My School Life At Hogwarts Chapter 1001: The Pink Toad - Novel Cool

Chapter 1001: The Pink Toad

Chapter 1001: The Pink Toad

After the start of the school term, Albert's life became busy and fulfilling.

In addition to making appearances at the professors' club, he also paid a special visit to Professor Flitwick to chat about the International Wizard Duelling Competition. He took the opportunity to give his mentor some photos taken after his championship win and expressed his gratitude for Flitwick's guidance.

Professor Flitwick was delighted that his star pupil had become the youngest duelling champion, and he could now boast about it for years to come.

On the evening before the Saturday holiday, Albert spent a few hours in the Room of Requirement tutoring Katrina on Dark Magic Defence. The rest of his time was dedicated to Isabelle, as they cherished their intimate moments together.

They discussed various school matters and had a relatively pleasant weekend, officially commencing the plan to brew the Felix Felicis potion.

Isabelle took an interest in the potion, as the Luck Potion, despite being unable to bring true luck, could significantly enhance the user's abilities in various aspects. Perhaps one day, with a stroke of insight, she could successfully break through existing bottlenecks?

Unfortunately, moments of happiness always seemed fleeting. After a dinner together during the weekend, Albert bid Isabelle farewell with a kiss and returned to Hogwarts Castle.

As soon as he got back, Fred, George, and Lee Jordan sought him out to catch up on the events that had transpired during his absence from school.

Peeves had once again played one of his old tricks, tampering with the new professor's cutlery. After consuming the affected food, Umbridge suffered a bout of diarrhea and vomiting, and the situation spiraled out of control.

"You mean to tell me you didn't make her trip along the way?" Albert looked at the trio in surprise. He thought that if Umbridge had fallen, soiling herself in front of everyone, she would have been too embarrassed to continue teaching at the school.

"We thought about it, but it all happened so suddenly that we didn't have time to react," the trio said, looking somewhat disappointed at having missed such a golden opportunity.

"I bet Umbridge was furious!" Albert scratched Tom's chin and nape, a smile playing at the corners of his mouth as he asked the question.

"Yes, she nearly went crazy. If she hadn't held back... she would have become a complete laughingstock at Hogwarts," George managed to stifle his laughter.

"The toad was in a foul mood," Fred added. "She suspects someone tampered with her food but doesn't have any evidence."

"I bet she racked her brains but couldn't figure out it was Peeves targeting her," Lee Jordan chimed in, unable to hold back a snigger.

Albert soothed Tom, who had been startled by the trio's boisterous behavior, and then asked, "Who's the suspect?"

"Harry," George whispered.

"Are you sure it's not Umbridge specifically targeting Potter?" Albert's expression turned peculiar as he found it hard to comprehend Umbridge's train of thought.

"This afternoon, Peeves placed a Stink Pellet under Umbridge's chair cushion, locked the office door, and blocked the keyhole," Fred explained. "Coincidentally, she was just about to give Harry a detention. As soon as Harry sat down, he squashed the Stink Pellet under the chair cushion, and Umbridge and Harry nearly got suffocated in the office. In the end, Umbridge had to use an Exploding Spell to blow the door open, and that's how they escaped."

"So, she suspects Potter is behind it?"

"Yes."

"And Harry thinks Umbridge is out to get him," Lee Jordan whispered. "Harry kept his cool and deliberately made a big fuss, even bringing Professor McGonagall into it. They eventually found the Stink Pellet under Umbridge's chair cushion and exposed her use of Dark Magic artifacts to punish students."

Now everyone knew what kind of person Umbridge truly was.

"Professor McGonagall was furious. I've never seen her so angry," George whispered.

"I'm surprised Potter didn't take revenge."

"Oh, he did. After Umbridge left the Headmaster's office, someone knocked her out, stuffed her head in a girl's toilet in the Gryffindor common room, and a Hufflepuff student found her there."

Umbridge was convinced that Harry had attacked her, taking revenge in the shadows.

Strangely enough, Harry had been in the common room doing homework at the time, with plenty of witnesses to vouch for him.

"Polyjuice Potion?" Albert guessed the reason.

The trio laughed rather unscrupulously.

There was no doubt that Peeves was exceptionally skilled at causing trouble, and he had taken the toys Albert gave him to new heights. In just a week, he had made Umbridge's life miserable. As for Potter, he had simply been in the wrong place at the wrong time and got caught in the crossfire.

"When do you think Peeves will drive Umbridge away?" Fred asked curiously.

"Shouldn't we be hoping that Umbridge will stick around longer?" Albert said meaningfully. "After all, she's a source of entertainment."

The four of them exchanged glances, their eyes shining with mischievous intentions as they burst into laughter.

Yes, a source of entertainment.

Umbridge had no idea that a group of mischievous individuals was relishing the prospect of seeing her humiliated.

After a night of being tormented by eerie noises, Umbridge couldn't understand why she kept encountering such strange occurrences. Could it be that the Defense Against the Dark Arts professor's curse was at play?

