On a gloomy afternoon, the sunlight was blocked by thick layers of clouds, with only occasional beams piercing through the gaps to shine upon the paths outside Hogwarts Castle. Umbridge sat in her small office, tightly gripping a letter from Rita Skeeter. On the parchment, Rita's twisted and hurried handwriting seemed to betray the anxiety and unease burning within the writer's heart.
Umbridge's brow was deeply furrowed, her eyes flashing with anger and helplessness. Ever since she had been caught with that enormous leverage by Iblis that night, she had been in a state of extreme agitation. That secret was like a ticking time bomb, ready to shatter her to pieces at any moment.
She dared not tell a soul about what happened that night, nor could she find Iblis, who had ostensibly been expelled. This helplessness and fear wrapped around her tightly like an invisible net.
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