

Jordan said quickly: "But I heard that Umbridge's things were thrown outside the door! She wanted to transport them back, but Pipi Gu was guarding the door. Once she threw them back, she was thrown back and was beaten by Pipi Gu. Pick it up! She is competing for the suitcase with Pipi Ghost! "He looked at Professor McGonagall with anticipation, "Can I go and take a look? Just take a look."

"Just just look," said Professor McGonagall. "And, get rid of the ridiculous thing on your head!" But after she finished the first half, Jordan was already running away happily.

Professor McGonagall stood in front of the window for a while and breathed a long sigh. "Okay, Abusi waved his wand, and puff, she disappeared." She shook her head.

Dong!

"So," Anthony said, "can we go and take a look, Minerva?"

...

The first thing they heard when they arrived at the gate was: "She hid a toilet in the office!"

"Shut up!" Umbridge screamed. Several outrageously large suitcases were stacked together, floating beside her, but three were still in the hands of Pipi Ghost. Pipi Ghost sat cross-legged in the air, with an open box on his knees.

"Umbridge, Umbridge, you're such a lazy girl." Pipi Ghost giggled and threw a white and translucent porcelain toilet and two other boxes in the air. "Put the toilet. No wonder I smelled a little on the edge of the bed.”

"I said shut up!" Umbridge shouted angrily, "That is - that is a suspicious magic item, and it is still under inspection! It is still the property of the Ministry of Magic! Return it to me, you damn it Ghost! "She fired a spell at Pipi Ghost, but she penetrated straight through his body, hitting her spread suitcase, and bounced back to the ground, causing a while between the onlookers Exclaimed.

"The toilet is flying!" Umbridge shouted. Her spell caused another burst of laughter among the students.

Pipi Ghost grabbed the edge of the toilet and was irritated by her.

"Oh oh oh, lazy girl is angry! lazy girl wants her toilet!"

He let the remaining two suitcases hit the ground heavily, laughed strangely, and threw the toilet at her. Umbridge held up his wand and waved it a few times, but he didn't hit the toilet that was flying in. He had to slam the oak door in a hurry, and he hid in the door skillfully amid the students' laughter. Back - dong, the toilet hit the solid door.

The strength of Pipi Ghost throwing was so strong that Anthony felt the ground under his feet tremble. The loud noise echoed under the high roof. Anthony was a little surprised at the quality of the toilet, it didn't break.

"Pipi Ghost!" Felchi rushed over with anger and held up the broom. He looked at Umbridge outside the door, then at the pippi ghost on his head, the flesh on his face trembled, and shouted fiercely to the students around him, "Get out of the way, let go of me!" ! ”

"Haha, Felch!" Pipi Ghost's eyes lit up. "Pippi Ghost, my heart is the best. I will help you clean the castle." He lowered his head, turned out an ink bottle from the box, and shook it. , and twisted the bottle cap again, but before opening it, he made a face and searched through the box again. All kinds of things fell down like rain, parchment paper, quill pen, seal-Umbridge shouted in horror, summoning the seal into his hand, Pipi Ghost was only burying his head in his suitcase Treasure hunting, ignored her - eventually, Pipi Ghost found a weird metal product.

"Barabor's Herbal Hoe!" Professor Sprout whispered. She came behind Anthony and Professor McGonagall at some point and watched from a distance from the corner.

Pipi Ghost took the herb hoe and knocked on the ink bottle cap (Professor Sprout took a sigh of regret), and opened the bottle cap. He pouted and blew it, and black ink beads floated all over the sky. The students screamed and dodged one after another. Felch cursed, and Pipi Ghost giggled happily and turned around several times. He rushed into Umbridge's spreading suitcase, pulled out the things one by one, and threw them away. It's everywhere: broken statues, complete sets of jewelry, two or three weird, screaming snuff boxes, a few crystal balls filled with smoke, a wooden wedge with tan stains at the tip, a broken book The old ragged book, a large roll of blood-red parchment... Sometimes, he also aimed specifically at Felch's forehead and watched him hiding from Tibet with angrily.

