Chapter 1253

Phelps was full of joy and happiness now and didn't notice them at all.

Harry also noticed that there were several burnt black holes on Phelps's clothes.

Clearly, they were caused by Fred and George's firepower.

When they finally reached the platform downstairs, Harry and Darren both decided to stop being quiet.

Because at this moment, the platform downstairs was crowded with students, looking just like the day Umbridge wanted to drive Trelawney away.

The faculty members were also standing in the crowd. There were even ghosts.

They squeezed through and discovered that in the middle of everyone, there was a very deep swamp.

Umbridge's body was covered in Dungbombs.

Her Inquisitorial Squad members were the same.

Umbridge looked angrily at Fred and George and said: "You two, do you think it's funny to create a swamp in the school?"

Fred and George nodded with a look of death-defying resolve.

Peeves, hovering above their heads, showed an excited expression.

Phelps hurriedly handed the decree to Umbridge.

He said loudly: "Headmistress, I got it, I got this decree, we can use Dark Magic!"

Umbridge smiled.

Then she held up the parchment for everyone to see.

"Very good, Phelps, next you will see what the consequences are for causing trouble in my school!"

She raised her wand.

But Fred and George were already laughing loudly.

"George, I think we've grown up and don't need to accept this toad's education anymore!"

"That's right, let's leave!"

The two of them shouted at the same time: "Accio broomsticks!"

Two broomsticks rushed over.

They mounted the broomsticks.

They shouted loudly at Umbridge: "Goodbye, toad, do you know your mouth smells?"

"Oh my god, Fred, have you smelled it?"

"Then I might have to vomit!"

They mocked loudly.

They dodged the Dark Magic released by Umbridge. Then they flew high into the air.

They shouted to the silent students below: "Anyone who wants to buy our portable swamp can order it at Weasleys' Wizard Wheezes.

Also, if anyone writes to tell us that Umbridge is a toad, you can enjoy a twenty percent discount at our shop!"

Then, they flew even higher. They rushed out the window.

They looked back and shouted to Peeves: "For us, send Umbridge to hell! Peeves!"

Peeves rarely listened to anyone's orders.

But this time, he actually took off his hat and bowed in the direction Fred and George had left.

Fred and George's laughter rushed into the afterglow of the sunset outside. The setting sun intoxicated a field of frog calls.

The next few days.

The castle was full of discussions about Fred and George.

Everyone talked about them rushing into the sunset over and over again, and they never felt tired of it.

Everyone even started quoting Fred and George to describe their own breakdowns.

"If I have to do homework again, I'll definitely be like Fred and George, mount my broom and rush into the sunset!"

"If Snape treats me like this again, I'll mount my broom and leave!"

"If..."

There was a lot of muttering outside.

Umbridge really wanted people to forget Fred and George quickly. But she couldn't deal with the swamp they left behind at all.

She could only stand there every day, trying to find a way to get a small boat to ferry all the students and faculty across.

The faculty members all stated that they dared not use magic outside of teaching, so they could only trouble Umbridge.

This made Umbridge look even more disgraced.

And the Skiving Snackboxes left behind by Fred and George continued to torture Umbridge.

Every time Umbridge started a class, many students would have nosebleeds, faint, grow blood blisters on their faces, sprout monsters on their bodies, vomit, have severe fevers...

Umbridge was trembling with anger.

But these students insisted they had contracted Umbridge Syndrome.

After Umbridge gave several classes detention, she finally had no choice but to let these people line up to go to the school infirmary.

Another thing that made Umbridge break down was Peeves.

Peeves faithfully executed Fred and George's plan.

He kept causing trouble in the corridors or running wild in Umbridge's office.

He would also follow behind Umbridge, and as soon as she spoke, he would make mocking sounds.

He even lit fireworks in Umbridge's classroom, making it impossible for Umbridge to teach.

On this point, no one would help Umbridge.

Even Professor McGonagall, one day when she saw Peeves dismantling Umbridge's desk, even reminded him how to dismantle it.

Of course, for Harry and the others, this was considered comfortable.

But Hermione still reminded Harry that he must practice Occlumency. Even if Snape wouldn't help him anymore, he must be careful.

Darren said the same thing.

But he seemed a bit guilty every time he mentioned this topic.

Harry and the others suspected that Darren's Occlumency should be just like Harry's, completely without talent.

He probably also had no way to block others' Legilimency. Brothers in misfortune.

However, Harry was truly plagued by dreams.

He could dream of the crystal ball in the corridor every night now; he wanted to get his hands on it, but he had never been able to do it once.

He had thought about practicing Occlumency, but now the exams were less than a month away.

He had to memorize a massive amount of knowledge every day, and he simply couldn't muster the energy to practice. In the past, during this period.

Harry would have Quidditch to regulate his mood.

But this year, there was Quidditch, but he couldn't participate. And.

This year's Quidditch was really hard to get interested in watching.

After all, those who played well had almost all left, and even Gryffindor's Professor McGonagall no longer held expectations for Quidditch.

What's more, at the very beginning of Quidditch, Hagrid came to find Darren and the others. He was covered in wounds, and his face was even more bloodied and bruised when he came to find them...

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