The God of Ice and Fire at Hogwarts

At the same time that George pulled out his broomstick, Fred also took out a Nimbus 2000 broomstick from behind and stepped on it simultaneously with George.

Fred and George kicked off their feet, and the Nimbus 2000 under them was like an arrow from a string, shooting out with them, passing over the heads of the young wizards outside the auditorium door, and flying straight towards the castle. door.

Seeing Fred and George, two warriors who dared to resist Umbridge and were about to escape successfully, all the little wizards generously gave their applause and cheers.

In the auditorium, Umbridge and Filch turned green as they looked at the Weasley twins, who were like stars holding the moon, and the little wizards who were turning toward them.

"Oops, stop those magic fireworks! The water is as clear as a spring!"

Umbridge didn't have time to lose her temper with the little wizards. When she saw the fuse that was about to burn to the first box containing magic fireworks, her expression changed and she immediately waved her wand.

A clear spring appeared out of thin air and poured in the direction of the lead.

However, it was too late. When the clear spring appeared, the lead had already penetrated into the first box and ignited all the magic fireworks inside.

The heat spread from the ignited magic fireworks burned the fuses into other boxes, igniting the magic fireworks in other boxes.

In just thirty seconds, one hundred boxes of magic fireworks were all ignited. Looking at the magic fireworks scattered like stars in the sky, Umbridge despaired.

These magical fireworks are flying everywhere in every corner of Hogwarts Castle. With the blessing of the alchemy circle, they can burn for a day and night without going out.

Umbridge turned around and looked at the little wizards who were scattering at the door of the auditorium. She wanted to stop them, but she was unable to do so.

What's more, now she just wants to wash away the stench of those shit bombs from her body.

Throughout the morning, countless magic fireworks were flying around in every classroom.

But none of the professors took action to extinguish those magic fireworks.

"Oh my God, my God," Professor McGonagall said sarcastically in the Transfiguration class, when a magical firework in the form of a fire dragon was flying around her classroom, making loud explosions and spitting out flames, "Miss Brown, please Can you run and tell the principal that there is a magic firework that slipped through the net in our classroom?"

As a result, Umbridge spent the whole day running around the school to deal with the requests of other professors.

Without her, none of these professors seemed able to clear away the magic fireworks in their classrooms.

After the last class in the afternoon, many young wizards gloated to see Umbridge, disheveled and blackened by fireworks, staggering out of Professor Flitwick's classroom with sweat on his head.

"Thank you very much, Professor!" Professor Flitwick said in a high-pitched voice. "Of course, I can clear these fireworks sticks myself, but I am not sure whether I have this power."

With a smile on his face, he closed the classroom door in front of Umbridge, who had dirty hands and stinking of dung bombs.

By the way, even if Umbridge soaked herself in the bathroom for an hour and kept cleaning herself, she still couldn't get rid of the stench on her body.

The dung bombs improved by Fred and George are not that easy to clear. The dense alchemy circle covering the dung bomb shell is enough to illustrate this point.

If anyone could see the alchemy arrays with dung bomb casings, they would all have to shout that it was a waste of natural resources.

After all, engraving so many alchemical formations with powerful effects on prank products like dung bombs is a waste of both the function of the alchemical formations and their talents...

Umbridge suffered such a setback on her first day as principal, which made the young wizards of Slytherin House who were pursuing fame and fortune begin to look down on Umbridge.

Even though the families of some young wizards from Slytherin House support Fudge to continue to be the Minister of Magic and even use Fudge to make profits for themselves, they really look down on this man who can't even handle two students and is doused. A pink toad covered in shit.

It took half a month for the stench from Umbridge's body to gradually disappear.

In the days that followed, the little wizards at Hogwarts Castle hoped that a second "Fred and George" would step forward and teach Umbridge a lesson.

But unfortunately, their expectations were dashed.

Umbridge's dictatorship made the little wizards in the castle miserable, but not every little wizard could be as free and easy as Fred and George, who dropped out of school at the drop of a hat.

After all, life is...

muddle along……

Just pass it if you can...

Can't pass...

You can still get by if you endure it...

Fortunately, the professors in Hogwarts Castle were very kind to them. Even Professor McGonagall, who used to be extremely stern, and Professor Snape, who was full of snake venom, became friendly in the eyes of these young wizards.

Time soon came to February, and the sixth-grade little wizard’s first Apparition class was finally about to take place.

In order to give the little wizards enough space to practice Apparition, the first Apparition lesson for the sixth-grade wizards was arranged on the Quidditch pitch on Saturday morning.

On Saturday morning, when Lin came to the Quidditch pitch, he saw many nervous sixth-year wizards gathered around Professor McGonagall, Professor Snape, Professor Flitwick and Professor Sprout. In front of these four deans and a little wizard.

"Lynn, here!"

Irwin, who was standing among the crowd, waved to Linn.

Linn came to Irwin and turned his attention to the little wizard standing side by side with the four deans.

Obviously, the little wizard was the instructor of the Apparition class sent by the Ministry of Magic.

The instructor looked extremely pale, with transparent eyelashes and slender hair. He had an unreal feeling, as if a gust of wind would blow him away.

After about ten minutes, all the sixth-grade wizards who had signed up for the Apparition class arrived.

However, in addition to being nervous, they seemed to be very excited. They were discussing among themselves, imagining how they should learn to apparate, and how to use this ability after learning to apparate.

"Quiet! Everyone, quiet down!"

It wasn't until Professor McGonagall's majestic voice sounded that these little wizards closed their mouths and looked obediently at Professor McGonagall and the other four deans, as well as the advisor.