"Oh, Argus..." Professor Sprout said unbearably and took out his wand.

However, just as Pipi Ghost was about to pull out a long black silver-edged box, the suitcase suddenly closed and then locked it.

"The farce time is over, Pipi," Umbridge said breathlessly, holding his wand. Taking advantage of the fact that Pipi was making a fuss, she seized the opportunity to summon the other boxes to her side.

Pipi Ghost found that the two boxes that were originally beside him were gone, and made a sound of frustration and dissatisfaction. He rushed to the ground and slammed out the things thrown out along with the gravels and dead leaves on the steps at the door. Things like dead bugs were rolled up and threw them towards Umbridge in a mess. Professor Sprout quietly kept the herb hoe.

"Storage quickly!" Umbridge shouted, opening one of the boxes regardless of neglectingly and sucking all these things in.

"Add this, Pipi Ghost!" Jordan shouted, took off his hat and threw it at Pipi Ghost. Pipi Ghost looked at it with his nose and suddenly smiled maliciously, with a sly light flashing in his eyes, crushing the hat - a foul stinking out - and throwing it at Umbridge, who showed his anger. Swish, the dragon feces were also sucked into Umbridge's suitcase.

Jordan jumped up happily: "Look, Fred, George! I knew! I knew this thing would always be useful!"

The Weasley twins slammed him and took out their wand with great pleasure.

"Hey, George, make a bet?" Fred said, staring at Umbridge's suitcase.

"Okay, I'll bet on the pink one."

"I bet this is it." Fred raised his wand and "hissed her!"

The box that was sucking all kinds of things suddenly swelled up, as if I had eaten too much of what I shouldn't have eaten - twice as big, three times as big - bang! Dozens of colorful things slid out of the mouth of the wide open suitcase, climbed up along her ankles in anger, entangled her, almost submerged her. Umbridge reached out to push them away from his eyes, and finally turned around in a daze and landed on the stone steps.

Amid the laughter of the students, Professor McGonagall frowned, sighed with some concern, and pulled out his wand: "Let's relax!"

The old Rogers serpents grew bigger and hugged Umbridge even more happily. "Oh! The spell defined in advance - the effect transfer effect! Very wonderful!" Professor Flevy jumped behind them and looked at the scene at the door, "This must be the work of Mr. Emory Xin! He at least looked for it. I've asked for more than a dozen books about this! It's so wonderful! —I'm sorry, Minerva."

"The spell is wrong, Minerva," Anthony said, lifting his wand, "hissing her."

Roger's old snake scattered like a flowing water, revealing Umbridge's pale face, which was shocked and angry. The Weasley twins turned their heads in surprise and looked at their classmates until they met the professors standing in the corner (especially Professor McGonagall who was staring at them) before they shrank their heads back.

No mistakes, one song, one content, one in 6, one book, one bar, one reading!

"Don't deduct points, Minerva," Professor Flevy said sharply, reaching out and patting Professor McGonagall in the arm, "It's just some magic class practice homework, and they did it well."

A proud smile flashed across Professor McGonagall's face and then said, "And Lee Jordan..."

"That's the herbal lesson," Professor Sprout said briskly, turning his head, "Oh my God! Albus, Severus, you scared me! When did you come?"

"Not long." Dumbledore smiled and nodded to the professors who turned their heads, then pushed them away and walked to the center of the crowd. Seeing his figure, the furious Umbridge seemed to calm down. The students also restrained their smiles on their faces and stared at him. Even the Pipi ghost disappeared silently after he glanced at him.

"Say hello to Connelly for me, Dolores." Dumbledore said lightly, bowing slightly to Umbridge, "I hope Hogwarts has left you with good things during your investigation. Impression. Hogwarts Castle is ready to open to the next senior investigator’s investigation.”

