Chapter 1240 I am Batman
"Get away!" Umbridge screamed hysterically. "You're hallucinating! It's Dumbledore's trick!"
She waved her wand and shot a bright light spell towards the ceiling, attempting to illuminate the "illusion" standing by the bed.
The light that was supposed to shine continuously only lasted for a moment, and in that moment, she not only saw the tall, dark figure, but also several other dark figures that appeared and disappeared like ghosts.
"No! This is impossible!" She gripped her wand tightly and pointed it at the dark figure in front of her.
After the dazzling light faded, the dark figure still stood there, unharmed, its cold eyes seeming to say: This is reality.
"who are you!"
"I am Revenge," the shadowy figure stood like an iron tower, the shadows behind him coalescing into enormous bat wings. "I am the night, I am Batman."
The word "Batman" really stung Umbridge.
"Die! Die!"
An evil aura permeated the entire room, and her crazed eyes seemed to already see Batman turned to dust.
But this was not reality; her dark magic was still swallowed by darkness, just as before.
The cold, deep, hoarse voice rang out again: "Your power is borrowed, your dignity is stolen. When true darkness descends, you and your pink toy will be worthless."
Batman took a step back, blending into the darkness and disappearing without a trace, as if he had never existed.
Umbridge lay sprawled on the bed, drenched in cold sweat, his teeth chattering, clutching the wet blanket tightly.
As a witch, her supposedly enviable magic had absolutely no effect on Batman.
Suddenly, a beam of bright light shone into the room from outside the window.
The bat-shaped creatures that instilled ultimate fear in her silently appeared around her and surrounded her.
Time seemed to stand still at that moment, and the bats, which had been shaped like living creatures, began to writhe and transform into human figures.
Nightwing, Robin, Red Hood, Batwing Damian, Robin, Batgirl, Huntress, Catwoman, and Batman right in front of them.
Umbridge was like a fat pink mouse trapped in a trap. She turned around in vain, her wand pointing at one figure after another in her violently trembling hand, but she dared not utter any spells.
Gradually, her breathing turned into choked sobs.
“We are the fear deep within you.” Eight voices overlapped, forming a suffocating, inhuman harmony that shattered Umbridge’s last shred of sanity.
She covered her ears in despair, but the sounds echoed directly in her mind:
"You use the rules to cover up your incompetence."
“Using pink to decorate is ugly.”
"You are the most pathetic tyrant I have ever seen."
Their words lashed at her like whips.
"Aaaaaaahh ...
She completely lost control of her body, collapsing onto the bed like a lump of mud, her body convulsing violently, tears mixed with snot and saliva flowing down her face.
Her pink world was being torn apart by countless shadows shaped like bats, plunging her into an abyss darker than darkness itself, a place with no end.
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As Umbridge's devastating screams echoed throughout the castle, Hogwarts kitchens were filled with a long-awaited celebration.
The bat family removed their equipment and sat around a long table.
Fred put his arm around Vincent's shoulder tightly. "Dude, you're a genius! You scared that most evil pink tyrant like crazy without using any magic."
George, standing next to him, hugged him tightly, saying, "And that line, 'All you do is scream, nobody wants you,' Merlin's bat suit! How did you even come up with that?"
Vincent pushed the two aside, took a Muggle comic book, "Batman: Year One," from the Flamel Ring, and said, "Do you know Gotham psychology? Read more and learn more. Umbridge's biggest fear is letting people see their deepest fears."
The twins accepted the comic book as if it were a priceless treasure.
Batman: Year One is not a man who can always anticipate his enemies' moves, always have perfect strategies, and always defeat any foe.
The Batman in this comic is not an invincible superhero; he is just a rookie who could die if he made one wrong step.
It lacks any romantic or legendary elements; it only presents the harsh realities of society.
The twins quickly closed the comic book after reading only a few pages.
"Batman: Year One" was too depressing for them; watching it in one go would probably leave them feeling depressed for days.
They paused for a moment, then raised their iced cola bottles high in front of them.
"Ladies and gentlemen! We have successfully defeated the pink toad tonight!"
"From now on, we must continue our efforts and strive to drive the pink toads out of the school as soon as possible!"
Everyone smiled and raised their glasses.
Vincent took a sip of his iced cola and looked at his friends with a somewhat forlorn expression.
If he could, he would like to stay at Hogwarts forever.
But he has no regrets about his decision, not in the past, not now, and not in the future.
Noticing that he was in a low mood, Hermione got up and moved a chair next to him.
"That was so satisfying!"
Vincent couldn't help but laugh out loud at the thought of Umbridge's face, which was covered in tears, snot, and drool.
"She should stay quiet for a long time. It's more effective to instill fear deep in her heart than to force her into submission."
Hermione blinked quickly. "Thanks for the demonstration. I think I know how to deal with her now."
Vincent gave a knowing smile. "Should we rally the entire school to boycott her?"
Hermione puffed out her cheeks. "I don't have your kind of charisma."
Compared to directly destroying Umbridge's power base, publicly exposing her hypocrisy or launching a precise attack on her personal image seems more realistic.
Hermione thought carefully, her eyes sparkling with a lively light, as if tiny sparks were dancing within them. "It seems that Fudge and Umbridge have both overlooked something."
"whats the matter?"
“dubidubi video”.
The ban issued by the British Ministry of Magic is only valid within the UK, and Wayne Media has ostensibly severed ties with Wayne Enterprises. Therefore, accessing the platform only requires a simple "VPN".
Hermione's eyes brightened even more. "They're too concerned about the power they hold. They think that controlling traditional print media means they can control the channels of communication as before, but actually—"
“Stop.” Vincent reached out and gently tapped her forehead. “I understand what you mean, but the most important thing for us right now is to celebrate and party.”
Hermione stuck out her tongue playfully. "Okay, remember to give me Rita Skeeter's contact information later."
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