I wield a sword at Hogwarts

What made Harry even more frustrated was that he got two 'D's' in Potions.

He could always think of that dream, but he didn't dare tell Hermione and Ron.

Because he didn't want to be scolded again.

The only person who can understand him is probably Sirius.

It was a pity that Sirius couldn't talk to him either.

Now Harry is the focus of Umbridge's attention, and even the Gryffindor fireplace is under Umbridge's surveillance.

Hedwig was injured by Basil and was unable to send the letter.

It's Occlumency teaching time.

He knelt in Snape's office.

Although he tried hard to clear his mind, he was still forced to relive his childhood memories.

That's not a good thing. He spent most of his childhood being bullied by Dudley.

But even so, facing a Legilimency master, his secret was still discovered.

"What's the last memory?" Snape asked.

"I don't know," Harry stood up tiredly and asked, his mind groggy. "Is it my cousin who wants me to stand in the toilet?"

"No," Snape's bad taste did not reach that level. "It was a man kneeling in the middle of a dark room."

A flash of panic flashed in Harry's eyes, and he pretended to be calm and said, "That...it's nothing."

Snape's eyes were rulers, and he met Harry's eyes aggressively.

Eye contact was key with Legilimency, and Harry pretended to blink away.

Harry still underestimated the Legilimency Master, and Snape said slyly, "How did that man and that house get into your mind, Potter?"

"That was just a dream I had."

Harry continued to avoid looking, making Snape scoff.

After a moment of silence, Snape whispered ferociously: "You should remember what you are here for, Potter."

"Do you know why I gave up my evening hours to do this nasty job?"

"I know." Harry's attitude became stiff.

That's the attitude.

Snape took a deep breath, like that annoying James Potter.

Arrogant and arrogant.

He and Sirius were absolutely right, and the reprimands fell on deaf ears to Harry.

"You are stupid. I thought you would have made some progress after two months. How many dreams have you had about the Dark Lord?"

He hoped that Harry would tell him the truth, so that even if he was a fool, he would at least be an honest fool.

"Just this one."

Harry lied, and now he couldn't even be considered an honest fool.

"Perhaps you like these hallucinations and strange dreams, Potter. Do you think they make you special and important?" Snape said with a sarcastic curve in his mouth.

"No," the words came out again, Harry gritted his teeth and said angrily, "I never thought that way!"

"You're not as good as John Wick," Snape said coldly. "You're not special, you're not important, and you're not even smart."

Harry tightened his grip on his wand.

"Do your job, Potter," said Snape, "without you having to find out what the Dark Lord said to his Death Eaters."

"Yes, that's your job, isn't it!" Harry covered his head with anger and yelled at Snape.

"Yes, that's my job," Snape said with satisfaction when he saw Harry's defensive expression, "Now, are you ready? Let's do it again... Legilimency!"

Harry's mind was instantly pulled into the memory, and he saw a hundred dementors falling from the sky.

In such a crisis, he saw Snape staring at his face and mumbling something.

Snape grew clearer and the Dementors faded.

Harry was furious and raised his wand.

"Armor for protection! (Protego)"

Harry saw Snape's wand fly up and staggered to hold on to the table.

And in Harry's mind, a memory that did not belong to him appeared.

Young Snape sat alone in his bedroom...

"enough!"

Harry was pushed hard in the chest, causing him to stumble back and hit a shelf.

Snape turned pale and said coldly, "You are more bold and ignorant than I thought, Potter."

A restoration spell was used to restore the fallen items on the shelf.

"This is an improvement. I don't remember asking you to use the Iron Armor Curse, but it is undoubtedly effective."

"If you can use the Iron Armor Curse to defend yourself every second," Snape said coldly, "If you can't, do it again, don't use the Iron Armor Curse."

Harry felt that Snape wanted to take revenge on him, but he had no right to refuse.

He was dragged back in.

The difference was that this time he returned to the corridor, and he actually saw the door open.

Even he was confused. He had never opened this door.

Snape also saw it and asked Harry to explain.

But Harry couldn't explain it, he didn't know it himself.

Snape was aggressive and Harry became angry.

"Can you explain why you call Voldemort the Dark Lord? I've only heard Death Eaters call him that."

