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At this time, Umbridge was experiencing an unexpected adventure.

Based on the information provided by Marietta, she came to the abandoned girls' bathroom on the second floor.

She carefully opened the door of the compartment and curiously poked her head in to check.

However, the moment she entered, the compartment door behind her suddenly slammed shut, startling her.

She hurriedly pushed the compartment door, only to find that it was firmly locked.

She touched her pocket again, and was horrified to find that her wand had disappeared at some point.

Umbridge sat on the toilet seat in the bathroom and began to think hard about how to escape.

Without her wand and the door locked, she couldn't even [Apparate] to leave the school.

She felt a moment of despair, but then reminded herself to stay calm

"Calm down, calm down, don't panic!"Umbridge took a deep breath, trying to calm down her emotions.

However, when she spoke again, she couldn't help shouting:"Help!!"

"Hee hee~" A light laughter came from mid-air, like a bell in the night wind, breaking the silence of the bathroom

"McGonagall? is it you? Did you kidnap me?!"Umbridge looked up suddenly, a trace of panic flashed in her eyes.

She originally thought it was Professor McGonagall, but what appeared in front of her at"230" was a female ghost-Myrtle.

"If I were you, I wouldn't call you that."The female ghost said in a joking tone.

She crossed her legs and sat on the top of the wooden door with a sly smile on her lips.

Her appearance made the already tense atmosphere even more weird.

"There are very few students here, and they are all having a Halloween party tonight.……"Myrtle said slowly,"Even if you scream, no one will come to save you."

Umbridge's heart tightened after hearing this.

She hurriedly said:"Myrtle! Go and help me find Dumbledore."……"

However, Myrtle did not move.

Tears suddenly welled up in her eyes, and crystal teardrops floated in the air. She muttered:

"stupid! You actually asked me to find Dumbledore!" Her voice gradually rose, becoming sharp and harsh,"Knowing that I couldn't... knowing that I... didn't eat for a long, long time...……"

Myrtle groped in her robe for her handkerchief, then buried her face in it and blew her nose so loudly that the sound of her sobs echoed throughout the washroom.

Seeing her like this, Umbridge felt more and more irritated.

She shouted impatiently:"Okay! Go find Dumbledore quickly, or I will kick you out too!""

"You actually yelled at me? How dare you yell at me! Myrtle screamed, her eyes widened and she stared at Umbridge with disgust.

Myrtle suddenly suppressed her tears, a strange smile appeared on the corner of her mouth, and her tone also became strange:

"You can actually get out of the toilet, and the pipes below lead to the Black Lake. I sometimes go for a walk in the lake... although once, someone flushed my toilet when I wasn't prepared.……"

As she spoke, she pointed at the toilet, and the smile on her face became more and more chilling.

Umbridge felt a wave of nausea wash over her.

She tried hard not to imagine Myrtle rushing down the sewer and into the lake with the toilet filth.

She has severe mysophobia and this kind of thing is simply intolerable to her.

She would rather die than put herself in this situation!

"I don’t want to... Hehe, then you have to be careful. Myrtle laughed, her voice echoing in the bathroom,"The game begins!""

As soon as she finished speaking, Myrtle plopped into the toilet, causing a splash of water. The water splashed onto Umbridge's robes without any bias, and the wet touch made her feel chilled.

Wu Mrich quickly took off his coat and threw it on the ground, not even wanting to touch it.

Myrtle's words told her that she must find a way to save herself as soon as possible, otherwise the consequences would be disastrous.

She stood on the toilet and tried to use the power of the toilet to jump Go up and grab the top of the wooden door.

However, her strength is not enough and her body is too fat. She can't even do a pull-up. In this way, she can only hang on the door, like a large toad with stretched arms. , hanging there in embarrassment and embarrassment

"Gurgling, gurgling, gurgling~"

At this moment, a strange bubbling sound sounded, and the sound was mixed with a disgusting stench.

Umbridge couldn't help but look down. This sight suddenly made her feel frightened, thinking I was ready to die.

In the toilet, a stream of yellowish-brown liquid was continuously gushing out. At first, it was just a flow of water as thick as a thumb, but after just a few seconds, the water surged and rolled like boiling water, as enthusiastically as boiling water. bubbling

"Bah!"

With a sharp sound, a huge, sticky object mixed with yellow water, like an out-of-control fountain, violently rushed out of the toilet.

The filthy liquid sprayed evenly on the toilet floor. On the wall, even... it spattered on Umbridge's body impartially.

Umbridge was stunned, as if time had frozen at this moment.

