Chapter 1236 "Reporting the Truth" to the Ministry of Magic

McGonagall seemed oblivious to Umbridge and the others. She addressed the students in the front row, “Last lesson you all learned the Vanishing Charm, successfully making the rats disappear. Today, we’re going to learn the more difficult Transmutation Charm, which is far more profound on a philosophical level in magic—”

"Cough, cough."

McGonagall glanced coldly at the last row of the classroom. "Dolores, do you have any questions?"

Instead of raising her hand to ask a question like a student, Umbridge sat there calmly, raising her chin. "I have a question. Is there any danger in using the Species Conversion Charm?"

The Transspecies Conversion Charm can alter the life form of oneself or others, but failure can lead to severe physical deformities or even death. This obvious problem almost made Mag laugh in exasperation.

"Dangerous, extremely dangerous, but with precise control—"

"Oh dear, just how dangerous is it?"

McGonagall clenched her trembling little hand. "Dolores, in my classes, I generally don't allow others to talk while I'm speaking."

Umbridge stretched his face, his expression exaggerated. "Really? I'm so sorry then."

She turned to the education committee members and said, "This is an authoritarian classroom where no one is allowed to question the professor's authority."

McGonagall's clenched little hands began to tremble again.

When it comes to despotism, Umbridge's Defense Against the Dark Arts class is the best example.

And were they whispering? Could they have spoken a little louder?

"I hope that those who attend the hearing will behave like attendees, at least maintaining basic courtesy."

McGonagall's words really struck a chord with the students.

Umbridge was arguably the most rude and disrespectful person they had ever met.

Standing next to her, even the extremely foul-mouthed Malfoy suddenly becomes adorable.

Umbridge's toad-like face visibly contorted for a moment, but she quickly stood up with a smile. "Professor McGonagall, if you received my note, you should know that we will truthfully report the auditing process to the Ministry of Magic, and the Department of Magical News will selectively disclose the teaching quality of Hogwarts to the public."

She slowly walked to the podium, tilting her head back to stare intently at McGonagall's frosty face.

"Parents have the right to know the truth about the school, and as special education commissioners of the Ministry of Magic, we have a responsibility to tell their precious children how they are doing at school."

That's right, Fudge backed down because of Dumbledore's intimidation, and his relatively "mild" approach was to put pressure on the school through the parents.

The Ministry of Magic has an officially published Daily Prophet, which puts it in a position of power in public opinion, allowing it to embellish and exaggerate as it pleases.

As soon as Umbridge and the others stepped into the classroom, McGonagall knew exactly what they were planning.

So she kept enduring it.

But now, she has reached her limit.

"Dolores, if you think that constantly provoking others in class is what you call being genuine, then I can only advise you to stop right away."

McGonagall lowered her voice, “No one is a tool you can manipulate at will, neither the students nor the parents.”

Umbridge, standing at the podium, trembled violently as if she had been slapped hard across the face. She glared fiercely at McGonagall, "Very well, I will certainly report this 'truthfully' to the Ministry of Magic."

McGonagall seemed nonchalant. "I'm really looking forward to it."

Enraged, Umbridge eventually led the school board members in a hasty retreat, but they left even more aggressively than when they arrived.

They won't get anywhere in Transfiguration class, so they'll probably pick on an easy target.

Hermione, who had no classes in the afternoon, went to the activity room as usual. As soon as she entered, she saw Fred vividly imitating Umbridge.

His demeanor, movements, and even that affected manner were all spot on. "You are the great-great-granddaughter of the famous prophet Cassandra Trelawney?"

George somehow acquired a pair of thick glasses and put them on, his tone ethereal and mysterious, "Yes."

Fred grinned widely, and perhaps feeling it wasn't accurate enough, he used his hand to pull the corners of his mouth upwards. "But I think—and you can correct me if I'm wrong—you're the first person in your family to have a second vision since Cassandra?"

George lowered his head slightly, his imposing manner weakening considerably. "These things are often inherited across generations—uh—three generations."

Fred pulled the corners of his mouth up with his hand again, and with his mocking eyes, it really did have a certain charm. "Of course."

He tilted his head sweetly, "Professor Trelawney, I wonder if you could predict something for me?"

George shuddered dramatically, his whole body tensing, as if he couldn't believe his ears. "I don't understand what you mean."

As he spoke, he reached out and pretended to grab a shawl that wasn't actually on his shoulder.

"I hope you can make a prophecy for me."

George suddenly became agitated, "The Heavenly Eye will not look under orders!"

“I understand.” Fred lowered his hand, his smile turning sinister. “There’s been a rumor at school that the divination class doesn’t have a professor, just an old charlatan.”

George pointed a trembling finger at Fred, "It's fake...it's fake...the person who spread this rumor is a liar!"

His reaction brought out Fred's signature saccharine smile again. "If you're not a fraud, why don't you make a prediction for me?"

The moment Fred turned around, George was so angry that he trembled all over.

"and many more--"

Fred turned his head, his smile kind and friendly, but it looked like a honey-coated blade, sickeningly sweet. "Professor Trelawney, we don't have time to hear your explanation. We need to go downstairs to sit in on the Charms class."

“I think…” George’s chest heaved violently, and after a long while, he finally managed to utter a sentence, “I think… I think you will be in terrible danger.”

After a moment of silence, Fred raised his eyebrows.

Perhaps feeling his imitation wasn't quite right, he lifted his hand up again, "Very good, if this is all you're capable of—"

He suddenly turned his little head toward Hermione, who was watching the show from the side, "No wonder Granger, such an excellent model student, would abandon this class of yours."

He emphasized the phrase "excellent model student" so much that Hermione felt nauseous on the spot.

Fred and George's vivid performance came to an end, and the students couldn't help but feel sorry for Trelawney.

The old conman was just joking, but that perverted toad professor Umbridge actually took it seriously.

Besides, she's been at the school for almost 16 years, unlike Lockhart, a real fraud who was exposed before even a year was up. She must have some real skills.

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