My Understanding Is Incredible, I Built A Floating City In Hogwarts

Umbridge, who had just been immersed in sleep, was awakened by the sudden noise in the room. She stretched out her hand in panic, touched the wand placed under the pillow, and held it tightly.

"[Fluorescent flash]"

After lighting the tip of the wand, Umbridge raised his head stiffly, his pupils contracting instantly.

She saw a huge monster—a monster only four or five meters tall, standing in front of her bed. In Umbridge's eyes, the monster was like a mountain that overwhelmed her.

The stench emanating from the troll hit his nostrils, making Umbridge feel sick. She saw the troll holding a thigh-thick stick high in the air and swinging it towards her.

At that moment, she seemed to hear the footsteps of death.

"ah--"

Umbridge let out a shrill scream, the sound penetrated the night sky and resounded throughout the castle.

Regardless of her image, she rolled out of bed, knocked open the door, and ran outside, screaming as she ran, as if this could release the fear in her heart.

Behind her, the roar of the troll and the loud bang of the stick hitting the ground were intertwined, forming a terrifying symphony.

At this moment, a burst of cheerful laughter sounded amidst the roar of the troll, and Peeves appeared out of thin air in Umbridge's room. He looked at Umbridge running away in embarrassment, laughing so hard.

For the first time, he discovered that pranks can be so fun!

In the midst of giggles, Peeves turned and left Umbridge's room, disappearing into the corridor in a puff of smoke.

Shortly after Peeves left, the first person attracted by the harsh sound was the administrator, Mr. Filch.

He carried a swaying oil lamp, and the dim light cast mottled shadows on the corridor.

As soon as he walked to Umbridge's door, he was almost knocked into the face by the new professor who was confused.

"Professor, what happened?" Filch asked with a frown after regaining his balance.

"Troll, a troll suddenly appeared in my room!" Umbridge's face was as pale as paper, and there was still fear in his eyes: "It almost killed me!"

Filch looked around in confusion. The corridors of the castle were quiet, and there was no other living thing except the two of them.

"Troll? This is impossible. How can there be a troll in the castle?" He began to wonder if Umbridge had a nightmare or hallucination.

However, before Filch could speak, someone spoke for him.

"Professor Umbridge, are you dreaming?"

Professor McGonagall's figure suddenly appeared at the corner of the corridor.

She was wearing pajamas, her hair was tied up, and her face looked a little tired, but her eyes were bright.

Professor McGonagall walked up to Umbridge and said expressionlessly: "It is impossible for trolls to appear around Hogwarts Castle. With the intelligence of trolls, "they simply cannot enter your bedroom without being noticed."

Umbridge seemed frightened, and she defended incoherently: "But it's really a troll! I saw it with my own eyes!"

"Filch, what happened? I just heard someone screaming." Another voice joined the conversation.

Professor Snape appeared at the other end of the corridor wearing a gray shirt-style pajamas with a livid face. He had obviously been awakened by the screams just now.

There is no way, no matter who is woken up just after falling asleep, his face will not look good.

With the emergence of Snape, more and more professors were attracted.

Professor Flitwick and Professor Sprout, who had just fallen asleep, rubbed their eyes and appeared in the corridor with sleepy looks. Dumbledore was much more calm. The old man went to bed late and had not yet laid down at this time.

"Professor Umbridge claimed that a troll appeared in her room." Filch explained the situation to the other professors succinctly.

Listening to Umbridge's almost magical words, the professors present began to wonder if she was just having a nightmare and making such a fuss.

However, despite everyone's attempts to calm her down, Umbridge still couldn't calm down

Professor Snape finally couldn't stand it anymore. He waved his wand and a bottle of tranquilizer appeared in his hand.

He walked up to Umbridge and said forcefully: "Professor Umbridge, drink this, and then tell us what exactly happened."

Under everyone's gaze, Umbridge tremblingly took the tranquilizer from Snape and drank it in one gulp.

As the drug took effect, her mood gradually stabilized, and she was able to describe more clearly what had just happened.

However, when she finished speaking, the professors were still confused. How could a troll be in the castle? Let alone Umbridge's dormitory.

Dumbledore decided to check out Umbridge's dormitories himself.

He led a group of professors towards the dormitory. Even if there was a troll, they had enough strength to subdue it.

However, when they arrived at Umbridge's dormitory door, they only saw a broken door.

Professor McGonagall frowned and walked in first. The dormitory was peaceful, and there was no sign of any larger creatures raging.

