Chapter 538 Umbridge’S Halloween Adventure

At this time, Umbridge was experiencing an unexpected adventure.

Based on the information provided by Marietta, she came to the abandoned girls' bathroom on the second floor.

She carefully opened the door of the compartment and curiously poked her head in to check.

However, the moment she entered, the compartment door behind her suddenly slammed shut, startling her.

She hurriedly pushed the compartment door, only to find that it was firmly locked.

She touched her pocket again, and was horrified to find that her wand had disappeared at some point.

Umbridge sat on the toilet seat in the bathroom and began to think hard about how to get out of trouble.

Without her wand and the door being locked, she couldn't even [Apparate] to leave the school.

She felt a moment of despair, but then reminded herself to stay calm.

"Calm down, calm down, don't panic!" Umbridge took a deep breath, trying to calm down his emotions.

However, when she spoke again, she couldn't help shouting: "Help!"

"Hehe~" A light laughter came from mid-air, like a bell in the night wind, breaking the silence of the bathroom.

"McGonagall? Is it you? Did you kidnap me?!" Umbridge looked up suddenly, a trace of panic flashing in his eyes.

She originally thought it was Professor McGonagall, but what appeared in front of her was a female ghost——Myrtle.

"If I were you, I wouldn't scream like that." The female ghost said in a joking tone.

She crossed her legs and sat on the top of the wooden door, with a sly smile on her lips.

Her appearance made the already tense atmosphere even weirder.

"There are very few students here, and they are all having a Halloween dinner tonight..." Myrtle said slowly, "Even if you scream, no one will come to save you."

Umbridge's heart tightened after hearing this.

She said hurriedly: "Myrtle! Go and find Dumbledore for me..."

However, Myrtle did not move.

Tears suddenly welled up in her eyes, and crystal teardrops floated in the air. She muttered:

"Cruel! You actually asked me to go find Dumbledore!" Her voice gradually rose, becoming sharp and harsh, "Knowing that I couldn't...knowing that I...for a long, long time... None of them have eaten..."

Myrtle groped in her robe for a handkerchief, then buried her face in it and nuzzled her nose so loudly that the sound of her sobs echoed throughout the bathroom.

Seeing her like this, Umbridge felt more and more irritated.

She shouted impatiently: "Okay! Go find Dumbledore quickly, or I will kick you out too!"

"How dare you yell at me? How dare you yell at me!" screamed Myrtle, staring at Umbridge with wide eyes and disgust.

Myrtle suddenly stopped crying, a strange smile appeared on the corner of her mouth, and her tone became strange:

"You can actually get out of the toilet, and the pipe below can lead to the Black Lake. I sometimes go to the lake for a walk... Although once, someone pressed my toilet button when I was not prepared. To flush..."

As she spoke, she pointed at the toilet, and the smile on her face became more and more chilling.

Umbridge felt a wave of nausea wash over him.

She tried hard not to imagine Myrtle rushing down the sewer and into the lake with the toilet filth.

She has severe mysophobia and this kind of thing is simply intolerable to her.

She would rather die than let him fall into this situation!

"I don't want to... Hehe, then you have to be careful." Myrtle laughed, her voice echoing in the bathroom, "The game begins!"

As soon as she finished speaking, Myrtle plopped into the toilet, causing a splash of water. The water splashed onto Umbridge's robe without any bias, and the wet touch made her feel chilled.

Umbridge quickly took off his coat and threw it on the ground, not even wanting to touch it.

Myrtle's words let her know that she must find a way to save herself as soon as possible, otherwise the consequences would be disastrous.

She stood on the toilet and tried to use the power of the toilet to jump up and grab the top of the wooden door.

However, her strength was simply not enough and her body was too fat. She could not even do a pull-up.

She could only hang on the door like this, like a large toad with its arms stretched out, hanging there in embarrassment and embarrassment.

"Gulu gulu gulu~"

At this moment, a strange bubbling sound sounded, and the sound was mixed with a disgusting stench.

Umbridge couldn't help but look down. This sight immediately made her heart beat with fear and she wanted to die.

In the toilet, a stream of yellow-brown liquid was continuously gushing out. At first, it was just a flow of water as thick as a thumb, but after just a few seconds, the water surged, rolling like boiling water, and bubbling feverishly like boiling water.

"Bah!"

With a sharp sound, a huge, sticky object mixed with yellow water rushed out of the toilet like an out-of-control fountain.

The filthy liquid sprayed evenly on the floor and walls of the toilet, and even... evenly splashed on Umbridge's body.

Umbridge was stunned, as if time had frozen at this moment.

