Hogwarts had finally settled into its usual rhythm again. Roy resumed his classes, mostly ignoring Umbridge and her ever-increasing list of ridiculous pink-bordered "rules." The professors ignored her. The ghosts ignored her. Even the staircases ignored her, which had become a running joke among students.
But Umbridge was not a woman who accepted irrelevance.
She wanted power—and she wanted Roy gone.
So she came up with a new plan:Destroy the professors, one by one, with "evidence."
The Great Teaching Inspection Disaster
Umbridge marched into each classroom with her clipboard and quill, determined to find faults.
She started with Professor Flitwick.
Five minutes later she left the classroom red-faced after being out-debated by a group of first years who explained why her wand posture was "prehistoric."
Then Professor Sprout.
She tried to accuse her of "plant endangerment."A Venomous Tentacula slapped her hat off.The class applauded.
Snape didn't even acknowledge her existence. He simply stared.Umbridge lasted forty-three seconds and fled.
Every visit ended the same:No evidence. No faults. Only humiliation.
Except—
—Divination.
Professor Trelawney, bless her dramatic soul, was in the middle of predicting that half the class would "meet a terrible fate involving broccoli" when Umbridge barged in.
"Make a prophecy," she commanded.
"I—I cannot!" Trelawney gasped. "The Inner Eye is not a faucet!"
But Umbridge insisted, shouting, threatening, demanding.
Trelawney tried.
She failed.
And Umbridge declared triumphantly:
"YOU ARE FIRED!"
The Courtyard Spectacle
That evening the entire castle erupted with noise.
Students poured into the courtyard where Trelawney stood shaking, clutching her suitcase. Her trunk spilled prediction charts everywhere. Her teacups shattered on the ground like fallen relatives.
"Hogwarts is my home…" she whispered, voice breaking.
Professor McGonagall stormed outside like a mother lion, wrapped Trelawney in a protective embrace, and glared daggers at Umbridge.
"How dare you do this without permission!?" McGonagall snapped.
"Permission?" Umbridge puffed up. "I am the High Inquisitor! WHO gave you the authority to interfere?"
A voice echoed across the entire courtyard.
"I did."
Everyone turned.
Roy stood calmly atop the courtyard steps, hands in his pockets, expression unreadable.
Umbridge's face twisted in rage.
"You! You have NO authority here! Your family name means NOTHING! You are an arrogant—"
She never finished the sentence.
The Yaksha Awakens
Something dark and ancient rippled through the air.
Roy released his Conqueror's Haki.
The force hit like a shockwave.
Students gasped. Professors froze. Even the castle walls groaned.Portraits ducked behind their frames.Peeves dropped out of the air mid-cackle.
The sky itself seemed to tremble.
Every living being in Hogwarts felt it—a suffocating, lethal pressure.
Umbridge collapsed backward onto the ground, trembling uncontrollably. Sweat poured down her face. Her eyes bulged in terror as Roy walked toward her slowly…deliberately…like a predator approaching prey.
The courtyard was silent.No one dared breathe.
When Roy stood inches from her, he spoke softly:
"Say one more thing about my family. I dare you."
Umbridge shook her head violently.
Roy let the Haki fade, the air snapping back to normal.
Then, in a cold, authoritative tone that echoed across Hogwarts, he said:
"From today onward, if you wish to fire a professor, change a rule, or attempt anything of importance—you will consult the Principal, the Vice Principal, or the Board of Directors.Without their approval, you have no power here."
Umbridge whimpered.
Roy turned away without another word.
Every student in Hogwarts knew then—
"Yaksha" was not just a nickname.It was a warning.