Harry returns from Hogwarts Legacy

Chapter 338 Success
As a Gryffindor, Ron is very proactive.

Harry's invisibility cloak is with him, but Harry himself doesn't need it anyway. Ron occasionally uses the invisibility cloak to go out for some fresh air.

He pulled his two twin brothers aside in the dormitory and carefully devised a plan. They agreed to wait until 8 p.m., and if Harry didn't return, they would proceed with the original plan.

We waited until eight o'clock, but Harry still hadn't appeared.

Ron made up his mind.

Blood Mother Hell, let's do it!
With that thought in mind, he donned the invisibility cloak, met up with his two twin brothers in the common room, and left Gryffindor's common room.

"You two," the plump lady warned, "I hope you remember the password to come back, otherwise you know what will happen if you disturb my rest."

"Okay." The twins rolled their eyes. "Sometimes we miss the time when Sphinx wasn't here as a doorman. At least you weren't such a handful back then."

Before the plump lady could retort, the twins had already slipped away, laughing and joking.

As the main implementer of the plan, Ron certainly couldn't be exposed, and the portrait of the Fat Lady was obviously unable to see through the disguise of the invisibility cloak.

If she had those skills, would she still be hanging on the wall as a portrait?

Gringotts would probably slam the vault door shut for her, forcing her to open her hardened, gold-plated eyes and see who dared to sneak into the vault wearing an invisibility cloak.

Ron carefully slipped down the steps and made his way to the side of the Defense Against the Dark Arts classroom.

As the professor of Defense Against the Dark Arts (excluding the fifth year), Professor Umbridge naturally lives in the Defense Against the Dark Arts office.

The Defense Against the Dark Arts office is located inside the Defense Against the Dark Arts classroom; it's just up the steps.

He stood at the classroom door, waiting for the twins' movements.

After waiting for about five minutes, just when Ron thought his twin brothers were going to stand him up, suddenly, a tiny firework exploded from around the corner.

Immediately afterwards, the space in front of Professor Umbridge's doorway was filled with countless miniature fireworks.

It's the Weasley Swoosh-Boom Fireworks, invented by twins.

The sound of high heels came from behind the door; it was Professor Umbridge.

The door opened, and Ron saw Professor Umbridge's disgusting face.

Before Professor Umbridge could react, a black bomb appeared in front of her.

"What is this?" Umbridge muttered to himself as he leaned closer, only to have the bomb explode with a bang, revealing an even smaller bomb inside.

Umbridge's face, which looked like a frosted donkey dung ball, was blackened by the explosion. She exhaled a string of black smoke and glared at the smaller bomb through gritted teeth.

However, as soon as she took out her wand, she discovered that the bomb seemed to have grown legs and scurried away.

As a senior investigator at Hogwarts, Umbridge could not tolerate being fooled like this.

She angrily chased after the bomb, intending to catch the bastard who dared to tease her and teach him a lesson.

As a result, when she reached the corner, she felt as if she had stepped into a patch of mud.

Immediately afterwards, her body began to sink.

Ron saw Umbridge trapped in the portable swamp from afar, and he slipped inside through the open classroom door.

Ron stepped onto the stairs and pushed open the door to the Defense Against the Dark Arts office.

Come to think of it, Ron had been to the Defense Against the Dark Arts office several times before—he had also been there a few times when the previous three owners lived there.

During Gilderoy Lockhart's time there, the walls were plastered with his smiling portraits—and when Lady Vida Rosier stopped acting, the Defense Against the Dark Arts professor's office was decorated in a very formal style, like a noblewoman's room—of course, Lady Rosier herself was a noblewoman.

Since Lupin moved in, every time someone comes to see him, they have a chance to encounter some very interesting evil animal, locked in a cage or box.

When the imposter Moody stayed here, the room was filled with all sorts of gadgets and handicrafts used to detect other people's misbehavior and hiding places.

