Chapter 362 Night Attack

Just when Umbridge was feeling proud of punishing an ugly cat,

a pair of dark hands suddenly stretched out from the darkness and put a cloth bag on Umbridge's head.

Everyone around Umbridge was startled, and several girls screamed instinctively. Everyone immediately scattered, looking at the almost invisible figure in the darkness and the pair of black hands exposed to the light in horror, their eyes full of fear.

You know, they were just beside Umbridge, and it stands to reason that the person who attacked Umbridge was so close that they should have discovered him long ago.

But that person came to him without anyone noticing.

'This must be a stealth master! '

Thinking of this, Harry suddenly felt a cold sweat on his back.

Umbridge, who was suddenly attacked on the other side, was also panicked at the moment, and hurriedly wanted to reach out to grab the sack on her head.

However, more people emerged from the darkness. They all wore Hogwarts school robes, but they did not wear anything that could prove that they belonged to the school. Moreover, each of them wore a snow-white baseball mask on their face, which looked extremely scary.

Several of them punched and kicked Umbridge, and Umbridge screamed continuously.

It was not until then that Umbridge remembered that she was a wizard. In the chaos, Umbridge waved the wand in her hand that was still flashing.

Seeing the light on Umbridge's wand becoming more and more intense, a red light flashed, and then the wand in Umbridge's hand flew out in a rotation.

The wand went out in mid-air, which made the corridor fall into darkness again.

In such darkness, there were constant sounds of fists and feet hitting the flesh and Umbridge's screams. These two sounds mixed together, which made Harry and others excited!

They didn't plan to save Umbridge!

"You're dead! You're dead! Ah! No matter who you are, I'm going to send you to Azkaban!"

Umbridge shouted. It was not known whether it was an illusion, but after Umbridge said that threatening word, Harry felt that the frequency of the sound of fists and feet colliding with flesh in the darkness seemed to become faster.

"Hit! Hit!"

In the darkness, Ron was clenching his fists to cheer for those masked men, wishing he could kick Umbridge himself.

And around them, there were actually many such people, but no one really dared to take revenge in the chaos.

They were all scared by Umbridge's punishment!

The miserable beating lasted less than five minutes, and Umbridge began to beg for mercy, and Harry heard that her voice was still getting weaker and weaker, and it looked like she was about to die. Seeing this ,

the masked men stopped one after another, and Umbridge finally stopped, stopped talking, and lay on the ground gasping for breath.

It seemed that she didn't even have the strength to reach out to lift the cloth bag on her head.

"Have a good sleep."

Mike, who was also wearing a black robe and a mask, said as he walked out of the darkness, and at the same time, he gestured with his right hand in the air.

A gray light shot out from his fingertips and hit Umbridge directly, knocking her unconscious.

Harry and others looked at the masked man who appeared last and could cast spells silently and without a wand with curiosity.

For some reason, Harry always felt that the voice of the masked man in front of him was particularly familiar. In addition, the other party could cast spells silently and without a wand, and a bright smile suddenly appeared on Harry's face.

He felt that he should have known the other party's identity!

"Mike..."

Harry instinctively wanted to call the other party's name, but Hermione next to him suddenly covered his mouth and made a "hush" gesture to him.

Harry, who had calmed down, also understood that if he had just called out Mike's name in public, it would definitely bring Mike great trouble.

You know, among these people present, there are many big mouths!

"Pop!"

With a crisp sound, a flame suddenly jumped up in the dark corridor.

Harry looked closely and saw that the masked man who had put Umbridge in the sack was now walking towards them with a bunch of flames in his hand, and the source of the flames in his hand was a lighter!

"Listen carefully! No one is allowed to tell anyone about what happened tonight!" The man deliberately lowered his voice and threatened Harry and others, "I have memorized your faces! If I find out that any of you dare to go out and talk nonsense, you will be the next to be beaten!"

Hearing this, many people looked at Umbridge lying on the ground with fear on their faces and nodded continuously.

Harry wanted to laugh very much, because based on the man's skin color, he already knew the other party's identity - Franklin!

On the other side, Mike did not approach Harry, but took advantage of Franklin's brainwashing to come to Mrs. Norris who was still struggling and screaming on the ground.

Umbridge used the Ear Folding Curse on Mrs. Norris, which is a curse that can be classified as a mischief spell. As the name suggests, its function is to make the ears of creatures wrinkle. For humans, this curse is nothing big except that it can bring some discomfort, but for creatures like cats, this curse can cause great pain to it, which is why Mrs. Norris is still screaming.

And because the Ear Folding Curse is a curse, it is extremely difficult to remove this curse, and ordinary spells don't work on it at all!

Looking at Mrs. Norris's miserable condition, Mike frowned under the mask.

He couldn't figure out why Umbridge would do this to such a cat.

"All curses are over."

As the spell sounded, strips of light floated from Mike's fingertips, wrapping Mrs. Norris in it.

At first, Mrs. Norris was still struggling because of the pain, but when those light strips quickly dispelled the curse, Mrs. Norris gradually calmed down.

Finally, Mrs. Norris regained her freedom, and the first thing she did after regaining her freedom was to jump onto Umbridge and paw at her exposed calves with her two claws!

The fainted Umbridge did not react at all. Seeing this, Mrs. Norris clawed at Umbridge's calf again, and she did not stop until she had scratched Umbridge's calf until it was bloody.

At this time, Franklin's ideological education of Harry and others was over. The masked people dispersed one after another, and Mike himself nodded to Harry and the other two and quickly left the crime scene, leaving Harry and the others alone, looking at each other, not knowing how to deal with it.

"Meow! Meow!"

