People in Hogwarts, holding scripts and systems

"Thank you, Argus," Umbridge said to Filch kindly.

After she arranged the parchment, she pointed to two chairs and said stiffly, "Sit down. What would you like to drink? Tea, coffee, pumpkin juice?"

Each time Umbridge said something, she stirred the glass with her wand, and Harry felt sure he had heard it wrong.

"Two cups of tea, no sugar, thank you." Afro sat down calmly, looking as comfortable as if he was ordering food from a waiter in a cafe.

Umbridge's eye twitched, and she stood up in a pretentious manner, turned her back to them and poured two cups of tea.

"With all the unfortunate things that happened yesterday, I thought we should talk."

Aphrodite lifted the cup and swung it around her lips, then placed it on the table. Harry saw her move and immediately put the cup down, not daring to drink it at all.

"Why don't you drink it? Is it not tasty?" Umbridge had a fake smile on her face, which was both sinister and kind.

"I'm not used to it. We use Fortnum Masons at home."

Harry could see Umbridge's smile froze.

"Well," she leaned forward and whispered, "Mr. Potter, Miss Campbell, you and Dumbledore have a close relationship, right?"

Harry frowned and pretended to be busy drinking his tea.

"An ordinary relationship between a student and the principal." Afro stared into her eyes and said calmly.

Umbridge was not happy. The cup was placed on the saucer with a click. She asked anxiously, "Where is Dumbledore?"

"You ask me? I don't know either." Afro shrugged his shoulders and slowly stirred the tea in the cup with the spoon in his hand.

The air suddenly became quiet, and they stared at each other for a long time. Afro felt that her tears were about to fall.

Harry's thoughts were already on how to fake illness to avoid Snape's training.

I wonder if Fred and George's quick-acting skipping candy can help him.

"Well, then." Umbridge stood up suddenly, her eyes still staring at them, "I believe you this time, but I still have to remind you, if I find any evidence ..."

Boom!

The ceiling and floor of the entire room began to shake violently. Umbridge grabbed the edge of the table tightly and roared angrily.

"what happened!"

She waved her wand and stared at the door.

"You two go back and eat!"

Avro and Harry heard the commotion coming from downstairs and they let Umbridge walk away for a few seconds before running out to see what was going on.

There was chaos in the hallway. A box of magical fireworks was lit. Some green and gold fire dragons flew around in the corridor, occasionally spewing out bright red gas and making huge explosions.

The firework sticks automatically wrote curse words in the air, the rockets bounced off the wall with tails like silver stars, and the wheel-shaped fireworks rotated at high speed and flew through the air.

These fireworks will not burn out, but will only accumulate more energy and magic over time.

"Let me help you, Headmaster!" Flint raised his wand and cast a stunning spell on the rocket. The rocket did not stop, but exploded in the air.

"Don't use a Stunning Charm on them, Flint!" Umbridge shouted angrily, as they stood on the lower flight of stairs, too frightened to move.

"Filch, think of something!"

Filch rushed to a stairwell, pulled out several brooms, and frantically hit the fireworks in the air.

After a few seconds, all the brooms were on fire.

Afro pulled Harry, who was laughing so hard that he couldn't straighten his back, and ran along the corridor towards a classroom.

Sure enough, Fred and George's voices came from behind the classroom door. They listened to Umbridge and Filch yelling and trying hard to hold back their laughter, which made them tremble.

"That's really great!" Harry gave a thumbs up and laughed, "Great...really great..."

"You will destroy Dr. Filiba's business if you do this." Afro picked up a firework stick, lit it with his magic wand, and threw it out through the crack in the door.

It hit Flint's hair right as he was dancing.

“But it was indeed a unique fireworks show.”

"Thank you, sweetheart." George wiped away the tears of laughter on his face, bent down and kissed her gently on the face, "What did she want from you?"

"Drink tea."

Harry crouched down, curiously examining the remaining fireworks, "Some undrinkable tea to be exact."

"What did she add to it?" Fred quickly packed up the stolen goods and took out a pen and paper to record the effects of each firework.

"Veritaserum, but..." Afro smiled and ruffled the frightened Harry's hair, lengthening the ending of the tone to keep it mysterious enough.

"Snape would never give her such a precious potion, and she doesn't know about it." George helped Afro wipe away the tears from the corners of her eyes and left his own mark on them.

"Don't bite our baby!" Fred hit George hard for stealing the food and reached out to wipe the saliva from the corner of the girl's eyes.

On Umbridge's first morning as Headmistress, she had to deal with requests from other professors who wanted to deal with fireworks, as if none of them could do it without her.

Harry was delighted to see Umbridge, looking dusty and dishevelled, in every corner of the school, staggering out of Flitwick's classroom.

"Oh! Professor! I can certainly handle that, but I don't know if I have the right to do so."

As he said this, Flitwick smiled and closed the office door in front of Umbridge.

After returning to Gryffindor that evening, Fred and George were welcomed into the house with a hero's ceremony. They took this opportunity to start promoting their new product.

"Hermione, if you buy it, we can give you a friendly price!" Fred was accepting the noisy students' orders, "It can be bought for five Galleons..."

"Fireworks are wonderful, but I advise you to be more restrained."

"It doesn't matter, we'll enjoy our freedom to the fullest!"

Hermione returned to her desk and said to Harry and Ron, who were sitting in their chairs staring at their bags, "You can relax tonight."

"You're not sick, are you?" Ron looked at her suspiciously, not understanding why Hermione, who always liked to do homework, was acting so abnormally.

Hermione waved at him cheerfully, "Well... I found a little rebellious feeling."

Ron watched in confusion as Hermione ran happily up the stairs.

"She received a letter from Krum..." Afro bound the parchment papers filled with writings together, then took out another piece of paper and began to write a list of medicines.

"Token? What token?"

"Of course it's a token of love."