At this moment, the room was completely unrecognizable.

Everything was covered with lace-trimmed cloths and tablecloths, and there were several vases filled with dried flowers, each placed on a separate small cushion.

A set of decorative plates hangs on one wall, each plate featuring a brightly colored large cat, each wearing a different bow around its neck.

These things were so disgusting that Ron was truly disgusted and just stared at them blankly.

"What's this?" he muttered under his breath. "A particular fondness for cats... oh, what a traditional old witch image, it's disgusting—"

Okay, Ron defined... a certain unspeakable group before a certain eyeliner guy.

He forced himself to stop looking at the plates with cats on them and instead went to Umbridge's desk to look for them.

this?

No, this is a collection of cat photos...

This? No, it's Umbridge's teaching insights.

Ron felt like he would explode if he looked at it again after just one glance.

How can someone like this be a professor?
Ron thinks I could do it too.

And this? He rummaged through the drawer and found framed photos of Umbridge posing with her dirty cat.

However, Ron looked around but couldn't find even a single picture of a cat in the office.

He found a piece of writing that might be Umbridge recording her life? Anyway, the gist of it was that feeding stray cats made her feel elevated and that she was incredibly kind.

No, you?

Holy crap, what kind of thought process is this?

If you like cats so much, why don't you get one yourself? You're not a student without money...

Even Millicent from Slytherin has her own cat!
Compared to that, Ron suddenly found Millison, with her round face, to be kind of cute.

He shoved the paper back into place as if he'd been electrocuted, and continued searching. Finally, he found Umbridge's class report in a box not far away.

Ron flipped through them one by one, and the first entry was about Snape.

Ron thought she would say something nice about Snape, but... he discovered that Umbridge actually disliked Snape and even questioned his teaching abilities.

The second piece was written for Professor Flitwick. She didn't point out any problems with his teaching, but instead criticized his height.

The third report is about Professor Trelawney, the Divination teacher. She believes that Professor Trelawney is a fraud, a useless person who was brought into Hogwarts by Dumbledore and is just collecting a salary for nothing.

Uh……

Isn’t this a bit too much?

Even though Ron disliked Professor Trelawney, he still felt she didn't deserve such a fate.

Professor Trelawney is just a bit eccentric and likes to send out death notices, but that's about it.

He silently memorized the contents of all the reports and continued to the next one. Oh... the next report was about Professor Sprout, the professor of herbalism, and there wasn't much to say about her either; in short, it said she had a bad temper and wasn't suitable to be a professor.

No?

Professor Sprout has a bad temper?

Ron laughed.

He continued flipping through the pages, and at the next page was Professor McGonagall—who had even less to say.

Later, he finally found Professor Scamander's report.

The text above has several circles drawn on it, roughly meaning that Professor Scamander doesn't enjoy teaching at Hogwarts. He prefers a carefree life to being a professor, and only became involved in education because he was coerced by Dumbledore...

Ron scratched his head, thinking for a moment, but he didn't see the point in what Professor Scamander had made today...

What is her purpose in distorting the facts and giving irrelevant answers to Professor Scamander's questions?
Now that the target had been found, Ron carefully put the report back in its original place and then slowly walked out of Umbridge's office.

However, when he reached the steps, he discovered that Professor Umbridge had somehow returned to the classroom.

She looked somewhat disheveled, her hair was messy, and her feet, legs, and skirt were covered in mud. Her expression was also one of gritted teeth, as if she wanted to devour someone.

The problem now is that the steps are so narrow that only one person can pass at a time.

If he turns around and goes back to his office, Umbridge will definitely hear the door open.

Umbridge hadn't noticed him earlier, probably because Umbridge was quite far away and his opening of the door was rather subtle—but now things were different. Professor Umbridge had already climbed the steps, and the office door was right there.

what can we do about it?

As Umbridge drew closer, Ron gritted his teeth, anger rising within him, and malice took hold.

