Hogwarts: Don't call me the Staff Maker

Chapter 581 Portable Swamp

Chapter 581 Portable Swamp

In Siren's view, Umbridge was not important at all. She was essentially just a mouthpiece planted by Fudge in Hogwarts, and even the educational decrees she issued were just carrying out Fudge's orders.

So as long as Fudge remains Minister for Magic, Hogwarts will never be able to truly get rid of Umbridge. Even if the professors all drive her away, someone else will soon take her place.

This is probably why Dumbledore has been allowing Umbridge to run rampant at Hogwarts.

Xilun originally thought so too.

But the undisguised hatred and resentment in Umbridge's eyes when she looked at him made Siron change his mind.

Xiren didn't know why Umbridge hated him. Logically, there shouldn't have been any direct conflict between them, and he would always greet her when they met at school.

The only reason that Cyren could think of was that he had threatened Cornelius Fudge, and as Fudge's most loyal henchman, it was understandable that Umbridge hated him for it.

But as Professor McGonagall just said, Umbridge is a narrow-minded person, and it's never a good thing to be targeted by her. Celen doesn't want to waste her energy on guarding against her in the future.

So he decided to take the initiative.

"What do we need to do?" Fred asked.

"Just wait," Xiren said.

"Waiting for the exam?" George frowned. "That's still several weeks away."

"No, the exam is the final step in the plan," Celen said. "What we need to wait for now is the preparation phase."

"And what is the preparation phase?"

"S.D.A."

"S.D.A.," George repeated quietly, "the Defense Against the Dark Arts class that Hermione wanted to hold for the students?"

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“That’s right.” Siren nodded, smiling as he said, “It’s a great bait, isn’t it? Umbridge will definitely love it.”

The three of them discussed things for a long time in the common room, and Fred and George left reluctantly just before get out of class was about to end.

By this time, the two had completely given up on the idea of ​​dropping out of school to run the Weasley Wizarding Arts. Just as Siron said, since the exams were coming up soon, they didn't mind waiting a few more days.

If someone gets a zero in a course, they can still hang the certificate on the wall of the store, which is considered a kind of honor.

However, they were not prepared to abandon their previous plan, since the portable swamp was difficult to preserve once it was made, and it would be a waste not to use it.

So, after class, as Umbridge was about to return to his office, he turned into another corridor when suddenly his legs gave way and he tumbled and scrambled into a large patch of gray mud.

It has to be said that the swamp created by Fred and George was incredibly realistic. Even from a distance, Siron could smell a pungent, fishy stench wafting towards him.

What's even more unbearable is that the stench intensifies with every struggle Umbridge makes.

"Can't you invent something more respectable?" Siren looked at Fred with disdain.

To be honest, Fred and George were also choked by the pungent stench and couldn't open their eyes.

"I guess we put in too many dung balls," George said. "To make it look better, we put a whole box of dung balls in there."

"How many?"

"A box," Fred said. "Twenty in total."

Siren silently took a step back.

Joko Widodo's dung balls are always made with very solid materials, filled with various stinky grasses and homemade stinky juice, making them heavy to the touch.

This stuff is practically Filch's nemesis; just one pill can make an entire floor of people vomit for half an hour.

As a result, Fred and George threw twenty into the swamp.

"Oh, right," George suddenly remembered something and said, "and the dead frogs and leech juice we got from the Potions classroom."

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"You'd better start thinking about how to come up with a perfect alibi right now," Siren warned. "I guarantee Umbridge won't let this go this time."

"It's okay, she doesn't know it was us," Fred said.

"When we set up the portable swamp, we made sure to clean up all traces, and there was no one around."

"I suspect she might put truth serum in your drinks," Celen said quietly.

By this time, the crowd had grown so large that it almost blocked the entire corridor.

Umbridge is extremely conscious of her image (after all, she speaks in a high-pitched voice, and the headdress she wears is so exaggerated that even a first-year witch would find it over the top).

Rolling around in the stinking mud in front of so many people, Umbridge must have been completely out of her mind. It wouldn't be surprising if she did something like that.

"Using truth serum without authorization is illegal," Fred and George said, exchanging a glance.

"If you had truth serum, would you abide by this rule?" Siren asked.

"Of course not," they both said at the same time.

"Okay, I think we understand what you mean," Fred said somewhat helplessly.

To be honest, they were planning to drop out of school after this one job, and they never thought about preparing any alibis in advance.

Even just now, they subconsciously thought that as long as they stayed far away and weren't caught on the spot, everything would be fine, just like before.

Just then, a group of tall, strong Slytherins ran over, forcibly drove away all the students who were watching, and, pinching their noses, carefully pulled Umbridge out of the swamp.

Because they were so close, some of the foul-smelling liquid splashed onto the people, and the overwhelming stench made several of them vomit on the spot.

"It's those sycophants again," Fred said.

Worried that Siren might not know the identities of those people, he specifically explained, "The Investigation Task Force is a student organization that was just established yesterday, and almost all of its members are Slytherins."

“Umbridge loves them so much,” George said. “She’s a pureblood advocate, just like Cornelius Fudge.”

"Perhaps this isn't necessarily a bad thing," Xiren said softly, looking at the noisy crowd in the distance.

"What did you say?" Fred didn't hear him clearly.

"No, it's nothing." Celen shook his head. "I mean, if you don't have an alibi, you'd better go see Professor McGonagall now and tell the truth."

"Professor McGonagall will kill us!" George yelled.

"That's better than being caught by Umbridge," Siron said. "And Professor McGonagall might not even kill you; she might even help you."

"How could that be—" Fred said, "We've broken over thirty school rules."

"But you're targeting Umbridge. They had a huge fight just an hour ago."