Chapter 102 I'm in Hell!

When William and Cedric arrived in the auditorium, everyone was already seated.

In the end, Professor Flitwick did not find the pumpkin, so he picked up some pebbles, turned them into jack-o-lanterns, and hung them in the auditorium perfunctorily. First release https://(www) https://m/.x81zw./com/

There was also a group of fluttering big-mouthed bats, as well as many water-spraying ugly fish, placed in the corridor.

Everyone noticed that Umbridge was not present at the staff desk.

But this is also a common thing. Recently, she has always been injured and often does not eat in the auditorium.

Dumbledore didn't care, or rather, he didn't bother to look for it, and just announced the official start of the Halloween dinner.

The food is exquisite and the show is fun.

In Umbridge's absence, the students worked harder.

Dumbledore also took the opportunity to tell jokes that he had treasured for more than fifty years.

But after listening to it, no one laughed, and they all felt as cold as the Atlantic cold snap.

When jokes aren't funny, they're so funny.

Professor Flitwick is indeed a good man. Seeing that he was in the cold, he kept laughing and giving the principal a face.

In Hagrid's absence, he took on the role of Dumbledore.

However, he was thinking in his heart that one day he would go to Trelawney and ask:

When did he count her as a marriage?

Everything about the divination class in the morning was spread.

In order to prove her divination ability, Trelawney insisted that Flitwick had asked her to divination marriage many times.

Now it's rumored in the school that Flitwick likes Trelawney, so he will harass people over and over again!

Professor McGonagall was delighted. Umbridge was away, and his mood was relieved.

She held up her glass and Professor Sprout and took a few more sips.

The most unhappy one was Professor Snape.

He deliberately brewed a potion, preparing to give Umbridge some medicine like he did with Lockhart that year.

Everything is ready, who knew she wasn't here tonight!

Everyone has their own thoughts, but they are happy.

The dinner ended with an entertainment program provided by The Ghost of Hogwarts.

Ghosts pop up from walls and tables for a sort of parade glide;

The ghosts were still swinging, dancing a death waltz to the terrifying trembling sound of the musical saw.

Nick also performed the process where he almost lost his head, and the atmosphere of the underworld became quite strong.

After the dinner, the students walked upstairs under the leadership of the prefect.

The only pity is that nothing happened this Halloween.

Alas, the traditions are lost, which is sad.

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Umbridge woke up from his coma and patted his drowsy head.

where am i?

What happened?

She sat up, looked around, and found herself in the toilet cubicle with the toilet under her butt.

Did you suddenly faint when you went to the toilet?

Umbridge closed his eyes and racked his brains to remember what had happened.

Memories are slowly forming,

She remembered:

Recently, she was courting Peeves to make him her spy.

Tonight, Peeves brought her to catch Stark, but was knocked unconscious as soon as she entered the bathroom.

Been tricked by Peeves?

Umbridge's eyes are cold, and sooner or later he will drive out Peeves too!

She pushed on the compartment door, only to find that it was locked. I touched my pocket again, but I couldn't find a wand either!

Sitting on the toilet lid in the bathroom, Umbridge began to think about how to get out.

Without the wand, the door is locked again, and the school cannot Apparate...

"Calm down, calm down, don't panic!" Umbridge took a deep breath and shouted suddenly:

"Help me!!"

"Hee hee~"

Laughter came from mid-air.

"If I were you, I wouldn't call it that."

"Meg? Is that you? You kidnapped me?!"

Umbridge looked up suddenly, but did not see Professor McGonagall, but a female ghost.

Myrtle crossed Erlang's legs and sat at the top of a wooden door with a smile on her lips.

"Few students come in here, and they are all having a Halloween dinner tonight... Even if you scream, no one will come to save you."

"Myrtle!" said Umbridge hastily. "Go and find Dumbledore for me..."

Hearing this, tears suddenly burst into Myrtle's eyes.

"Heartless!" she muttered, fumbling in her robe for a handkerchief.

"They're all having dinner, and you asked me to find Dumbledore!" she screamed, loud and harsh.

