Chapter 614: Learning More Ancient Runes is Still Useful
In the Defence Against the Dark Arts office, Umbridge sat dazed on the floor, as if she couldn't process what had just happened. She only snapped out of it when a tingling sensation spread across her body.
"Damn it, you... how dare you..." she began to sputter.
Pop!
Another sharp sound rang out. A decorative plate with a kitten on it flew off the wall and smashed squarely onto Umbridge's head.
Then came a second plate, then a third.
It wasn't until the fourth plate was airborne that Umbridge finally remembered to duck. Scrambling to her feet, she darted about, frantically dodging the plates that had once been her treasured decorations.
Meanwhile, Kyle sat comfortably in the armchair, his wand in hand. He moved it slowly and deliberately, like a conductor directing a symphony.
Umbridge clenched her teeth in fury. She tried to speak, but every time she opened her mouth, a plate struck her. When she reached for her wand, another plate smacked her wrist, forcing her to retreat.
The plates, propelled by magic, hit with surprising force, drawing squeals of pain from Umbridge. For several moments, the room resounded with sharp cracks and crashes, resembling a chaotic fireworks display.
It wasn't until the last plate on the wall had been hurled that Umbridge, battered and bruised, slumped against the door, panting heavily. She glared at Kyle, her face contorted with rage.
"How dare you assault the Senior Undersecretary to the Minister for Magic..." she hissed through gritted teeth. "You will pay for this!"