Hogwarts: Don't call me the Staff Maker

Chapter 580 The Weasley Brothers' Determination

Chapter 580 The Weasley Brothers' Determination

Harry spent more time in Professor McGonagall's office than the others, and it wasn't until after Divination class that Sirens saw him running over, panting.

However, he didn't look too good, and as soon as he saw Siren, he couldn't help but say, "Guess who I saw in Professor McGonagall's office."

"Professor McGonagall?"

"It's Umbridge!" Harry said angrily. "She's like she's deliberately picking a fight, arguing with everything I say."

"She even has to worry about this?" Ron frowned. "Harry, how did you handle it?"

"I didn't do anything," Harry said. "It was Professor McGonagall. I've never seen Professor McGonagall so angry before."

"Umbridge said I did very poorly in her class and it was impossible for me to get the N.E.W.T. certificate for Defense Against the Dark Arts."

"She's talking nonsense!" Hermione, who had just finished her math class and rushed over, couldn't help but say, "We all know that your Defense Against the Dark Arts grades have always been excellent."

"Thank you, Professor McGonagall said so too." Harry smiled. "She told Umbridge that I got high marks on all the Defense Against the Dark Arts exams set by those competent teachers."

Everyone was stunned.

Because Professor McGonagall's words were essentially telling Umbridge that she was not a competent professor.

"Professor McGonagall really said that?" Ron asked, somewhat incredulously.

“Absolutely,” Harry said, glancing at Siron. “You’d better watch out when you go to the office later; they were still arguing when I came out just now.”

Ron and Hermione went to Professor McGonagall's office after lunch, while Cyron followed behind Harry, and he was also the last person in the fifth year.

"Don't worry, I'll wait until they've finished arguing before I go in," Xilun said, waving as he walked upstairs.

"You shouldn't need to wait," Hermione said from behind. "Don't forget, our next class is Defense Against the Dark Arts, and Umbridge will definitely be back for class."

"Oh, I almost forgot about that." Ron, who had been quite happy just now, immediately looked dejected upon hearing the news.

"I envy Siren. She gets to skip one of Umbridge's classes. Why can I only receive instruction during breaks?"

"Probably because Professor McGonagall thinks you shouldn't miss any classes," Hermione glanced at him.

Meanwhile, as Celen arrived at Professor McGonagall's office, Umbridge was just coming out.

Her face was flushed and she was panting, as if she had just finished a running race.

When she saw Xiren, she paused abruptly, her steps faltering.

"Good afternoon, Professor Umbridge," Siren greeted with a smile. "You look very well."

Umbridge's face turned even redder, like an inflated red balloon. She said nothing and strode downstairs, but as she passed Siron, a flash of undisguised hatred and resentment crossed her eyes.

"That's really rude," Siren said, without making a conscious effort to lower his voice.

The footsteps behind them grew louder.

"You shouldn't have provoked her on purpose," Professor McGonagall said as she came out of her office. "As far as I know, Umbridge isn't a very magnanimous person."

"It's okay, she won't dare to do anything to me for now," Celen said.

"I just don't dare to for now," Professor McGonagall said. "Being targeted by someone like that is never a good thing. You'd better be more careful in the future."

"But you don't need to worry too much. Umbridge's confidence comes from that incompetent minister, Fudge. If given the chance, I will—"

She suddenly stopped talking and opened the office door. "Okay, come in quickly. I'm so glad I don't have to work with her anymore."

"Ah, okay," Siren said, glancing back thoughtfully. But by then, Umbridge had already vanished.

He walked into Professor McGonagall's office and sat down in the chair opposite her desk.

The last time I came, this table was covered with students' homework, as well as various books and newspapers related to Transfiguration.

Now all those things are gone, and the table is filled with more brochures than in the common room.

Before Siron could even examine them closely, Professor McGonagall had already collected them all.

“You certainly don’t need this, do you?” Professor McGonagall said in a light tone. “To be honest, I didn’t even think of putting your name on the notice at first, but Dumbledore thought that being too different from your peers might not be a good thing.”

She quickly gathered all the booklets and put them into an open box next to her, then put the previous homework and books back on the table.

After finishing all that, Professor McGonagall looked up and saw that Celen was still sitting there.

"What are you still doing here?"

"Is that all?" Xilun asked in a low voice.

"What else?" Professor McGonagall said matter-of-factly. "Do you want to hear about the salary and benefits of Gringotts' anti-curse officers, or what dangers you'll encounter training troll security guards?"

"Ah, no need—"

"Very good." Professor McGonagall nodded in satisfaction. "Now you can go about your business. Remember to close the door for me."

Before Siron could even settle into his seat, Professor McGonagall kicked him out.

However, to be honest, he really didn't need any job guidance; this trip was just a formality.

Classes had already started, and there was no one in the corridor.

Siren certainly wasn't going back to Defense Against the Dark Arts class, and not wanting to idly wander around the castle, he simply went straight back to the common room.

To Xilun's surprise, there were still people in the common room during class time.

"Fred, George?"

Xilun called out, and the two immediately turned around.

"What are you doing here?" Siren asked.

"Of course, it's to prepare a special gift for Umbridge," Fred said, opening his hand to reveal a sticky, vomit-like substance.

"A portable swamp," George introduced with a smile, "the latest product from Weasley's Magic Tricks Studio."

"We decided to use it to teach Umbridge a lesson he would never forget."

"And by the way, let's call it GG."

"Wait a minute." Xiren narrowed his eyes. "Does 'GG' mean you're not planning to hide yourselves this time?"

"Someone has to stand up against Umbridge," Fred said calmly.

George smiled. "We'll tell her that not everyone has to obey the Ministry of Magic's orders."

"The school exams are coming up soon," Celen said.

"You know, we don't care about certificates," Fred said.

"Of course I know, but I don't think it's necessary," Celen said. "And most importantly, I have another plan that might require your help."

"Oh?" Fred and George exchanged a glance, their interest immediately piqued. "Tell me about it."

"No rush." ​​Xiren shook his head. "For some reasons, this plan can only be implemented after the exams are over."