"Knowing that I can't...knowing that I...haven't eaten for a long time..."

She buried her face in the handkerchief and blew her nose loudly.

"Okay! Hurry up, or I'll kick you out too!" Umbridge growled impatiently.

"You actually yelled at me? You actually yelled at me!"

Instead, Myrtle stopped crying and stared at Umbridge in disgust with a mischievous smile.

"You can actually get out of the toilet, and the pipes below lead to Black Lake.

I also go to the lake sometimes... someone flushes my toilet when I'm unprepared..."

Umbridge felt sick only, restraining herself from thinking about the myrtle rushing down the drain and into the lake with the filth of the toilet.

She has a cleanliness! !

Never allow this kind of thing to happen to yourself!

Umbridge would rather die!

"I don't want to... Hee hee, then you have to be careful." Myrtle laughed:

"The game begins!"

Myrtle thumped and got into the toilet, spraying a spray that splashed on Umbridge's robes.

She hurriedly threw her coat on the ground, not even wanting to touch it.

This is not the way... save yourself!

Umbridge stood with his legs on the toilet, jumped hard, and grabbed the top of the wooden door with both hands.

But she wasn't strong enough, like a piece of shit, couldn't even do a pull-up.

She hung from the door like a large toad with outstretched arms, hanging there.

Goooooooooooooooooooo~

A strange bubbling sound rang out, accompanied by a stinky smell.

Umbridge looked down vigilantly, his heart skipped a beat, and he wanted to die.

Yellow-brown liquid poured out of the toilet. At first, the water flow was only the size of a thumb. After a few seconds, the water was turbulent and tumbling like boiling water.

呲!

A large viscous paste-like object mixed with yellow water, like a fountain, rushed out of the pit.

Spray evenly on the floor and wall of the toilet...

And on Umbridge.

She was stunned for about thirty seconds. The toilet seemed to be running on a timer, and she also sprayed thirty times.

She was surrounded by feces like this, with a bit of artistic flair.

On her face, there was still a thick layer of sticky substance like a homemade mask.

The whole body is even more wet, and the tan and bright red are mixed together, giving the feeling...

just like……

like……

A large pot of spoiled tomato egg soup was poured on him from a height. Spoiled yellow frangipani, and fresh red crushed tomatoes, sputtered all over the place.

She sticks out her tongue,

licked.

astringent,

Still a little bitter...

Whoa whoa whoa!

The ground suddenly trembled, and there was a thump, thump, thump under his feet.

This is obviously the sound of a septic tank bursting!

The excrement of teachers and students in the whole school, whether it is fermented or not, goes up the water pipe all the way upstream.

They sprayed out of the toilet.

Dense and rapid, like a magma eruption.

That scene was like a heavy Maxim machine gun, firing indiscriminately, with a destructive momentum, drilling into Umbridge's nose and mouth.

I am in hell!

Umbridge thought.

At the same time, she also understood why Peeves asked if he could swim before he left.

She needs to be in the cesspool... breaststroke!

At this moment, Umbridge suddenly calmed down.

She thought a lot and understood a lot. It's like suddenly seeing through life, through life and death.

In these short five minutes, she grew fifty years old.

"If there is some suffering, someone must bear it, why can't it be me."

Umbridge said this wise saying with "Baba" in his mouth

In an instant, her whole person was sublimated!

Wait... Umbridge doesn't want to sublime anymore.

Because, she heard the opening of the auditorium, and heard hundreds of footsteps. The students were walking up the stairs step by step.

Also with laughter.

The joys and sorrows of human beings are not connected, and Umbridge only thinks that they are noisy.

The most important thing is that Myrtle and Peeves will definitely lead them over.

Those dear students, what would they think of her when they saw that she was covered in shit?

Do you think she is a little stupid, a little demented, like a dog?

Will someone tell the big boy at Hufflepuff about this?

Then, he never had the chance to like her again?

For a moment, many things have been forgotten... The past is like smoke, drifting away with the wind.

Umbridge felt only,

now,

Very melancholy.

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