"Awake now, are we?"
After the flash of green light, Umbridge had assumed she was dead—until blinding sunlight forced her eyes open and she heard a voice she loathed more than any other, sounding perfectly at ease.
Coen, wearing a green, hospital-like gown, was smiling down at her.
"Congratulations. You're now a rather sturdy little sow. I thought I'd have to put in a lot of effort, but you seem to have adapted to this body quite quickly, haven't you? It's almost as if there wasn't much of a difference to begin with."
Umbridge frantically tried to make sense of her surroundings and her current situation.
She found herself in a… pasture. There was a towering castle nearby, a forest, a stream… and several odd-looking stone caves.
She tried to curse Coen, to demand he change her back. She could threaten him with his parents, maybe… pretend the Fidelius Charm had been leaked to the Ministry…
But all that came out was a pig's grunt.
That's when she realised her perspective was incredibly low to the ground, and her limbs were short and clumsy, making it difficult to move.
Her skin was now a dirty, mud-stained pink.
"What did you do to me!" Umbridge shrieked. "You filthy little brat—change me back—change me back!"
But her words came out as:
"Oink—oink oink oink!"
"What's that? You want me to find you a boar right away?" Coen asked dramatically. "You've really embraced your new identity, haven't you? Fine, seeing as you were once a member of the Hogwarts staff, I'll go see if I can find one that's ready to go…"
With a spring in his step, Coen walked towards the distant pigpen, intending to "help" Umbridge choose a suitable boar.
Umbridge, meanwhile, decided to make a run for it. Now that Coen was gone…
[Dad! A pig got out!] the little Basilisk, Sophia, yelled excitedly at Sesshoko. [You said any that get out are mine!]
The giant, dark green Basilisk shot towards Umbridge from the castle gate, with an even bigger snake following behind it.
[That's Coen's experiment—don't chase it—] Sesshoko said wearily, trailing behind the little one.
Umbridge instantly lost all courage to flee. The primal fear was so deeply ingrained that she couldn't move a muscle.
But she was a person… she wasn't a pig… why did she have a pig's instincts…
What method had that wretched boy used to transfer her from one body to another?
[Aww…] the little Basilisk stopped sadly. [It looks like it's trying to run… I really can't chase it?]
"Alright, I've brought you one." Coen used his wand to levitate a short, squat boar back to the field. "You're in luck. They're in heat right now, and this is the toughest boar in the pen. You'll be happy, I promise."
"No! Get that filthy thing away from me! Get away!" Umbridge tried to scream, her eyes bulging. "Go! Get away! Don't come near me!"
But her frantic grunting conveyed none of her meaning.
And now the boar, which Coen had let down, was here. A length of something almost as long as a person's wand dangled from its underside, swaying dangerously, its eyes filled with lust for Umbridge.
Umbridge moved her hooves back in terrified retreat.
"Take Sophia and get a good distance away," Coen waved at Sesshoko, gesturing for them not to interfere with the boar's mating urge.
"Make it go away! Don't let it near me! I command you, in my capacity as Senior Undersecretary—" Umbridge's grunting became a continuous stream.
"What?" Coen frowned. "One isn't enough? Hmm? You're a bit greedy… But since you helped Harry with his penmanship, I'll be merciful today… Just hold on. Get started with this one, and when it gets tired, I'll bring you another."
"No! Go away! Filthy thing! Beast! Don't you dare come closer!"
The male boar was already charging over, its hooves moving joyfully. Without the pressure of the little Basilisk and Sesshoko, its meager brain was completely consumed by mating urges.
A boar's mating can last for a full half-hour. Coen couldn't be bothered to bring them one by one, so in the end, he simply tossed Umbridge into the pigpen so the boars in heat could do as they pleased.
Umbridge was the one screaming the loudest inside. For an entire afternoon, the sound of a pig being slaughtered never stopped.
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At the Hogwarts Hospital Wing, Coen had already used his Invisibility Cloak to sneak in with Fudge and his entourage. Considering the Ministry might try to kill off Umbridge, a "monster" who seriously damaged their public image, Coen was ready to transfer her soul to yet another body.
After all, simply "turning into a monster in a classroom" wasn't much of a torment. If she died so easily, he wouldn't get much in the way of Sin Points.
Coen had killed a sow in the pigpen—it was the last one, actually—and planned to use it as Umbridge's third body.
The transfer plan was a great success. Judging by the sounds from the pigpen, Umbridge's screams were incredibly loud.
To prevent Umbridge from losing her mind and becoming addicted to the sensations after being mounted by boars for a long time—which would turn her torment into a form of pleasure—Coen had the little Basilisk eat all the boars after the third hour.
"Why don't you, your dad, your two grandfathers, and the Lion eat all these boars? The pigpen doesn't feel very clean anymore."
[All of them!] the little Basilisk shrieked in delight, wrapping itself around Coen. It still didn't notice it was almost the size of Sesshoko now, so the action looked less like a hug and more like an attempt at murder.
[You won't be able to eat them all on your own…] Coen transformed into his Basilisk form, slipping out of the little one's coils. [Eat them however you like. You can chase them around and take a few bites before eating them, if you want.]
Suddenly, a notification from the system popped up.
[Ding! Evil Side Quest (5/7) Complete!]
[5. Torment and kill a professor at Hogwarts. The reward will be based on the level of the target's suffering.]
[Reward: 8799 Sin Points, Ancient Magic has been delivered.]
"Damn, that was fast," Coen said, looking toward the pigpen.
It seems Umbridge had been dealt with by the pigs.
He didn't even get to let the little Basilisk toy with her, which meant he'd lost out on 1201 Sin Points.
Ah well, it was close enough. A thousand-odd Sin Points weren't the point; the main prize was the other reward, the book called Ancient Magic.