Umbridge suddenly whipped her head around to look at Dumbledore. "What did you say?!"
"The so-called Head of Student Discipline is a position created by the Ministry of Magic. Hogwarts has never had such a post in its entire history. Therefore, the Head of Student Discipline cannot be considered a member of Hogwarts staff, and naturally does not have an office," Dumbledore said matter-of-factly.
"Dumbledore!" Umbridge glanced around. Most of the students had already left. She lowered her voice and hissed, "You know the consequences of offending the Ministry of Magic."
Dumbledore shook his head. "I'm very sorry. I know perfectly well how to offend the Ministry of Magic. As for the consequences—please forgive me, but I don't seem to have seen them yet."
"You… you'll see them," Umbridge ground out through clenched teeth. "Now, I'm going back to my office."
"Oh…" Dumbledore tilted his head. "The one at the Ministry?"
"There has never been such a precedent! A Ministry employee being kicked out by Hogwarts—never! Absolutely never!" Umbridge snapped, brushing past Dumbledore and storming upstairs.
Since Hogwarts wasn't going to prepare an office for her, she would take matters into her own hands. After all, Hogwarts lacked many things, but it certainly didn't lack empty classrooms.
Before long, she found an unused classroom on the 3rd floor that was just the right size and even came with an adjoining room. She swiftly used magic to fling all the clutter out, then began aggressively rearranging the layout and furniture.
Very quickly, a passable office was hand-crafted into existence. She even deliberately hung a sign reading "Office of the Head of Student Discipline" on the door, and wrote down her office address in the Great Hall on the ground floor.
...
Sitting by the fireplace in the staff lounge, Kasenhis listened to the chatter from the portraits nearby, all babbling about this and that. In the end, though, he still managed to pick out a few lines that were actually worth hearing.
Umbridge set herself up an office on the 3rd floor.
???
Who does Umbridge think she is? Having her office on the same floor as his bedroom?
Is that acceptable?
Obviously not.
Thinking this, Kasenhis quickly pulled out his timetable and glanced at tomorrow's schedule. Hogwarts' first class tomorrow—seventh year, early morning.
Well then. That works perfectly.
He took out his crystal ball and contacted Cedric. One or two seconds later, Cedric appeared inside the crystal ball.
"During class tomorrow, organize the students. Don't go to the 1st-floor Alchemy classroom anymore—go to the new office Umbridge set up on the 3rd floor."
Cedric nodded rapidly. "Mission guaranteed!"
Kasenhis smiled in satisfaction and slipped the crystal ball back into his pocket.
"I can tell just by looking at your expression—you're brewing up some crooked scheme again," Professor Flitwick said leisurely as he sat down on the sofa beside him.
Kasenhis shrugged and leaned slightly toward Professor Flitwick. "I'm just an alchemy professor. What bad intentions could I possibly have?"
"An alchemy professor's bad ideas are endless, Filius. Don't let him fool you," Professor Sprout said as she set a bag of small fish she'd personally fried onto the coffee table.
"Oh, nobody minds that. To be honest, I'm actually quite happy to see those interesting scenes," Professor Flitwick waved it off.
"Then you'd better watch closely."
.....
The next day, Umbridge was wearing a pink bunny silk nightgown, lying in pink velvet bedding, completely unaware that danger was about to arrive.
Before long, every student from the seventh-year Alchemy class—except Kasenhis—had already gathered outside this ridiculous office.
They were waiting for one person.
After about a minute, a sudden buzzing sound rang out, and Kasenhis appeared in their midst.
"Is everyone here?" he asked.
Cedric stood on his left, half a step behind him, and nodded. "All here."
"Mm." Kasenhis nodded.
Soon, the Weasley twins stepped forward. Like Cedric, both of them had undergone basic alchemical modifications. Faint metallic seams could be seen along their arms, shimmering with magical light.
The two then took their positions on the left and right sides of the door.
Next came a deliberate, charged strike.
They planted their stances in unison, twisted their waists—
And threw a punch together.
With a bang, the poor door was sent flying, slamming hard into the wall.
On the other side, Umbridge was actually already awake. The moment Kasenhis Ender-teleported outside the classroom, she'd woken up.
After all, the buzzing sound of Ender teleportation wasn't exactly noise, but in the quiet of a Hogwarts morning, it was very noticeable… very audible.
The reason she was still lying in bed at this moment was, in a way, avoidance.
This ostrich-like mindset was a perfect reflection of Umbridge's current mental state.
It was just one class—only an hour. She just needed to lie there for another hour and skip the awkward moment of getting up. As long as she didn't move, they surely wouldn't be so rude as to say any pointless trash to her…
Unfortunately, she clearly overestimated the moral restraint of Hogwarts professors.
Kasenhis reached into his pocket and took out a piece of chalk he carried with him, weighed it in his hand, then pinched it between two fingers, aimed..
And fired!!
Whoosh… thud!
In an instant, a loud bang echoed as a huge lump popped up right in the middle of Umbridge's forehead.
"Still pretending to sleep?" Kasenhis muttered with a frown.
Cedric craned his neck and glanced toward Umbridge, then awkwardly touched his lips. "Professor, is there a possibility that…"
Kasenhis waved a hand. "Just say it."
"She might've been knocked out by you," Cedric said.
Kasenhis pressed his lips together. "Huh?"
At this moment, Umbridge, lying on the bed and forcibly enduring the intense pain in her forehead, clenched her teeth hard. As long as she endured it—endured it—just endured it…
Endure for one hour, and this hellish time would be over.
But once again, she overestimated Kasenhis's sense of decency.
"Get two people and throw her out the window. Since she's sleeping anyway, she won't remember anything," Kasenhis said casually.
Ha… aaah…
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