Hogwarts: I am the White Lord

Madam Pomfrey's medical skills were not to be underestimated. She simply prepared some potion in the infirmary and let Umbridge stop her nosebleed after she smelled it.

After simply tidying up her appearance, Umbridge returned to the professor's seat again. This time, she seemed particularly cautious.

She first waved her wand, cleared the steak on the plate and the wine in the glass, then with a smirk on her face, she glanced at Dumbledore out of the corner of her eye.

"Never touch food and drink again." Umbridge warned herself secretly.

After the initial panic in the medical room, she slowly calmed down and began to re-evaluate everything that happened at the dinner.

The more I thought about it, the more something felt wrong.

Damn curse!

Damn bad luck!

It is obvious that someone has tampered with his food or wine with the intention of making him look bad and then blaming the cause on the mysterious person.

From this perspective, the mastermind behind the scenes is almost obvious - there is only one person who has both the reason and the ability to do such a thing, and that is Dumbledore!

Umbridge clenched her teeth, and a gleam of resentment flashed in her eyes.

Obviously, Dumbledore wanted to use this farce to weaken his own prestige, or even make Dumbledore feel afraid and flee back to the Ministry of Magic.

If I got scared and left in disgrace, not only would the Ministry of Magic's layout in Hogwarts completely collapse, but I would also become the representative of incompetence in Fudge's eyes.

She withdrew her gaze from Dumbledore and glanced at the students below, swearing secretly in her heart.

If you want me to leave, I won’t let you have your way. There is still a long time to come, so let’s just wait and see!

The dinner was gradually coming to an end. The little wizards were full and felt drowsy. Even their conversations sounded a little lazy.

"While everyone is digesting this delicious meal, I need everyone to be quiet for a while and listen to the precautions for the new semester."

The hall fell silent, and the young wizards all turned their eyes to Dumbledore.

"This year, we have two changes in our teaching staff. First, Professor Scamander will be in charge of all Care of Magical Creatures classes for years three to seven."

"Secondly, let us welcome Professor Umbridge, who will be the Defense Against the Dark Arts professor for the new school year."

There was a sparse burst of applause in the hall, which seemed very cold. Harry and his friends didn't even raise their hands, obviously not intending to give each other face.

"Ahem..." Umbridge coughed twice and walked to the podium, interrupting what Dumbledore was about to say, "Thank you, Headmaster. But I think I should introduce myself in person!"

Dumbledore nodded, smiled, and sat back, his eyes fixed intently on Umbridge, as if he was expecting her speech.

The other professors were not so tolerant of Umbridge. Professor Sprout raised his eyebrows and looked surprised. Professor McGonagall pursed her lips into a straight line and looked cold. She was very dissatisfied with Umbridge interrupting Dumbledore.

However, Umbridge did not feel embarrassed at all, and she ignored the professors' looks, just talking to herself in her sickeningly sweet voice.

"Oh, I must say, it's such a pleasure to be back at Hogwarts! As soon as I walked in here, I couldn't help but think of the good times when I was studying here."

She began to talk, recalling her school days, trying to get closer to the young wizards present.

After talking about her student days, she changed the subject and began to talk about the Ministry of Magic's interference in Hogwarts.

"...the practice of progress for the sake of progress needs to be abandoned. We should restore tradition, because traditional things have been tempered through thousands of trials and tribulations. Some clumsy revisions will only lead us away from the right path."

The atmosphere in the audience was becoming increasingly cold. Almost no one listened to her speech seriously. Some were chatting secretly, some were dozing off, and some were flipping through magazines. Only a few prefects wearing badges were still staring at Umbridge with wide eyes, but their gazes were dull and lifeless, and their minds had long since wandered off to who knows where.

Hermione was not distracted at all. Although Umbridge's speech was boring, it was able to illustrate the specific attitude of the Ministry of Magic.

Gollum-

A strange sound suddenly sounded in the hall, interrupting Umbridge's long speech. The young wizards came to their senses and began to look for the source of the sound.

What's that sound? Why does it sound so much like a toad?

"Here it comes," Fred opened his eyes wide, his voice filled with suppressed excitement, "I thought the second seasoning had lost its effect."

"It's been a long wait," George nodded and agreed in a low voice, "If Umbridge hadn't been so talkative, we would have all returned to the dormitory and wouldn't have seen this scene. It seems the formula needs to be further improved."

After hearing the twins' words, Harry and the others instantly lost all their sleepiness. They stared at Umbridge, waiting to see what effect the second seasoning would have.

"We should follow the lead of the Ministry of Magic, under the leadership of Minister Fudge..."

Guluuluulu——

The voice rang out again, and this time all the little wizards heard the source of the voice clearly. Everyone looked at Umbridge, trying to figure out what was going on.

"Everyone, pay attention," Fred lowered his voice, "the show is about to begin."

George grinned and said, "I bet this back-to-school dinner will go down in the shit book."

Loaded into the shit book?

Harry and the others looked at each other, a hint of disbelief in their eyes.

Is it really what I think?

If this really happened, would Umbridge still have the nerve to stay in Hogwarts?

The gurgling sound became louder and louder, as if a loudspeaker spell had been cast on it, and it echoed clearly in the auditorium.

Umbridge initially pretended to be calm and tried to continue her speech, but her voice was gradually drowned out by the awkward noise.

"hey-hey--"

Finally, a little wizard couldn't help laughing. Seeing someone taking the lead, more students joined in the laughing, and the laughter was so loud that it couldn't be suppressed.

These malicious ridicules almost broke Umbridge's fake smile. She suppressed her embarrassment and forced herself to maintain that stiff smile, trying to finish her words.

Suddenly, her face froze, her words stopped abruptly, she hurriedly stepped down from the podium, and walked out of the auditorium pretending to be calm.

However, some sharp-eyed students noticed that her movements were becoming more and more awkward, and there was an embarrassment in her steps that was difficult to conceal.

"Why does she walk like a penguin?"

"If it were you, you would look like a penguin, too."

"Keep your voice down. She must be having a hard time enduring it."

Looking at Umbridge's awkward walking posture, Sebastian did not hesitate and cast two Bubble Head Charms on himself and Mia.

Sure enough, before she had taken two steps, an exceptionally long sound emanated from Umbridge's body.

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