Harry Potter and the Great Old Ones

Chapter 436 Time Reversal Experiment
“Paciweisley has never heard such a voice before.” Tierra sat in the headmaster’s office, having Dobby make her a cup of black tea without milk or sugar, and enjoying her pan-fried steak. “It was so hoarse, it sounded like a language that had been deliberately created.”

“Paciversley has been at Hogwarts for seven years, but he’s never heard a sound like that before,” Tyrell said in a flat voice, cutting a piece of steak. “It sounds like it’s coming from the other side of the wall, even through the thick walls of Hogwarts…”

……

Even through the thick walls of Hogwarts, Percy Weasley could hear the strong smell of blood in that hoarse voice.

Percy Weasley didn't know why such sounds were coming from inside Hogwarts Castle, but he felt no fear, apprehension, or unease; quite the opposite—

He felt this was his chance to prove himself, and that the sudden voice must be related to Dumbledore—

Perhaps... this is Dumbledore's secret weapon against the Ministry of Magic!
Percy thought excitedly, pressing his ear against the wall, moving step by step along the sound path—

Besides the hoarse voice, Parswell, who was pressed against the wall, also heard sporadic, crisp clattering sounds, like the sound of metal scraping against a pipe.

Following the sound, Parsevier walked and listened, and before he knew it, he had stepped into the abandoned girls' washroom on the second floor of Hogwarts Castle.

The hoarse voice ended there.

To be precise, the hoarse voice and the sporadic sounds of impact faded into the distance, further and further away...

Parswell stood blankly in the middle of the women's restroom, seemingly lost in thought.

……

“All Pasivesley knew was that the voice had disappeared,” Tiera said from the principal’s office, “but what he didn’t know was that he was already standing directly above the altar.”

“That’s the core of the entire evil plan, a gear that never stops turning,” Tiera continued to explain.

“It’s a pity that Myrtle doesn’t like Parsevisley and didn’t come out to guide him,” Tiera said, taking a sip of tea. “Whether it’s fortunate or unfortunate, Parsevisley will ultimately gain nothing.”

“Now let’s look at Umbridge’s side,” Tyella said. “Umbridge has decided to start with Professor Minerva McGonagall’s class, intending to kick Dumbledore’s right-hand woman out of Hogwarts.”

“Let’s see what the probability is that Umbridge’s side will encounter strange events—” Tierra threw the hundred-sided die onto Dumbledore’s desk again.

“What a pity…d100 (29)…” Tiera shook her head regretfully, “It was just an ordinary strange event—”

……

Finally, it was time for Transfiguration class. Professor McGonagall strode into the classroom, and judging from her expression, she seemed completely unconcerned about Umbridge sitting in the back row.

"Alright, everyone, please be quiet," Professor McGonagall began, and the classroom immediately fell silent. "Mr. Finnigan, please come and distribute the homework. Miss Brown, please take this box of mice... Don't be silly, girl, they won't bite you. Give one to each student—"

"Cough, cough!" Professor Umbridge coughed, the same silly cough she used to interrupt Dumbledore on the first night of school.

Professor McGonagall pretended not to hear.

Seamus returned Harry's paper to him.

Harry didn't look at him, took the paper, and breathed a sigh of relief when he saw that he had finally gotten an "A".

"Alright, students, listen carefully—Dean Thomas, if you keep messing with that mouse like that, I'll put you in solitary confinement—now, most of you can successfully cast the Vanishing Charm to make the snail disappear, and even those who still have a bit of snail shell left have grasped the key points of the spell. Today, we're going to—"

"Cough, cough," Professor Umbridge coughed.

"What?" Professor McGonagall said, turning around, her eyebrows meeting together as if forming a long, intimidating Gryffindor sword.

"Professor, I just want to know if you received my note, which notified you of the date and time of the investigation into your class attendance—"

“I obviously received that, otherwise I would have asked you what you were doing in my classroom.” Professor McGonagall said, then decisively turned her back to Professor Umbridge, and many students began to exchange joyful glances. “As I just said, today we are going to practice the more difficult Vanishing Rat Charm. Okay, here it is, Vanishing Charm—” “Cough, cough.”

“I don’t understand.” Professor McGonagall turned to Professor M.R., her voice cold and angry. “How can you understand my usual teaching methods if you keep interrupting me? You should know that I generally don’t allow others to speak when I’m speaking.”

Professor Umbridge looked as if she had been slapped in the face. She didn't speak, but instead straightened the parchment on her writing board and began to scribble hastily in a fit of rage.

Professor McGonagall, seemingly unconcerned, addressed the class once more: “As I just said, the Vanishing Charm becomes increasingly difficult to master as the animals it needs to vanish become more complex. Snails are invertebrates, so it's not very challenging, but mice are mammals, which makes it much more demanding. This isn't a spell you can accomplish while thinking about dinner. Alright, now that you know the spell, let's see how well you do.”

The students began their own practice, while Umbridge, in her high heels, started pacing back and forth, pacing back and forth, pacing back and forth—

One moment she was bending over, bringing her toad-like ugly face close to her classmate, the next she was gesturing to the Auror and the antidote master behind her to do some meaningless measurements, and finally Umbridge was writing and drawing something in her notebook.

……

“Umbridge was scribbling something in her notebook—” Tiella said, sitting in the headmaster’s office, “but apparently, she couldn’t find anything wrong with it, except for writing in her notebook that the teaching methods were too rigid—”

"So she resorted to idly bothering the students in the classroom, hoping to add some amusement through their tense, uneasy, and distressed expressions, when suddenly—"

Tiera smiled, took a sip of tea, paused, and then pulled a book out of thin air—

The Secrets of Worms

They began to recite the incantation within.

……

Suddenly, Draco Malfoy felt a sharp pain in his left arm, as if the location of the Dark Lord's mark was on fire.

"Ugh..." Malfoy didn't have time to think, and quickly covered his left hand—

Draco Malfoy completely forgot that he was still holding his wand in his right hand.

As Draco Malfoy swung his right hand, a spell was cast.

The spell struck Umbridge's protruding buttocks with lightning speed—

Umbridge jumped up as if pricked by a needle, bumping into the table in front of her. The students sitting in the rows in front of Umbridge were so startled that some jumped up, some screamed, and some had their spells thwarted.

Amidst the chaos, Umbridge felt a wave of weakness and exhaustion wash over her. She felt her body growing heavier, yet at the same time, her soul felt lighter and lighter—

Everything around became blurred, like a watercolor painting soaked in water.

The surrounding scenery changed little by little, as if the hands of time were rapidly rewinding.

Umbridge felt as if she had traversed the light and shadow of time, returning to her childhood, to the moment she first stepped into Hogwarts—

……

Sitting in the principal's office, Tierra pulled out a notebook and wrote:
"Time Rewind Experiment-1, Begin."

“Umbridge’s spiritual and mental dimensions are in good out-of-body condition.”

"Let's go back to thirty-seven years ago, to the moment when Umbridge first stepped into Hogwarts."

(End of this chapter)