He can only bear it.

So, even though Fudge wanted to beat the bastard to death with a cane, he still had a smile on his face.

"Of course, Igor."

Fudge said with a smile on his face: "I can indeed control this situation, but at the same time, I also need a little help from you."

He's going to bleed.

…

That night.

Hogwarts.

In the Gryffindor student bedroom, the twins closed the bedpost curtains and showed malicious smiles.

George took out a box.

Fred looked at the box with burning eyes, waiting for the time-honored work they created this time, which had great possibilities for pranks.

Boggart box.

This is something they made by taking advantage of Boggart's characteristics, specifically to play tricks on others.

Originally, they planned to stuff this box into Ron's quilt to test the results.

But now, they have changed their minds.

Compared to their younger brother, they feel that Ms. Umbridge seems to be more disgusting.

They are willing to give this glorious trial qualification to Ms. Umbridge.

"What should we do?"

George said softly.

Fred thought about it seriously and said, "First we have to find out where she is."

"Then, we stuffed this thing into her bed."

George said with an excuse.
Chapter completed!