Umbridge was covered in dust and stared at him for a while, and a smile barely squeezed out on his face: "Of course, Dumbledore. I'm sorry we're going to say goodbye. Thank you for your help in the investigation. ”

"Let me send you to Hogsmeade, Dolores," Dumbledore said politely, walking to Umbridge and holding several suitcases floating in the air for her. Walk slowly down the steps and walk towards the opposite shore of the Black Lake.

...

No matter how the professors persuade or order them, the students just wander near the gate and are unwilling to leave. Everyone's eyes were so excited that their cheeks were flushed, their cheeks were red, and they whispered to their companions, or talked to their belated classmates, and burst into laughter from time to time.

In the end, the professors didn't want to worry about them anymore. Except for looking at Felch at the door sadly, all the faculty and staff were very happy. Professor Trelawney came late and announced that she knew it would happen, so when Umbridge threatened to fire her, she was not panicked, but was just indignant of this disrespectful attitude of prophets. Professor McGonagall was tolerant and did not comment.

After a while, Dumbledore's tall and thin figure appeared at the gate again. The students who were wandering around the door suddenly stopped and watched him shut the door behind him without moving. There was no suitcase, no short, fat, bow-like person.

"You reminded me of Fox." Dumbledore stopped halfway and smiled gently at the student closest to him. "That's how it looked at me when I forgot to bring food to it. I just now Have you promised to bring any candy from Honey Duke?”

"No-no, Professor Dumbledore." The student's face turned red with excitement. He stammered for a long time, but did not say the second sentence.

"Professor Dumbledore?" Harry took a breath and said.

Dumbledore turned his head and said, "What's wrong, Harry?"

"I want to ask--if I could know--Umbridge-had she left?"

Everyone was waiting for Dumbledore's answer with breath.

"Ms. Umbridge, Harry," Dumbledore said. "Yes, the term of the senior investigative officer is over. She is gone, and I guess I won't come back."

The students looked at each other. Immediately afterwards, a huge cheer burst out.

"She's gone! She's gone! She's gone!" The Weasley twins shouted, knocking the armor beside them, "She will never come back!"

"We should hold a celebration!" someone else shouted, "Cake! Ice cream! Pumpkin juice!"

"Go and take a shower, Jordan!"

"Does anyone want a chocolate frog?"

"Wait, she has confiscated my entire set of "The Complete Collection of Funny Pranks and Curses"!"

"She's gone! She's gone! Never come back!"

Felch said listlessly: "The only person who knows how to treat students correctly has left..."

"That's my old Roger snake! Can I get it back?"

"She's gone! She's gone! She's gone!" Jordan shouted, wrapping several Roger old snakes around his neck and running around the hall.

"It's crazy," Professor McGonagall said with a frown.

"We're going to tell the Elf this good news," Professor Flevy said happily. "Are you going to come together, Minerva? It's worth a great dinner today!"

"Of course," said Professor McGonagall. "Pomona? Henry? Severus?"

"Not now. I'm going to write a letter to tell Balabo that her herbal hoe is here." Professor Sprout said with a smile.

Anthony laughed, “And let her send the best herbal tea.”

Professor Sprout agreed: “There are the best barbecue firewood.”

"I'm not very interested in mingling with a sane parade," Snape said coldly. "If you'd rather be with chaos, noise and stupid words, please do whatever you want."

"Relax, Severus," advised Professor Flevy, "at least today is a happy day."

Bang! The oak door was suddenly pushed open again. Everyone looked at the door vigilantly.

"Oh my God, I just learned that I have won the Most Charming Smile Award again. Have you started celebrating for me?" Lockhart said, "Of course, I won the Most Charming Smile Award of the Witcher Weekly six times--This sounds like this It's really not easy to get up! But I won't take this award too seriously..."

His words were drowned in greater cheers and laughter.