HP through the autumn

As it turns out, the time between when the bad luck leaks and when the bad luck starts can sometimes be long.

No matter how much Cho prayed that the plump Umbridge would burst himself like a balloon before eight o'clock in the evening, she was still standing in Umbridge's office at eight o'clock.

Luckily, Fred and George gave her a handful of skipping candies and graciously let her pick and choose which symptoms she wanted.

"We've got a puke here," Fred held up one. "Guaranteed to make you vomit all over her office."

"A high fever," said George, picking up one, "that can make your face flush and steam come out of your head."

"Nosebleed," Fred continued, "makes you bleed so much that you look like you're going to bleed to death."

George: "There are many other types of skipping candy, but these are the most popular ones just now."

The twins asked in unison, "Which one do you want?"

"Wouldn't it be milder if it didn't work?" Harry vacillated, picking and choosing among the candies.No matter what kind of effect it is, he doesn't want it to appear on her body.

"Oh, dear little Harry, we understand how you feel," Fred said, patting him on the shoulder, exaggeratedly, "but in order to escape from Umbridge, the effect of the sugar must be severe enough. Otherwise, she wouldn't let Qiu leave."

"I think the one with the nosebleed is good," Cho said. "Bleeding is always scarier, isn't it?"

Fred smiled and stuffed the candy into her hand: "The antidote is the candy wrapper, don't forget."

George: "I wish you success in escaping from the claws of the old toad."

She picked up the candy: "When I escape, we can discuss how to drive Umbridge out of Hogwarts."

The twins understood and winked at her: "waiting for your good news."

One wall in Umbridge's office is covered with a set of decorative plates, each featuring a large, brightly colored cat with a different bow around its neck.

The cats were licking their paws or taking a lazy nap, as if they were actually living on the plate.

When she thought of Umbridge, she thought cats were not so cute, even though she was a cat fanatic.

"Good evening, Miss Zhang." Sitting at her desk, Umbridge looked at Qiu coldly through her bulging, swollen eyes. "I want you to explain to me what happened last night when you attacked members of the investigative operations team."

Qiu: "I didn't attack him. Malik suddenly fell down in front of me yesterday, which shocked me. I think he should ask Madam Pomfrey to have a look."

"Malik said you were sneakily brewing a potion in the kitchen," Umbridge continued asking, not surprised by her denial of her death, "Can you tell me what potion you're brewing? "

Qiu: "Rejuvenating potion."

"I remember that your potion grades are very good, Miss Zhang," Umbridge smiled coquettishly, laughing so hard that Qiu's hair was all over his body, "You should know a magical potion, Veritaserum, which can make you say Tell all your little secrets."

Qiu pretended to be surprised, covered his mouth with his hand, and quietly stuffed the sugar into his mouth.

She stuffed it so hard that the sugar slid down her throat straight into her esophagus, choking her and starting to cough violently.

Umbridge was even more pleased with her surprised and frightened expression, and was going to continue to intimidate her so that he could get some news from her.The members of the investigation team told her what Potter and the others were secretly planning recently. As Potter's girlfriend, the girl in front of her must know something.

Qiu swallowed the sugar, a stream of heat rushed to his nose, and then flowed out uncontrollably.She touched it with her hand, and her fingers were stained red with blood.

"I think I should go to the hospital wing, Professor Umbridge." She pretended to be panic-stricken, and deliberately smeared the blood on her face again to make her look even more scary, and the blood dripped down her chin, Wet the clothes on her chest.

In the blink of an eye, she was bloodied and pale, and her nosebleeds were still dripping down, staining Umbridge's sweet, lovely pale pink floral carpet.

"Go ahead." Umbridge grimaced, seeing no reason to refuse a student who looked dying to go to the hospital wing. "Come to my office to find me when you recover from illness."

Then my illness will probably never be cured for the rest of my life. Qiu wiped her nosebleed, and walked out of Umbridge's office suppressing the joy of escape.

Within a few days, Hogwarts students were surprised to find that the entire corridor in front of Umbridge's office was frozen over.

From one end of the corridor to the other, every corner was covered with ice.The smooth and clean ice surface glowed with a cold light under the reflection of the candles. If they didn't know that they were indoors, everyone would think they were standing on the black lake in winter.Through the transparent ice layer, students can clearly see the grain of the wooden floor.

Filch was attracted by the movement of the students, he immediately became unhappy when he saw this situation, and complained about how disobedient the students were, how much work was added to him, the tradition of whipping students should really be restored, etc. wait.

As soon as he stepped on the ice with one foot, he leaned forward uncontrollably and fell on the ice.

The onlookers laughed gleefully and pointed at Filch.

Filch raised his arms and wanted to stand up, but he didn't expect that just as he raised his upper body, he slipped to the ground again, and his jaw hit the ice again.

Laughter echoed around him again.

Umbridge was attracted by the movement at the door of the office. She opened the door and wanted to call the students who were making noise at the door into her office for a heart-to-heart talk, but was stunned by the icy corridor.

