Chapter 92 The Visitor Is Not Good!

Umbridge came, one morning, with the Master's (mis)minister mission.

When William saw her, he was drinking fresh unicorn milk.

It's not just him who wants to vomit, many students do.

Umbridge had short curly taupe hair with a very ugly big pink bow.

Outside the robe, he also wears a leopard print jacket and a small pink hood, a bit like "grandmother wolf".

Oh, the damn temperament!

It's really hard to grasp... It's just a glance at it, it will make people unable to help sinking.

Umbridge's face was a little stiff. This is her startling makeup. Didn't she quietly surprise the time?

Her eyes were dark, her eyes wandered through the crowd, and she suddenly saw Stark and Granger.

Seeing the two again, Umbridge was in a complicated mood. He had to describe it as:

And angry and sad and ecstatic.

Ecstasy... so understandable.

After that trial, even though he was imprisoned for a month, he also got a blessing in disguise and was promoted.

That's right, she successfully changed from being a secretary-general to a deputy minister.

This is already the most prominent position other than ministers.

When he came, Fudge still held her hand and solemnly promised her:

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Remove the word 'vice' and become a minister!

Of course, five years later.

About five years.

She is only one step away from the highest position of power in the British magic world!

It's not that Umbridge is inflated, she's really already thinking about becoming a minister later on.

This is definitely not easy to do, after all, the enemy is Dumbledore and Stark.

Two legendary men.

That's why Umbridge is worried.

Needless to say, Dumbledore was the most hated person in his student days!

Umbridge still remembered that year, late at night, in the headmaster's office, with only her and Dumbledore.

At that time, she was only fourteen years old... Like a wild lily in bud, she was so simple and kind.

However, Dumbledore hurt her, deeply!

Since then, she has slowly turned black...

That's right, Dumbledore did something bad to her:

Grimly refused, she wanted to be Slytherin prefect and head of the Girls' Guild.

Dumbledore actually refused! !

Umbridge has always held a grudge in his heart.

The hatred with Stark, that's even more... Whether it was being kicked out of the Auror's office that year, or being imprisoned last time.

If I really want to talk about it in detail, I am afraid that I can't finish it for three days and three nights.

Sooner or later, though, both of them would be kicked out of Hogwarts by her.

"Where's Professor Dumbledore?" Umbridge snorted, carefully inquiring: "Does he usually not eat breakfast at school?"

According to the intelligence, Dumbledore has been out of school a lot recently, and it is likely that he is restarting the Order of the Phoenix.

This is also one of the tasks that Umbridge will investigate:

Investigate what Dumbledore is doing.

"The principal has something to do." Professor McGonagall replied vigilantly:

"You know, the investigator of the international wizard has arrived recently. As the president, he must arrange work!"

"But school work is also important, no wonder Hogwarts is getting worse year by year and education levels have been declining..."

Umbridge picked the thorns.

"It's not accurate to say that." Professor McGonagall adjusted her glasses and said indifferently:

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

Also, in July's International Federation Educational Assessment, Hogwarts rose three places.

Far above Beauxbatons and Durmstrang! "

Professor McGonagall is indeed telling the truth, but to talk about the results away from reality is to play hooligans.

The OWL pass rate has risen, and it was William who ran the Akali sprint class;

The improvement in the ranking of the education evaluation is due to Hermione winning the championship of the Triwizard Tournament.

If these two things are excluded, the ranking of Hogwarts will probably drop.

But Umbridge didn't know the inside story, and it was more than enough to smash her face with data.

Umbridge looked ugly, and Snape snickered in schadenfreude.ァ新ヤ~⑧~1~中文网ωωω.χ~⒏~1zщ.còм

He was the one who hated Umbridge the most.

Because, this woman robbed him of his position as a professor of Defense Against the Dark Arts.

It's me, it's me first, it's obviously me who came first... Be a professor, apply for this position, or like Defense Against the Dark Arts.

Professor Snape had also heard that Umbridge wanted to take the Slytherin position.

Why don't you grab McGonagall's vice-headmaster, or Dumbledore's headmaster?

Staring at a snake head.

Professor Flitwick was also secretly happy.

Umbridge also introduced a bill the year before last, specifically targeting hybrid creatures.

Did the half-blood goblin eat your black bread?

With the political literacy he has developed over the years, Umbridge instinctively senses that her colleagues are not very welcome.

The visitor is not good!

(Snape: You are the one who came!

Flitwick: Get out of here! )

Umbridge looked around and felt that the students were almost there, so he cleared his throat and stood up.

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

"Hello, classmates!" Professor Umbridge said with a smirk, and began his performance.

"Well, I must say, it's great to be back at Hogwarts!" She grinned, revealing the sharp teeth in her mouth.

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

Umbridge's voice was high and high-pitched, like a little girl's voice.

If you don't look at your face, you can use your voice to deceive a wave of innocent boys.

But with her looks and dress, it's really uncomfortable.

A few more students who were drinking pumpkin juice couldn't help but vomit.

"I desperately hope to get to know you as soon as possible, and I believe that we will become very good friends!

If you have anything in your heart, you can also tell me privately.

Whether it's study, life, or even future career planning..."

"Reminder," Umbridge said with a smile on his face, like a blooming chrysanthemum:

"I'm the Deputy Minister for Magic, and I'm sure I can help those outstanding students who want to develop in the Ministry."

The little wizards all muttered to each other, obviously not expecting the new professor's background to be so big.

So her words are really attractive.

"Actually, I'm only a few years older than you, and I'm barely the same age as you all. Just treat me as a big sister!"

A few more students vomited... You don't look in the mirror, just look at the crow's feet on your face.

A person who can be a grandma, what kind of tenderness are you pretending to be here!

"I'll be good friends with her, just don't let me borrow her leopard coat."

Parvati whispered to Lavender, and they both laughed silently.

"Is there still room for this shape to fall?" Qiu whispered.

Luna looked up for a while and said seriously:

"I might be able to get one for my crazy girl too."

The orange cat in Luna's arms exploded upon hearing this.

Umbridge was still chattering and didn't seem to want to stop.

Professor McGonagall pursed her lips tightly. It was the first time she saw a teacher who was uneasy in the morning.

Professor Sprout's eyebrows almost jumped into her fluttering hair, and she still has several cuties without dragon dung.

Snape's face was even more sallow, and he remembered the treasured potion that had been brewed in the cauldron before leaving.

"When is she going to..." Hermione asked, yawning.

"Maybe I have to talk about class." William raised his wand and said softly. "Walk!"

A row of big dung eggs suddenly lifted into the air, like a royal salute, and hurled towards Umbridge.

Umbridge was stunned, not recognizing Big Dung at all.

But the students, experienced and already running towards the outside of the auditorium.

Bang bang bang!

There was a crackling sound, and a stench that was lethally strong wrapped Umbridge.

She screamed and quickly covered her nose.

Turning to look again, on the entire staff table,

There is no teacher left!

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