Hogwarts: Don't call me the Staff Maker

Chapter 558 The Weasley Brothers' Scheme

Chapter 558 The Weasley Brothers' Scheme

When they first returned, both Harry and the Weasley brothers were very nervous, wondering if Professor McGonagall would see through their tricks.

Only if Professor McGonagall agrees will this matter be considered resolved satisfactorily; otherwise, when Umbridge returns, she will surely punish Harry even more severely, which is not worth it.

Fortunately, Professor McGonagall didn't notice—or perhaps she did, but just didn't say anything.

But in any case, Harry can finally continue to participate in this Quidditch match with a legitimate reason.

The arrival of the three meant that the match, which was ten minutes late, was finally about to begin.

Soon, amidst deafening cheers from the stands, both teams entered the field simultaneously and took to the sky after Ms. Hooch blew her whistle.

Twenty minutes later, the match ended.

With his Firebolt, Harry easily caught the Golden Snitch and ended the contest.

Cedric looked somewhat frustrated; after all, he had spotted the Golden Snitch first, but his broom was significantly slower than the Firebolt. Even with his best efforts to accelerate, he watched helplessly as Harry caught the Snitch by a mere few inches.

However, after the team members landed, he still smiled and congratulated Harry.

"We should thank you," Harry said. "If you hadn't agreed to postpone the match, we might have been forfeited long ago."

"Isn't this a perfectly normal decision?" Cedric said matter-of-factly. "Anyone would agree to it."

"That's not necessarily true," Harry muttered to himself.

But before he could say anything, a girl ran over.

It was Ravenclaw's Seeker, Cho Chang. She smiled politely at Harry, then naturally took Cedric's arm and whispered something to him—probably comforting him.

For some reason, Harry's joy at winning the game suddenly vanished, and he even felt a strange sense of irritation.

Especially when he watched Cedric and Cho Chang leave the Quidditch pitch chatting and laughing, he even subconsciously thought that he would rather be locked up in the castle.

Strange, why would he have such a thought?

"Oh, our great hero, what are you still doing here!"

Just then, Fred suddenly burst in from outside, still wearing his team uniform.

"Hurry up, it's time for the celebration." George also came in from outside.

"We're 280 points ahead of second place! If everything goes smoothly, we're guaranteed to win the Quidditch Cup this year!"

It seems that most Gryffindor students thought so. Back in the warm castle, they immediately launched into a wild party in the common room.

From afternoon until evening, Harry was also affected by the lively atmosphere, temporarily forgetting the disturbing scene in the Quidditch pitch.

"Speaking of which, where's Umbridge?" Siren asked Fred curiously.

"Who knows?" Fred shrugged and chuckled. "Anyway, she's definitely not in the castle."

"Maybe she really has gone back to the Ministry of Magic," George said.

Seeing that they didn't want to talk about it, Xilun didn't ask any further.

Hermione didn't seem willing to give up, but no matter how much she pressed them, Fred and George either pretended not to hear or remained silent.

She then asked Harry, but Harry himself didn't know. He only said that he had simply gone to the Defense Against the Dark Arts office at the appointed time, as agreed beforehand.

Umbridge seemed to have vanished into thin air; he didn't show up all day.

What's even more interesting is that neither the students nor the professors seemed to care about this matter, and no one thought of going to find her.

Even Hermione only wanted to know if Fred and George had done anything against the school rules, and whether Umbridge was still alive, nothing more.

Umbridge, who had been missing for two days, finally returned the following evening.

She was brought back by Filch, and according to sources, when she first appeared in the castle, she was a completely different person. She was disheveled, pale, and reeked of an unpleasant odor.

"It is said that Filch was cleaning up the dung balls stuck to the wall when he accidentally heard a faint cry for help coming from behind the wall, which is how he rescued Umbridge who was trapped inside."

In the Gryffindor common room, Colin Crevey was describing the information he had gathered to everyone.

"I really don't know how Professor Umbridge got inside the wall."

Everyone was thinking about the problem, and no one noticed that Fred and George next to them were practically craning their necks to the ceiling.

This is their masterpiece, but for some reason they can't share it with everyone—which is truly a pity.

Celen glanced at Fred and George beside him.

"You did this?"

"A secret passage." Having finally found someone to talk to, George immediately lowered his voice and said.

"A secret passage?"

"It's on the Marauder's Map," Fred said. "If you look closely, you'll find a secret passage leading to Hogsmeade behind the mirror on the fifth floor of the castle."

"I know," Xiren nodded, "but didn't you say that secret passage was blocked?"

"That's right," Fred said, "but the secret passage is blocked inside, while the entrance remains."

"So you locked Umbridge up inside?"

"No, no, no," George shook his finger. "How could we do such a thing?"

"Professor Umbridge went in on her own," Fred said, "because she received an anonymous tip."

"What are you reporting?"

"Yes, Dumbledore is planning to overthrow the Ministry of Magic by force and has hidden a batch of secret weapons at Hogwarts," George said. "Oh, and there's a treasure map in the whistleblower's letter as well."

"She believed it?" Xiren asked, somewhat incredulous.

If Dumbledore wants to overthrow the Ministry of Magic by force, does he really need some secret weapon?

Isn't that just a matter of lifting a finger?

"Of course she believed it, completely and utterly," Fred sneered. "However, the whistleblower letter only contained the password to enter the secret passage, but not the password to get out."

Xilun almost laughed.

No wonder Umbridge was so furious when she was first rescued; her shouts could be heard halfway across the castle.

"So, the dung beetle on the fifth floor—"

"That's right, we threw it too."

George suddenly sighed. "We thought someone would find Umbridge soon, or that she'd find a way out of the secret passage herself. After all, the password to get out is engraved on the third brick on the left behind the mirror. But we didn't expect—ha—"

George didn't continue, but just gave a mocking laugh.

"Who would have thought that the Deputy Minister of Magic couldn't even crack such a simple secret passage password?"