It wasn't surprising that Umbridge would think this way, given the string of bad luck she had been experiencing lately. Take the previous night, for example. She distinctly remembered closing the window before going to sleep, but when she woke up in the middle of the night, she found the window wide open. What truly sent shivers down her spine was the terrifying sound coming from outside the window, keeping her awake for the rest of the night. In the morning, Umbridge arrived at the staff table looking haggard, with dark circles under her eyes, and she could barely muster her usual fake smile.

The sky was gloomy, with rumbling thunder, as if foreshadowing some impending misfortune.

Umbridge sat in her seat, eyeing the contents of her plate suspiciously. Ever since the diarrhea incident, she had been wary that someone might be tampering with her food.

Of course, Umbridge had no evidence, as everyone was eating the same food, and she was the only one who had issues.

At the staff table, the professors chatted leisurely about Albert's championship win, with Professor Flitwick's face beaming with uncontrollable joy. He proudly showed the other professors the photos of Albert's triumph.

Upon hearing the professors' plan to turn Anderson's championship photos into a collection and display them in the Hogwarts Trophy Room to commemorate Albert's glorious achievements, Umbridge felt even more nauseous and had an urge to retch.

"Is there really a need for that?"

Umbridge found the idea utterly absurd. She cautiously took a bite of the food on her plate, only swallowing it after confirming that there was nothing amiss.

After the previous incident of vomiting and diarrhea, Umbridge was certain that there had been something wrong with the food she ate.

If it happened again, she would definitely keep the food as evidence and have it inspected to find out who dared to tamper with her meals.

Should she catch the culprit, she would personally expel them, snap their wand, and have them locked away in Azkaban.

As Umbridge indulged in her fantasies, a commotion arose from the students seated at the Gryffindor table, drawing her attention.

Just as she was about to get up to investigate, Professor McGonagall interrupted her thoughts.

"Oh, by the way, Umbridge, Anderson asked me to inquire if you would be willing to be featured on a Wizard Card." Professor McGonagall asked as Umbridge was about to stand up.

"What?"

Umbridge eyed Professor McGonagall warily, as the two had not been on good terms lately.

"It's a card game that's very popular at Hogwarts."

As she spoke, Professor McGonagall pulled out a beautifully crafted card from her robe pocket and handed it to Umbridge. "It's something like this."

Umbridge scrutinized the intricate card, which featured a depiction of Professor McGonagall holding a stack of books and her wand, with a transformed owl-shaped goblet in the foreground.

"I just heard that this year's Wizard Card Competition is starting early," added Professor Sprout. She, too, had a similar wizard card, which she cherished.

After all, not every witch or wizard had the honor of being featured on a Chocolate Frog Card.

"Do you have one as well?"

"Almost all the professors at Hogwarts have agreed to it," explained Professor Flitwick. "Who would miss out on such an opportunity?"

Before Umbridge could respond, a flock of a hundred or so owls flew into the Great Hall, with several of them heading straight for the staff table. They dropped a large parcel in front of Umbridge, disrupting her breakfast.

A few of the owls perched on the dining table, jostling each other to be the first to deliver their letters, unintentionally wreaking havoc on Umbridge's meal.

The commotion at the staff table soon caught the attention of the students below.

Umbridge took the letters from the owls and began opening them. As she opened one particular letter, something astonishing happened.

The letter seemed to come alive, spewing insults at Umbridge, questioning how she dared to teach at Hogwarts, and even dragging Dumbledore into the mix, accusing the school and the Ministry of being irresponsible towards the students.

Without waiting for the letter to finish, Umbridge's face darkened, and she waved her wand, incinerating the letter into ashes.

However, what enraged Umbridge even more was the burst of enthusiastic applause that followed.

As Umbridge fumed, she noticed, to her horror, that the letters had started to burn as well, echoing the angry words of the first letter.

Naturally, a letter from the Ministry of Magic remained unaffected, and Umbridge quickly singled it out, waving her wand to try and blast the burning letters away.

The surrounding professors sensed that something was amiss and quickly moved away, not wanting to be caught in the crossfire.

Their instincts served them well.

With a loud "Bang!", the letters exploded on the table, releasing a cloud of black smoke that enveloped Umbridge completely.

The students eating breakfast below stared in shock at the spectacle unfolding at the staff table, and even the professors whispered among themselves, gossiping about the incident.

The smoke dissipated soon after, revealing Umbridge once again. Her round face now sported a coat of black, with only her yellow teeth and eyes spared, and her once slightly curly brown hair had transformed into a puffy explosion of frizz.

"What a unique hairstyle," Hannah remarked, sneaking a glance at her companions.

"Looks like someone has really rubbed Umbridge the wrong way," Angelina commented, clearly excited. Witnessing Umbridge's misfortunes had become a source of joy for many.

A murmur of whispers filled the Great Hall as everyone discussed who could be behind these pranks.

The professors twitched their eyebrows, exchanging glances, and slowly moved away from the table, eyeing the parcel that was now slightly trembling.

Anyone with half a brain could guess that the parcel likely contained something unpleasant.

None of the professors dared to open it, and Umbridge's disheveled appearance served as a warning to them that these pranks were specifically targeting the new professor.

The next moment, the parcel exploded with a loud "Boom!", startling everyone in the hall.