Oh shit……

The brave ones will be starved to death, and the timid ones will be starved to death!
He pulled out his wand from under his invisibility cloak, held his breath, and stared intently at Professor Umbridge as he approached.

When she reached his side, Ron suddenly roared.

"Stupefy!"

Professor Umbridge was completely oblivious to Ron; all she wanted to do was get back to her office, take a good shower, and find out who had been so audacious.

This left her completely unprepared for the spell. Ron's dazed fall landed squarely on her, and Umbridge groaned as she collapsed to the ground.

It's now!

Ron stepped aside from Umbridge and tightened his invisibility cloak.

He also remembered that he must not let the invisibility cloak fall off, lest it reveal his whereabouts.

Wearing an invisibility cloak, Ron arrived at the abandoned classroom on the second floor, which was the place he had arranged to meet with the Weasley twins.

His hands were still trembling uncontrollably as he went downstairs.

First, I was nervous; second, I was afraid.

There's no way around it, this is an attack on a professor!

Even if Umbridge isn't the most competent, she's still a professor!

Moreover, Umbridge is a senior investigator for the Ministry of Magic; if this were discovered, it would be a death sentence.

After entering the classroom, he ripped off his invisibility cloak.

Upon seeing Ron arrive, the twins exchanged a glance.

"So, little Ronnie?" the Weasley twins asked with a grin. "Did you find what you were looking for?"

“Found it,” Ron said, panting.

"What's wrong?" Fred asked. "You look nervous, and you're shaking a little? Good heavens, are you afraid of being found out by Umbridge? No way!"

"Yeah, really?" George teased. "You're already out, why are you still scared?"

“I…” Ron choked up.

"What's wrong with you?" the twins asked in unison.

"I just used a Stunning Charm on Umbridge!" Ron said through gritted teeth. "Don't just stand there and talk; try attacking the professor yourself!"

“Actually, we already did,” Fred said, spreading his hands. “When you were in first grade, the two of us attacked Quirrell with snowballs, remember?”

“Then try attacking a Ministry of Magic official!” Ron roared.

"Oh, come on, Ron!" George patted Ron on the shoulder. "So what if they're Ministry of Magic officials? Wasn't Varian stuck to Quirrell's head? So what? We still managed to smear snowballs all over his face. Do you really think attacking Ministry of Magic officials is a bigger deal than attacking Voldemort?"

Ron choked up immediately.

He admitted that the twins did have a damn good point.

Yeah, so what if we attacked Ministry of Magic officials? Can that be compared to attacking Voldemort?

“However,” the twins exchanged a glance and said in unison, “we must admit that you have truly impressed us, little Ronnie.”

"Huh?" Ron asked, scratching his head.

“I always thought you would just blend into the crowd,” Fred said, putting his arm around Ron’s shoulder.

“To become that kind of mediocre, unproductive person.” George put his arm around Ron’s shoulder from the right.

“But I never expected you to do something so amazing.” The twins exclaimed in unison, “Mommy, this is truly gratifying, Ron—you really are our little brother…”

"Go back now," Ron said weakly. "All I want to do right now is sleep, just a little while..."

“Alright,” the twins said with a grin. “Then put the Invisibility Cloak back on and follow us into the common room—and whatever you do, don’t tell anyone what happened tonight! Not even Hermione!”

"Why?" Ron asked.

George rolled his eyes.

“Ronald Weasley! You not only came up with such a dangerous plan, but you also dared to attack the professor!” He imitated Hermione’s tone perfectly, successfully amusing Fred and Ron.

It's so similar, especially the expression and tone of voice; it's practically a carbon copy of Hermione.

After laughing for a while, Ron asked again.

"And what about Harry?"

“Oh, Harry can do it,” Fred said, patting Ron on the shoulder. “He has plenty of experience attacking professors; after all, he was the one who hung Umbridge upside down in class, wasn’t he?”

(End of this chapter)