When Snape heard that name and was about to reprimand him, there was movement outside.

…

hall.

Umbridge took action.

Two large boxes were savagely thrown down the stairs and rolled into the foyer.

Trelawney stood in the middle of the hall, wand and bottle in hand.

When John saw this scene, a smile appeared on his lips.

He took a letter out of his little bag and Basil flew down and took it away.

As John expected, being one of Hogwarts' watery duo.

Because of her blessing to Harry last time, Trelawney managed to beat Hagrid to the target of being stabbed.

Trelawney screamed, "No! This can't be happening and I refuse to accept it!"

She screamed at Umbridge, and her eyes began to search among the crowd at Hogwarts.

She wanted to find a helper who could help her.

The smell of alcohol on his body was still so strong that students approaching him couldn't help but cover their noses.

To be honest, Trelawney's character of predicting the death of several people every time school starts makes it really difficult to find help at Hogwarts.

"You, you can't!" Trelawney howled unbearably, tears welling up from behind her large lenses, "You can't fire me! I've been here for sixteen years! Hogwarts is my home, I s home!"

"It was."

As the contestant who successfully knocked Malfoy down the list of the most hated Hogwarts, Umbridge will not relent just because Trelawney cried.

…

Chapter 336 Expulsion and Winning

"Your assessment score has reached the lowest level and you have been expelled. This is the power given to me by the Ministry of Magic."

Umbridge gloated as Trelawney stood there shaking and whimpering.

Trelawney couldn't believe that she would be kicked out of the place where she had lived for sixteen years.

She sat on the box, rocking back and forth with waves of grief.

Her pitiful appearance moved the onlookers.

Lavender and Parvati, who liked her, hugged each other and cried. Professor McGonagall squeezed out of the crowd and came directly to Trelawney.

Although this professor was disliked by Professor McGonagall in some aspects, she was not willing to sit back and watch her colleagues be expelled like this.

"Okay, okay, Sybil, calm down." She pulled out a large handkerchief and patted Trelawney's back with her hand to comfort her. "It's not as bad as you think. You won't..."

"Why not?"

Umbridge smiled cruelly.

Just when he was about to see how this woman who was fighting for power used lies to comfort Trelawney.

A black owl flew down from the sky.

This is a black long-eared owl. It circled twice in the sky and then landed on another large box.

It's for Trelawney.

Umbridge recognized the owl and the envelope with the Silver Hand symbol in its mouth.

It was as if she had been suddenly gagged with skinned potatoes, making a ridiculous and comical leaking sound.

Even Professor McGonagall, who was comforting Trelawney, was stunned at this moment.

The black long-eared owl hooted, reminding Trelawney to take the envelope.

Trelawney fell silent in sorrow, and Professor McGonagall had to take it for her.

The black long-eared owl that completed its mission did not leave. It looked at Umbridge with a pair of sharp yellow eyes that were different from ordinary owls.

At this moment, Umbridge had the urge to rub her hands in flattery.

She screamed with confusion and fear: "Why is Lord Johnny Silverhand's owl here!"

Trelawney was sobbing, and it seemed she couldn't calm down enough to read the letter.

Mag, who was being pulled by Trelawny, had no choice but to help others to the end and opened the letter from the second king of the magical world.

"Professor Sybill Trelawney, I, Johnny Silverhand, have the utmost respect for Seer Trelawney.

Johnny Silverhand's store is about to open a magic fortune-telling pavilion, and it lacks a talented and powerful fortune teller.

If you are willing, Silverhand is willing to invite you with the position of elder and treatment.

In addition, Silver Hand Wine Cellar will always be open to you free of charge.

——Johnny Silverhand. "

This is an invitation letter as well as an induction letter.

Professor McGonagall did not lower her voice when she read it, so that everyone could hear it.

Trelawney stopped crying and snatched the letter from Professor McGonagall.

From beginning to end, every word.

She looked over and finally landed on the silver hand symbol.

"Impossible, why would Lord Johnny Silverhand invite a liar!" Umbridge shouted frantically.

She didn't believe that Johnny Silverhand would invite Trelawney.

Not to mention her, even everyone else found it ridiculous.