A/N: Hello! Please re-read Chapter Twenty-Five before diving into this. Anyway, this is one of the longest chapters I have ever written, and it's currently 2:14 am here. I started writing at 10 am, so it's been quite the journey! Anyway, I hope you'll take a moment to vote and comment, even though this chapter might seem a bit lengthy and could potentially bore you. But hey, we're nearing the end!
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The tale of Fred and George's audacious escape was retold so frequently in the days that followed, (Y/n) and Harry sensed it would soon become an integral part of Hogwarts lore. Within a week, even those who had witnessed the spectacle firsthand were partially convinced they had seen the twins swoop down on their brooms, bombarding Umbridge with Dungbombs before darting out of sight. In the immediate aftermath of their departure, there was a surge of discussion about emulating their daring act. The duo often overheard students remarking, "Honestly, some days I just fancy taking my broom and fleeing this place," or, "One more class like that and I might just pull a Weasley..."
Fred and George made certain that their departure wouldn't fade from memory anytime soon. Notably, they left behind no instructions on how to remove the swamp that now occupied the corridor on the fifth floor of the east wing. Both Umbridge and Filch were seen attempting various methods to rid the area of the swamp, all met with failure. Eventually, the space was cordoned off, and Filch, grinding his teeth in frustration, was tasked with ferrying students across it to their classes. (Y/n) and Harry were certain that professors like McGonagall or Flitwick could have effortlessly dispelled the swamp. However, much like with Fred and George's Wildfire Whiz-Bangs, they seemed content to observe Umbridge's struggles. (Y/n) had confessed to Harry, Hermione, and Ron that she had never felt prouder to have the twins as her brothers, a statement that made Hermione roll her eyes and prompted Harry to wink in silent agreement.
Additionally, there remained the stark reminders of Fred and George's exit – the two sizable broom-shaped cavities in Umbridge's office door, where their Cleansweeps had forcefully reunited with their owners. Filch replaced the damaged door and confiscated Harry's Firebolt, relocating it to the dungeons where, according to rumor, Umbridge had stationed a security troll to guard it. Yet, her challenges were far from resolved.
Fired up by Fred and George's bold example, a throng of students eagerly competed for the newly vacant titles of Chief Troublemakers. Despite the replacement door, someone managed to sneak a hairy-snouted niffler into Umbridge's office, causing utter chaos. The little creature, on a quest for shiny things, wreaked havoc upon the room. Upon Umbridge's return, it pounced on her, attempting to nibble the rings off her stubby fingers. Dungbombs and Stinkpellets became such commonplace in the corridors that students adopted the habit of casting Bubble-Head Charms before leaving class. This peculiar charm ensured them a supply of fresh air but resulted in a rather odd appearance—everyone resembled goldfish bowls strapped upside-down on their heads.
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Fanfiction!!HAPPY ENDING!! Meet - (𝐘/𝐧) 𝐖𝐢𝐥𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐬, an ordinary young woman who unexpectedly finds herself transported into the fantastical realm of Harry Potter as the fraternal twin sister of Ron Weasley. With no knowledge of how the story will unfol...