Chapter 9: Dolores Umbridge (shovelgirlERB000)

DISCLAIMER: WE DON'T OWN HARRY POTTER. HARRY POTTER BELONGS TO J.K. ROWLING.


Know your mage, know your mage, know your mage…

The pink, pudgy witch stands stoutly in the centre of the stage… 'I am a member of the ministry of magic! I demand that you release me at ONCE' she shouts pointlessly, waving around a fat wand.

Dolores Umbridge…
… Is half Erkling (see Magical Beasts and Where to Find Them [Newt Scamander], page 27) …
"What! Who told you that?" she flusters, turning beet red at being revealed as a halfbreed, like the ones she hates so much before calming down.

"We must not tell lies now, must we?" she asks sweetly
Shut up, pink thing

She splutters in outrage

Dolores Umbridge…
… only likes cats because she has never had anyone to love and has become like the old cat woman who lives down your street…
"Who told you this! Who told you this!" she screams, her face turning red

"I demand on behalf of the ministry that you drop this stupid act and let me go!" she stamps her foot on the ground like a little child
Are you thinking what I'm thinking, George?
I believe I am, Fred
The twins smirk evilly before pulling the lever on the left.

A trapdoor we are now familiar with opens up beneath the pudgy pink horror and she falls into a deep black hole.

"Who's this?" asks McGonagall boredly.

"I demand on the ministry of magic that you release me at ONCE!" shouts the pudgy pink horror from the depths of the hole

"Nooooooo!" groan the holes previous inhabitants

Have fun, you three!


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