To their surprise, a swarm of toads emerged from the parcel.

Some of the toads even jumped onto Umbridge, causing her to shriek at the top of her lungs.

"Looks like these toads really like Umbridge!"

Albert pointed at the toad that had jumped onto his feet, and with a flick of his finger, he turned it back into its original form—a toad cutout from a newspaper.

At that moment, Umbridge was almost completely buried under the swarm of toads, and no one bothered to lend her a helping hand.

Just when everyone thought the prank was coming to an end, Umbridge's voice suddenly rang out in the Great Hall. "I'm Umbridge, a pink toad!"

"I'm Umbridge, a pink toad!"

"I'm Umbridge, a pink toad!"

Umbridge's voice echoed three times, and as if to validate her words, she suddenly disappeared amidst the swarm of toads with a 'plop'.

In the spot where Umbridge had been standing, there now stood a pink toad.

Everyone in the Great Hall was stunned once again. They never imagined that the esteemed Professor Umbridge would turn into a pink toad right before their very eyes.

Oh my! It felt like they were dreaming.

"It's so lifelike!"

Someone blurted out, and many others quickly chimed in.

"Who came up with this idea? It's brilliant!"

"That person is an absolute genius."

"Quick, take a picture! Who has a camera? Capture this moment!"

"Pffft!"

"Hahahaha!"

"I can't hold it in anymore, hahaha!"

"This is too funny, hahaha!"

"Wait, let me laugh a bit more, hahahaha!"

As one student started laughing out loud, the rest soon followed, unable to contain themselves any longer.

The Great Hall was filled with joyous laughter.

Looking at the pink toad that was once Umbridge, Harry had to pop several calming draughts into his mouth to prevent himself from accidentally saying the wrong thing, but he couldn't stop the upward curl of his lips. Anyone could tell that Harry Potter was in a fantastic mood.

As for Ron and Hermione, being in the know about Umbridge's situation, they struggled to hold back their laughter to avoid giving themselves away.

Fred and George, on the other hand, had no such reservations. They slapped the table with glee, their laughter unrestrained.

"Ah! I can't take it anymore, I think I'm dying of laughter." Eventually, the two of them slumped weakly into their chairs, unable to stand anymore from laughing so hard.

Even the professors didn't try to stop them, nor did any of them step forward to help Umbridge break the Transfiguration spell. If it weren't for the need to maintain their composure as educators, perhaps the professors would have joined in the laughter as well.

Professor McGonagall's face twitched as she seemed to be considering whether to help but was stopped by Professors Flitwick and Sprout, who seemed keen on prolonging the delightful moment. They discussed with Professor McGonagall the possibility of inspecting students' parcels with detectors in the future to ensure no dangerous items were brought into the school.

As for Professor Snape, when he saw the pink toad hopping towards him, his eyes twitched, and he had to restrain himself from pulling out his wand to cast a Stunning Spell on the toad.

Just as Snape raised his wand, intending to help Umbridge, there was a soft 'plop' sound, and the pink toad suddenly transformed back into Umbridge.

However...

Umbridge's current posture was rather...eye-catching.

Seeing Umbridge in a frog-jumping stance right in front of him, Snape took a step back in surprise, almost knocking over the chair behind him.

The other professors were equally startled by Umbridge's provocative pose, and they quickly covered their mouths to suppress their laughter.

The students, on the other hand, had no such reservations. When they saw Umbridge striking a frog-jumping pose in front of Snape, they burst out laughing, filling the Great Hall with merry laughter.

After being thoroughly humiliated, Umbridge suddenly fainted and collapsed amidst the swarm of toads.

"You..."

Snape's facial muscles twitched uncontrollably, but it was Professor Flitwick who stepped forward and waved his wand to summon a stretcher. They placed Umbridge on it and sent her to the school hospital for Madam Pomfrey's care.

However, the professors felt that what Umbridge needed was not physical treatment but psychological counseling.

The professors whispered among themselves, curious about who could be behind these pranks on Umbridge.

To orchestrate such an elaborate prank and so publicly embarrass a wizard like Umbridge was no ordinary feat.

"Ahem."

Professor McGonagall cleared her throat, signaling for everyone to help clean up the mess.

Just as Professor McGonagall was about to wave her wand to capture the toads, there was a series of 'plop' sounds, and the toads on the ground suddenly transformed back into cutouts, just like before.

But this time, in addition to the photo of Umbridge in a frog-jumping pose, there were also pictures of the pink toad and a caricature of Umbridge.

The next moment, a gust of wind blew through, scattering the cutouts all over the Great Hall.

Many students noticed the peculiarity of these cutouts and started collecting them as souvenirs.

This would undoubtedly become Umbridge's black history.

"I can't take it anymore, I'm dying of laughter!" Lee Jordan suddenly appeared, handing out the cutouts he had picked up to his friends. With a mischievous grin, he added, "I'm sure this incident will be talked about for many years to come."

"Many years is an understatement," Albert said, looking at the cutout in his hand. "We should make sure that Umbridge's heroic deeds are remembered by generations of Hogwarts students."

(End of Chapter)

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