The toilet could not stop, it sprayed intermittently, and every spray made the despair in her heart deepen.

In this way, she was mercilessly surrounded by feces, and the scene had an absurd artistic atmosphere.

Her face was covered with a thick layer of sticky substance, like a homemade facial mask, and her whole body was even more wet, with yellowish-brown and bright red filth mixed together. "It gave people the feeling..." ..It was as if...as if a large basin of spoiled tomato and egg soup had been dumped on her from a height.

Spoiled yellow egg blossoms and fresh red crushed tomatoes splattered everywhere, turning her into a living "body art" exhibit.

She subconsciously stuck out her tongue and licked the dirt on her lips,

The astringent, bitter taste made her stomach churn.

"Ugh, vomit, vomit—"

Umbridge couldn't bear it anymore and vomited on the spot.

But before she finished vomiting, the ground suddenly shook, and there was a thumping sound under her feet.

She could guess the source of the sound—it was the sound of a septic tank exploding!

The drainage system of the whole school seemed to have lost control in an instant. The excrement of teachers and students, whether fermented or not, was flowing crazily upstream along the twisting water pipes.

They spewed out of the toilet, and the formation was like the eruption of volcanic lava, with unstoppable power.

These filthy things sprayed out densely and rapidly, as if a heavy Maxim machine gun was firing indiscriminately.

With a devastating momentum, they mercilessly penetrated into Umbridge's nose and mouth, leaving her unable to breathe or escape.

"I must be in hell!" Umbridge thought desperately.

This unprecedented situation, which challenged her psychological bottom line to the extreme, made her feel a strange calmness while being frightened. She even began to think wildly in this desperate situation.

"However, which level of hell does this scene of dung sea and crazy maggots belong to? Does it belong to the hell in the west or the underworld in the east?" She thought mockingly in her heart, "It seems that this is not mentioned in the legends about hell. As for the settings, this is too bad..."

At the same time, she also understood why Myrtle asked her if she could swim before leaving...

It turns out that she needs to struggle to survive in this cesspit, and may even need to swim in it.

At this moment, Umbridge suddenly calmed down.

Her brain was running rapidly, thinking about various possible ways to survive.

She thought a lot and understood a lot. This extreme despair and desire to survive made her suddenly see through life and life and death.

In just a few minutes, her state of mind seemed to have experienced fifty years of vicissitudes. She even began to view the disaster with a detached attitude.

"If some suffering is destined to be borne by someone, why can't it be me?" Umbridge held those disgusting excrements in his mouth, but ten strange insights came to his heart.

In this darkest and most desperate moment, her soul touched the edge of some kind of worldly truth.

Her heart was sublimated at this moment, and a sense of spiritual relief emerged spontaneously that transcended physical pain.

She felt that she was standing on a higher level [looking down at the turmoil and suffering in this world.

However, this feeling of sublimation did not last long.

Because Umbridge suddenly heard the sound of the auditorium door opening, followed by the chaotic footsteps of hundreds of people. That was the sound of students walking up the stairs step by step, their laughter reaching her ears through the thick walls.

Human beings' joys and sorrows are not the same. Umbridge only thinks that they are noisy.

At that moment, she didn't want to sublimate anymore.

She knew that Myrtle, and behind her, Peeves, would draw the students over to see her jokes.

Closer to home, Mrich didn't want her students to see her in such a miserable state.

Those dear students, what would they think of her if they saw her dirty and embarrassed?

Do they think she looks like a dog struggling in a manure pit?

These thoughts flashed through Umbridge's mind, causing her mood to hit rock bottom.

She suddenly realized that no matter how her heart sublimated and transcended, she 4.5 could not escape the shackles of this body and the cruelty of reality.

She must find a way to get out of the predicament as soon as possible, otherwise she will never be able to raise her head in front of the students.

In Umbridge's mind, Myrtle was a ghost that was usually harmless to humans and animals. The reason why she was being punished was because there must be someone behind the scenes - it shouldn't be a ghost.

If it were a human being, it would be difficult to talk about existences such as ghosts that were born out of obsession, so it could only be ghosts that drove her behind the scenes.

As for which ghost it is? Of course it can only be Peeves, who wants to play pranks on her with all kinds of strange props all day long.

Umbridge is ignorant, and she has never known that Peeves is not a real ghost, but a mischievous elf.

Of course, there is another huge possibility that keeps echoing in Umbridge's chaotic thoughts - could this trap, this carefully laid trap, be set by Zhang Qiu and Mary Lu?

"Marietta, she...she rebelled against the revolution?" Umbridge muttered to himself, but then denied himself.

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