"Who did this?" Umbridge paused for a moment, trembling with anger, and forgot to talk like a little girl.

The students looked at each other, but no one spoke.

Only Filch, who was lying on the ground and struggling to get up, answered, "If I catch that student, I will definitely hang him upside down in my office! These nasty little bastards!"

Umbridge held his head high, picked up his wand and cast a spell on the ice on the ground.

Nothing has changed on the ice.

Unwilling to give up, she chanted another spell, and a red flame shot out from the wand and landed on the ice.

To her surprise, the ice did not show any signs of melting, and still reflected her distraught face.

Umbridge tried to walk out of the office, taking a cautious step.The ice surface was too smooth, and her stepped foot slid forward, causing her to fall to the ground on her back.

"Now she's like a toad that can't turn over on its back." Someone whispered something, and all the students onlookers laughed.

Umbridge waved his stubby limbs like a toad trying to turn itself over.

Filch struggled for a while, and finally stood up tremblingly.He froze on the spot, not daring to move any more.

"Go and find the other professors in the school, Argus," Umbridge ordered.She finally turned herself over, lying on the ice and slowly crawling towards her office.

Filch got the order, although he really wanted to run to find someone immediately, for safety, he still leaned on the wall and moved forward cautiously.

Except for Dumbledore, the deans of the four colleges in the school rushed over.

Professor Flitwick touched the ice on the ground with interest, and poked it with his wand.

Professor McGonagall was still serious, but many Gryffindor students swore they saw the corner of the dean's mouth curl up quietly.

Professor Sprout and Professor Flitwick were studying the ice on the ground together, while Snape remained expressionless as usual, even slightly impatient.

"Oh, here you are," Umbridge said, returning to her soft voice, "I think I need your help."

"I'm not sure we have the right to do that," said Professor McGonagall dryly.

Umbridge: "Of course you have. As Senior Inquisitors, I believe you have a right to assist me in my operations at the school."

"I'm afraid I can't," said Professor Flitwick. "These ices have been enchanted so deeply that ordinary magic can't melt them. Maybe I should go back to my office and check the books. A way to break this magic was mentioned."

Sprout nodded along, waiting for Umbridge to nod and they left.

"I don't have time for this kind of thing." Snape was very impatient to take care of such trivial things. "I still have Veritaserum to finish. Madam Senior Inquisitor told me to finish it as soon as possible."

The four deans all said that they could not help, and Professor McGonagall even praised Umbridge for the first time.

"Your magic attainments are much higher than ours, Dolores," said Professor McGonagall. "We believe you can solve this problem."

The four of them hypocritically expressed regret and concern for what happened to Umbridge, and then left without looking back.

After watching the excitement, the students were satisfied, and it was time to go to class, and those who were not in class went back to the common room to tell the students who were not present what happened just now.

Umbridge later managed to escape from her office through the fireplace. The other professors thought it was too troublesome for her to borrow their office to use the fireplace to get in and out, and strongly urged Umbridge to change the office.

Umbridge had to move into an office that had been vacant for a long time, and Filch graciously cleaned it for her.

The next day, when Umbridge opened the door, the corridor was empty, only the smooth ice reflected the light of the candle silently.

In this way, Umbridge changed several offices, and after Hogwarts added several frozen corridors, she finally gave up the idea of ​​fighting against the ice.

Her gang of pony boys actively helped her find the culprit, but found nothing.

What happened to Umbridge made the students in the school very happy except for her pony, and many students from the Muggle world actively introduced ice skates to other young wizards.

"I was good at this when I was a kid," said Hermione proudly, gliding lightly down a frozen corridor in a pair of skates.

"Unbelievable," Ron carefully supported the wall. He had fallen several times, and now his whole body hurts. "How do you manage to keep your balance?"

"Don't stand up too straight, Ron," said Hermione, sliding to him, "lower your center of gravity, it'll be easier to keep your balance."

"It's all because I'm so tall, isn't it?" Ron smiled, handing Hermione his hand and letting her lead him slowly.

Students gathered in twos and threes around several corridors, learning to skate.Exclamations and laughter came from all directions, and people kept falling, making people around laugh.

Fred and George were quick learners, and they were able to move freely through the crowd.

"Ladies and gentlemen," cried Fred, "George and I have a race to get from one end to the other first, and any of you would like to bet?"

"Nobody's going to be fooled," Lee Jordan yelled. "Nobody can tell you two apart."

Everyone laughed, and George said, "The two of us can mark ourselves."

The two of them pointed their wands at each other, and Fred and George each had a shiny new letter on their robes: F and G.

"I bet you both arrive at the same time," Lee Jordan said.

After hearing this, everyone responded, thinking that the two of them would arrive at the same time.

Fred and George slid to one end of the corridor, and at the same time they slid to the other end at the same time as Lee commanded.

Not surprisingly, the two reached the finish line at the same time.

The author has something to say:

The reactions of the four faculty professors are hilarious...