Mrs. Norris kept calling in the direction where Mike left, and it sounded like she was saying thank you.

Hermione was moved and instinctively wanted to squat down and touch Mrs. Norris's head, but her hand was just stretched out when it was cleverly opened by the latter, who even hissed at Hermione.

"What should we do now?" Looking at Umbridge lying motionless on the ground, a boy said worriedly, "Should we tell Professor McGonagall? Or should we send her to the infirmary ourselves?"

"Are you crazy? She just tortured us, and now you want to send her to the infirmary? Doesn't the wound on your hand hurt?"

Ron retorted angrily, and the others around him were desperately agreeing.

"If you ask me, we should just pretend nothing happened and go back directly? As for Umbridge, let her sleep here for one night."

"That's right! Let's do it!"

"Yes, anyway, the masked man just told us that if we tell this to others, he will hit us with a club. If the professors really ask us this question, we can use this excuse to fool them!"

"That's right!"

"Let's do it!"

The classmates quickly reached a consensus, so everyone left the fourth floor happily, leaving Umbridge alone lying on the cold floor of Hogwarts with a sack on her head.

...

Near noon the next day, Umbridge was finally found by Slytherin classmates and sent to the infirmary.

After being rescued by Madam Pomfrey, Umbridge's injuries were also announced.

Internal bleeding, multiple fractures, severe bruises on the head, severe concussion...

Professional terms came out of Madam Pomfrey's mouth one by one, and McGonagall's head hurt a little.

Shaking her head, McGonagall cast her eyes on the onlookers who were whispering outside the infirmary. These people were having a heated discussion about Umbridge's injury at the moment, and there were even people who were describing Umbridge's miserable condition to everyone. As wonderful adjectives flew out of their mouths, there was laughter all around.

Seeing this, McGonagall's head hurt even more.

In fact, Slytherin was not the first to discover Umbridge. People from the other three colleges had already discovered Umbridge who had fainted in the corridor before them, but none of them chose to report to the professor. Instead, they all chose to watch the fun. Some bold people even stepped forward to lift the sack on Umbridge's head so that they could take a closer look at Umbridge's swollen head.

This is why these people can describe the scene so carefully now.

Afterwards, McGonagall also asked Filch, after all, the latter was the cleaner of Hogwarts. Logically, he was the latest person to discover Umbridge. After all, Filch did not know magic. In order to keep the castle clean, he had to get up before dawn every day to clean all the corridors and walls.

However, the answer from Filch was very strange, because he actually said that he did not go to the corridor on the fourth floor to clean that day because Mrs. Norris tried her best to stop him from going to the fourth floor.

McGonagall still believed what Filch said. After all, Hogwarts was Filch's only home. He didn't need to tell such a lie at all, because once the lie was exposed, he would be kicked out of Hogwarts and become a homeless vagrant.

Thinking of this, McGonagall pursed her lips tightly.

Dumbledore disappeared quietly, and did not appoint an interim principal before leaving. Now Hogwarts is leaderless and can only let himself take over.

But from the current situation, this job is not easy!

"Umbridge wakes up, she wants to see you!"

Madam Pomfrey came out of the ward and said to McGonagall.

Hearing this, McGonagall took a deep breath and followed Pomfrey into the ward.

She had no clue about the whole thing at all. Now she could only see what kind of information Umbridge could provide her.

Umbridge on the bed was miserable. Her face was wrapped in layers of gauze, leaving only her mouth and two eyes exposed. From the irregular bulge above, the flesh under the gauze should still be swollen.

From her neck down to her ankles, a lot of white plaster covered her, which made Umbridge look like those exquisite statues of ancient Greek figures.

"She's here."

Madam Pomfrey said coldly in Umbridge's ear, and the latter immediately became excited when she heard it. Her eyes kept rolling around and her lips kept trembling, as if she wanted to tell someone something.

But because of the injuries and gauze on her body, the sound she made was just a series of inaudible noises to others.

McGonagall frowned, waved her hand and spoke loudly to Umbridge.

"Ma... Buy... Sugar... Greed..."

Umbridge's vague words echoed in the ward. McGonagall and Pomfrey looked at each other, and both were shocked by the answer.

"Are you talking about McTownley?" McGonagall confirmed, "Did he attack you?"

Hearing this, Umbridge blinked frantically, and even tears oozed out of her eyes, looking very aggrieved.

"I know!"

Pursing her lips, Professor McGonagall strode out of the ward and said to a first-year Ravenclaw student under the curious gaze of countless students outside the door:

"Ask Mike to come to my office, now!"

As soon as these words came out, the students who were watching around exploded. Everyone shouted excitedly and cheered that a hero finally stood up to resist Umbridge!

Professor McGonagall left after giving the order, without any intention of dispersing the crowd.

Harry, who was hiding in the crowd, clenched his fists and said excitedly to Hermione beside him:

"I told you, that person last night must be Mike! Who else in Hogwarts can use silent spells and wandless spells so well?!"

"What are you so happy about?" Hermione rolled her eyes. "Now Professor McGonagall must have found evidence when she called Mike over. Mike is in trouble this time!"

Hearing this, the fiery look on Harry's face quickly cooled down, and he stood there frowning.

Ron, who was next to them, looked at Harry and Hermione with contempt, and said smugly:

"I really don't know what you are worrying about. Don't you know what kind of person Mike is? Professor McGonagall and Umbridge can't do anything to Max! In my opinion, instead of worrying about him here, we might as well find someone to join our cram school!"

Hermione and Harry nodded, and slowly squeezed out of the crowd, but the worry between their brows still did not dissipate, and it seemed that they did not easily believe what Ron said.