Harry Potter and the Secret Treasures

Umbridge is now about to be steadily and steadily pursuing her education reforms. The last time the other side’s Irving and Harry failed and the research of many of the Ministry’s think tanks made her realize that she could not worry or take the magical means. It was not her. Strengths, there are so many people in Hogwarts who are more powerful than him!

Continue to fight magical power, she may not even know how to be killed

Her advantage is that the Ministry of Magic gives her the right to override the rights above Hogwarts, so she is ready to take full advantage of this right. .

First of all, it is the two education orders issued after the reunification, canceling all groups and receiving the highest penalty and ruling power.

Second, remove the post of Chairman of the Avon Student Union.

Finally, continue her previous examinations and expel a professor as soon as possible, forcing Dumbledore to make mistakes.

Even if they can't, they will let them feel the power of the Ministry of Magic.

Professor McGonagall and Snape said that although Umbridge saw that they were not pleasing to the eye, they knew that they were Dumbledore’s right arm, but they could not say anything. Their teaching was very good and they had real skills.

But Professor Trelawney is completely different here. Before entering the real prophecy state, she is an old liar.

I don't know what Umbridge said to her. Anyway, she took the class well and suddenly collapsed!

"Begin, what are you doing there?!" Professor Trelawney said loudly, his voice was a bit hysterical. "You know what to do! Do I teach so badly that you haven't learned to open textbooks?"

The whole class looked at her in confusion and looked at each other.

Professor Trelawney rushed back to the high-back teacher's chair, and the eyes that were magnified by the lens were full of angry tears.

"She probably received the survey results!" Ginny whispered. "Umbridge yesterday gave feedback on the results of the previous period. I heard Michael say that Professor McGonagall directly investigated the class. The result was shredded and thrown away."

This is in line with Professor McGonagall's style, but Professor Trelawney is not so easy here!

“Professor, what's wrong?” one student asked.

"No!" Professor Trelawney yelled, his voice trembled with excitement. "Of course not! I was insulted, insinuated, unfounded accusation, but not wrong, of course not."

She took a deep breath and shook her face, and the tears of anger poured out from under the glasses.

"I don't mention it!" she whimpered. "I don't want to mention it. I have been working hard for 16 years. Obviously nobody cares, but I shouldn't be insulted. It shouldn't! If there is such a day, I will leave by myself instead of staying." It is insulted here."

Obviously, Professor Trelawney has no place to go, and if she does, she will probably leave immediately.

For a gods who shared their lifelong careers with divination, her viability outside Hogwarts was almost zero.

Someone may find her to divination, but in addition to the unknown and the omen of death, there is no help from her.

According to Ai Wen, the wizards who really have divination skills are very rare! Similar to the situation of the pure-blooded wizarding family, the blood of the ancient prophets and prophets is getting thinner and thinner, and this ability is also lost, just as no pure-blood wizard can open the blood of his family.

"But the professor, who is insulting you?"

“The authorities!” Professor Trelawney said in a dramatic, trembling voice. “Those eyes are blinded by the world, I can’t see what I see, I know what I know. Of course, our prophets are always scary. Always persecuted, this has been the case since ancient times, they are afraid, afraid of the fate we have seen. This is, oh, our life!"

She groaned, rubbing the wet cheeks with the shawl horns, pulling a small embroidered handkerchief from the sleeves, licking her nose, and the sound was like the snoring of the Pippi.

"If you mean Umbridge..."

"Don't mention that woman to me!" Professor Trelawney shouted with all his strength, jumped up, his head shook like a rattle, and the spectacles flashed. "Now, please do your homework, hurry up. , start now!"

For the rest of the time, she walked around the class.

There was tears in her glasses, and she muttered from time to time, as if she was threatening.

"Just resign, forget this shame, hey, stay inspect, walk and see if she dares to..."

No accident, Professor Trelawney must be retired by Umbridge, the only exception is probably Hagrid.

If he comes back, two people can be worse than a class, and then let Umbridge choose one.

In the evening at Gryffindor’s common room that night, when Avon and Colin transferred the performance of Professor Trelawney to Harry, Hermione, and Ron, a snow-white figure slammed into the window of the lounge. On, a slamming sound.

"God, it’s Hedwig, what's going on?"

At this time, Hedwig lived on a narrow window sill, looked at them through thick glass, and had a letter on his foot.

"I don't know, I didn't see it all day. It didn't appear this morning. I thought it was going to prey in the Forbidden Forest." Harry said, walking over and opening the window to let Hedwig come in, "It's weird, Who will write to me?"

He thought that Hedwig would stretch his feet and let him take the letter and fly back to the Owl shack.

But as soon as the window was wide enough, it jumped in and screamed.

Harry hurriedly closed the window and Hedwig was on his shoulder.

"Who wrote it to you? Is it a cold?"

"Oh, it seems not. He has his own communication channel. There is no need to write to us, and he does not use Hedwig."

"Wait a minute, look at it, it hurts!" said Hermione. "It's not right!"

Everyone noticed that Hedwig's feathers were unusually unkempt, and some were folded, and it was shaking.

When Harry touched its wings, it jumped and the feathers were all upright, as if they were full of breath, and it looked at him blamefully.

Several people looked at each other and the situation was a bit uncomfortable.

"It was attacked. Is there any beast around?" Ron hesitated.

“Impossible, there are no creatures around Hogwarts that can harm school owls, they are all trained.”

"The injury on it seems to be artificial." Ai Wen said, looking at Hedwig's inverted feathers, "it is definitely someone who intercepts it. We know that the communication channels inside and outside Hogwarts are being monitored. Some people recognize it. Hedwig, knowing that it is Harry's owl, wants to get the letter on its feet."

"We all know who it is, that **** old man!"

"If Hagrid is here!" Harry unpacked the note from Hedwig. "Oh, it is Hagrid's letter, written to Avon."

"What did the letter say?"

"With the help of Mrs. Maxim, he is going to spend the English Channel. They can't use magic, because the whole Britain is now closely monitored by the Ministry of Magic. He will probably go to Hogwarts later this week. Ai Wen took the note that Harry had handed over. "Well, besides reporting a peace, he wants me to come out and discuss with the horses in the forbidden forest to see if they can make a place in the woods." Lop lives..."