Magical Studies at Hogwarts

Chapter 209 Ike in Dream

Looking at the scene in front of them, everyone's hearts were twisted together.Even though Professor Trelawney likes to say some scaring things in class, she is indeed the elective professor who has the highest passing rate of students in the exam.

For this alone, no one hates her.

Hmm... It's not that Hermione hates her, it's just that she hates the divination class a little bit, and she didn't cancel the class, all the time.

There was sobbing from the crowd, and many little witches cried out.Suddenly, the crowd was in chaos, but it was Professor McGonagall who squeezed out.With a handkerchief in her hand, she walked up to Professor Trelawney, hugged her gently, and carefully wiped her tears.

"Okay, okay, Sybil, stop crying..." Professor McGonagall comforted softly, "It's not as bad as you think, you won't leave Hogwarts..."

"Really, Professor McGonagall?" Umbridge's voice was still sweet and cloying, but there was a bit of viciousness and mockery on his face, "Who approved it?"

"I!"

A voice came, and people naturally gave way, it was Dumbledore.

"Professor Dumbledore?" Umbridge let out a shrill laugh, took out a roll of parchment from his robes and opened it, "This is the dismissal order signed by me and the Minister of Magic, according to the "No.20 Third Education Order" , Hogwarts' Chief Inquisitor - that is, I, have the right to inspect, keep for probation and dismiss any teacher who I think does not meet the standards of the Ministry of Magic."

"I don't think Trelawney is qualified, so I fired her!"

"You are right. As the highest investigator, you can naturally fire my teacher, but you have no right to expel her from Hogwarts." Dumbledore smiled benevolently, "This right belongs to the principal— —me, I want Trelawney to stay at Hogwarts."

As she spoke, she looked at Professor McGonagall and said calmly, "Take Sybil upstairs, Minerva."

"Of course, I'm happy to help." Professor McGonagall replied with a smile, "Let's go, Sybil..."

Professor Sprout stepped out and took Professor Trelawney's other arm, and Professor Flitwick took out his wand, sent the box flying, and followed.They walked straight past Umbridge, completely ignoring the livid look on his face.

"What are you going to do when I appoint a new Divination teacher and need to requisition her room?" said Umbridge.

"That's not a problem." Dumbledore replied with a smile, "I've already found a divination classroom, and he's willing to live on the first floor of the castle."

"Found it?" Umbridge's voice became thinner. "I have to remind you that according to the No. 20 Education Order No. [-]..."

"...Only when the principal cannot find a suitable candidate, the Ministry of Magic has the right to appoint a teacher." Dumbledore directly interrupted Umbridge, telling the full content of the education order, "but now I Already found..."

Following Dumbledore's words, there was a sound of hoofbeats.Everyone followed the sound and saw a handsome horseman walking towards them slowly.

"Firenzie." Dumbledore's smile brightened a bit, and he said to the stunned Umbridge, "You will find him very suitable for your new divination teacher."

Umbridge's eyes were wide open, and even though she was still smiling, everyone could tell she was about to explode.There was no reply, no words, just gave Dumbledore and Firenze a hard look, and stepped on her pair of high-heeled shoes to squeeze out of the crowd.

Seeing her leave, a burst of warm cheers erupted in the hall, which made Umbridge, who was walking away, pause, but finally left.

Harry clapped vigorously, cheering Dumbledore along with everyone else.Everyone loves to see Umbridge deflated, Dumbledore does a great job, and everyone knows that centaurs are born fortune tellers.

"We need to be more vigilant, Harry." When everyone was overjoyed, only Hermione was still looking straight in the direction Umbridge left.

"She has already been defeated by Dumbledore! Besides, she is already so bad that she can't be any more bad!" Ron shouted loudly, which immediately caused a burst of whistles and cheers.

"She just failed this time, in fact she is still a senior investigator at Hogwarts." Hermione said calmly, "Remember what I said, Dumbledore hired a new teacher without consulting her, and she is still Horseman, she will definitely take revenge!"

"Didn't you see the way she looked at Dumbledore and Firenze when she left?"

Hermione's words made Harry a little wary, but when everyone cheered for it, it was quickly forgotten.After all, this incident was just a small episode for him, and he would have to worry about things.

For example, Occlumency, which still hasn't progressed.

Snape's teaching was harsher, and he saw the old Vaughn's face in Harry's mind, and the corridors of the Department of Mysteries.It shouldn't have happened, but it was clear Harry hadn't listened to him.As a result, the Occlumency became stricter, and each time it ended Harry felt like his head was going to split open, and the dreams became more frequent and clearer as a result.

Leaving from Snape again in a daze, Harry went straight back to the dormitory, forced himself to talk to Ron and the others, and then fell asleep drowsily.

As if being carried by a cloud, Harry felt his body light and light, which made him uneasy.He struggled hard for a while, but it was useless, his hands and feet seemed out of touch with his body, and he didn't listen to him at all.

Suddenly, he got rid of that feeling of powerlessness, but the next second he was horrified to find himself standing in a room with curtains, a long table in the middle of the room, and a chandelier with dozens of lights on it .He was sitting in an ornate chair, kneeling before him was a man whom he had seen many times in his dreams before.

"Looks like I've been duped?" he said.

"Master, please forgive me..." said the man on the ground, trembling uncontrollably.

"I don't blame you, Rookwood." His voice was grim. "Can you guarantee that your news is reliable?"

"Reliable...reliable..." Rookwood's voice trembled, "Bode will never take it, master..."

"He knows he can't, which is why he relayed Malfoy's Imperius Curse..."

After a long silence, he said, "Get up, Rookwood..."

"It's not your fault, it's just a waste of a few months, just start over..."

"Master, thank you, master..." Lukewood was very excited, and slowly stood up from the ground.

"I still need your help, and I need you to provide me with information." He said, "And, you have to do one thing for me."

"As you order, master." Lukewood knelt down on one knee again, lowered his head, and stared straight at his toes.

"Although I have to start over, this time I have to change the method..." he said, "The vision limits you, and neither you nor Nagini can find the right place. It has been too many times, and I don't want to wait It's..."

"So, I need you to send someone there, just like you sent Nagini."

"Is there a problem, Rookwood?"

"No...no problem, Master." Rookwood replied immediately.

"Very good, very good..." He said, beckoning, and a person appeared next to him.

"Go with him, little Ike, I hope you can bring me good news..."

Harry looked in horror at the young wizard in front of him, tall and thin, with still clear light blue eyes.The hair is very long, falling to the shoulders, very dry and not greasy at all.

Suddenly, Harry felt himself being pulled severely by someone, as if his body was falling rapidly, and the strong sense of weightlessness made him let out a miserable cry.In the next second, the whole person sat up directly from the bed, panting heavily, with a face full of horror, but Ike's last answer was still echoing in his ears...

"Yes, teacher..."

(End of this chapter)