The muscles on Professor McGonagall's cheeks twitched slightly, and he turned to Umbridge and said: "Look, there are no traces left by the troll here. I suggest you go to Madam Pomfrey and get some Dreamless Sleeping Potion, which will make you sleep better at night. Sleep more comfortably.”

"This... this is impossible, I just saw it clearly..." Umbridge couldn't accept this fact and muttered to himself.

Professor Snape was also searching the room carefully for possible clues, and his eyes suddenly fell on the bedside table, which contained some random small objects.

He frowned and made a guess: "Maybe there is a Boggart hidden in the room."

"A Boggart?" Umbridge's eyes widened and he looked extremely angry, "Why is there a Boggart here?"

However, Professor Dumbledore shook his head: "There are no traces of Boggarts in the room. I think Professor Umbridge may be too tired and not suitable for the environment here, so he had nightmares."

"It must be a Boggart, it must be..." Umbridge still insisted on her statement. Whether it was a troll or a Boggart, there was always something in the room. Only in this way could she prove that she was not having a nightmare.

However, no matter how she insisted, the fact was before her eyes—several professors had helped search the entire room, but still could not find the Boggart that Snape suspected.

Despite this, Umbridge was still unwilling to return to the dormitory to rest, and finally had to go to the school doctor's office to salvage Mrs. Waverley.

Madam Pomfrey was an amiable witch. After carefully checking Umbridge's condition, she comforted her softly: "You are just too emotional. Drink this Dreamless Sleeping Potion and have a good night's rest and you will be fine. "

With that said, she handed a cup of potion to Umbridge.

After leaving the school doctor's office, Snape suddenly broke the silence: "What do you think of this?" His eyes swept over the faces of the professors present.

…Please give me flowers…

What do you think?

Just stand and watch!

No one here likes this guy sent by the Ministry of Magic to cause trouble at Hogwarts.

"A student deliberately frightened Umbridge?" Snape's brows furrowed, and he began to think about various possible scenarios in his mind, "Someone secretly put a Boggart into her room? Then, when she was panicking, he took the opportunity to put the Boggart in her room. Take Gert away?"

Professor McGonagall tried her best to hide the smile on her lips. She asked doubtfully: "But why would any student do this? According to you, this seems to be a well-planned prank. So, which child did Umbridge interact with? The wizard has a deep grudge?"

In fact, she knew very well that there were definitely many little wizards who hated Umbridge.

"Maybe Peeves is up to something!" Filch suddenly interrupted.

He always liked to put the blame on the mischievous elf.

All the professors shook their heads in unison. Everyone knew that the prankster could not do this.

As everyone knows, pranksters can also cooperate with wizards, and Filch got it right.

Dumbledore waved his hand gently, signaling everyone to quiet down: "Okay, it's already very late now, everyone should go back and rest.

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However, just as he turned around to leave, Professor Flitwick quickly followed him.

"Dumbledore, are you really going to just let it go? You should have also seen what Umbridge has been doing these two days. She is obviously trying to change the teaching methods at Hogwarts in accordance with the Ministry of Magic's intentions."

Professor Flitwick urged: "A layman leading an expert will only make a mess."

"It's not that I want to let it go, but there are some things that I can't change now." Dumbledore sighed softly, "The situation in the Ministry of Magic is much more complicated than you think. Minister Fudge has been unwilling to admit the fact that Voldemort has returned. The world is in a mess.

"All right!"

Professor Flitwick stopped. He looked at Dumbledore's tired and determined eyes and had to stop.

He knew that as the principal of Hogwarts, Dumbledore had his own difficulties. He took a deep breath and said softly: "Okay, in that case, let's wait and see what happens. No matter what, we will stand by your side. I support your decision.

In fact, Professor Flitwick was like a mirror, this matter was weird from beginning to end.

Umbridge's first nosebleed could be said to be accidental, but if it happened one after another, it was definitely someone deliberately causing trouble.

As for who did it, Professor Flitwick could guess the answer on his knees. It's not like he had never seen little wizards using quick-acting candy to avoid Charms class.

As for Umbridge's shouting that she saw a troll, it might be true that someone stuffed a boggart into her room as Snape speculated.

But is this kind of thing important?

It's not important!

The important thing is that they already know everything about Umbridge's personality. From the day she drove Lupine away, they have completely seen her true face.

"I think Professor Umbridge may be too tired. Let her have a good night's rest."

Dumbledore said calmly.

He knew very well Umbridge's true purpose of coming to Hogwarts, and he also knew what she would do here.

However, Dumbledore really didn't have the energy to argue with her anymore. He had more important things to deal with. .