The toilet could not stop, spraying intermittently, every time Each squirt made her despair deepen.

Just like that, she was mercilessly surrounded by feces. The scene had an absurd artistic atmosphere.

Her face was covered with a thick layer of feces, like a homemade facial mask. A sticky object, and her whole body was even more wet. The yellowish-brown and bright red filth were mixed together, giving people the feeling...as if...like a large basin of spoiled tomato and egg soup being dumped from a height. On her body.

Spoiled yellow egg blossoms and fresh red crushed tomatoes splashed everywhere, turning her into a living"body art" exhibit.

She subconsciously stuck out her tongue and licked the dirt on her lips , that astringent, bitter touch made her stomach churn.

"vomit vomit vomit——"

Umbridge couldn't bear it any longer and vomited it out on the spot.

But before she finished vomiting, the ground suddenly shook, and there was a thumping sound under her feet.

She could guess the source of the sound - it was the sound of a septic tank exploding!

The drainage system of the whole school seemed to have lost control in an instant. The excrement of teachers and students, whether fermented or not, was flowing crazily upstream along the twisting water pipes.

They spurted out of the toilet, and the formation was like the eruption of volcanic lava, with unstoppable power. (To read exciting novels, go to Feilu Novel Network!)

These filthy things sprayed out densely and rapidly, as if a heavy Maxim machine gun was firing indiscriminately.

With a devastating momentum, they mercilessly drilled into Umbridge's nose and mouth, leaving her unable to breathe or escape.

"I must be in hell! Umbridge thought desperately in her heart.

This unprecedented situation that challenged her psychological bottom line made her feel a strange sense of calmness in addition to the panic. She even began to think wildly in this desperate situation.

"However, to which level of hell does this scene of crazy maggots in a sea of ​​dung belong? Is it the hell of the West or the underworld of the East? She thought mockingly to herself,"It seems that this setting is not mentioned in the legend about hell. This is too bad."……"

At the same time, she also understood why Myrtle asked her if she could swim before she left.....

It turns out that she needs to struggle to survive in this cesspit, and may even need to swim in it.

At this moment, Umbridge suddenly calmed down.

Her brain was running rapidly, thinking of various possible ways to survive.

She thought a lot and understood a lot. This extreme despair and desire to survive made her suddenly see through life and life and death.

In these few minutes, her state of mind seemed to have experienced fifty years of vicissitudes. She even began to view the disaster with a detached attitude

"If some suffering is destined to be borne by someone, why can't it be me?"Umbridge held those disgusting excrements in her mouth, but a strange understanding came to her heart.

In this darkest and most desperate moment, her soul touched the edge of some kind of truth in the world..

Her heart was sublimated at this moment, and a sense of spiritual relief emerged that transcended physical pain.

She felt that she was standing in a higher realm, overlooking the chaos and suffering in the world.[]

However, this feeling of sublimation did not last long.

Because Umbridge suddenly heard the sound of the auditorium door opening, followed by the chaotic footsteps of hundreds of people. That was the sound of students walking up the stairs step by step, their laughter reaching her ears through the thick walls.

Human beings' joys and sorrows are not the same, and Umbridge only thinks that they are noisy.

At that moment, she didn't want to sublimate anymore.

She knew that Myrtle, and Peeves behind her, would draw students over to see her jokes.

Closer to home, Umbridge didn't want her students to see her in such a mess.

Those dear students, what would they think of her if they saw her dirty and embarrassed?

Do they think she looks like a dog struggling in a manure pit?

These thoughts flashed through Umbridge's mind, causing her mood to hit rock bottom instantly.

She suddenly realized that no matter how her heart sublimated and transcended, she could not escape the shackles of this body and the cruelty of reality.

She must find a way to get out of the predicament as soon as possible, otherwise she will never be able to hold her head up in front of the students.

In Umbridge's mind, Myrtle was a ghost that was usually harmless to humans and animals, so the reason why she was being punished was because there must be someone behind the scenes - no, it should be a ghost.

If it were a human being, it would be difficult to talk about an existence like a ghost that was born out of obsession, so it could only be a ghost driving her behind the scenes.

As for which ghost it is? Of course it could only be Peeves, who wanted to play pranks on her with all kinds of strange props all day long.

Umbridge is uneducated and has never known that Peeves is not a real ghost, but a prankster.

Of course, there is another huge possibility that keeps echoing in Umbridge's chaotic thoughts - could this trap, this carefully laid trap, be set by Zhang Qiu and Marietta?

"Marietta, she...she rebelled against the revolution?"Umbridge muttered to herself, but then denied herself.

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