Harry Potter's Bastard

At noon the next day, when the students were all in the hall to enjoy lunch, a female scream came through the door. Many of the students quickly dropped their knives and forks after glancing at each other, and ran out with their robes wiping their mouths.

When Solim and the others went out to take a look at the bustle, the foyer was already packed, and many people were crammed into the marble staircase.

Professor Trelawney stood in the middle of the foyer, wand in one hand. Holding an empty wine bottle in one hand, he looked completely insane. Her hair was all on, her glasses were crooked, one eye seemed much larger than the other, and her countless scarves and shawls hung messily down, making her look like she was in tatters. There were two large boxes next to her, one upside down, as if it had been thrown down the stairs.

"No!" she screamed, "No! it can't happen!

"You didn't expect that?" said a high-pitched girl-like voice, as if amused, "although you can't even predict tomorrow's weather, you should always realize that your poor performance in my lectures and your lack of improvement since then will inevitably lead to your dismissal?"

"Y-you can't!" exclaimed Professor Trelawney, tears welling up from behind the big lenses, "you- you can't fire me! I've been here for sixteen years! Ho- Hogwarts is my home!"

"It used to be your home," Professor Umbridge said. Professor Trelawney slumped over a box and wept bitterly, a smug smile appeared on her toad face, "Until an hour ago, the Hogwarts Special Office of the Ministry of Magic and the Hogwarts Board of Directors signed your dismissal order. Now please leave the hall, you embarrass us. "

She stood there, gloating as Professor Trelawney shivered and whimpered, bobbing back and forth on the box with bouts of grief. Many of the girls were saddened to see Professor Trelawney, especially students like Lavender and Parvati who were fascinated by divination.

Professor McGonagall squeezed her way out of the crowd and walked straight up to Professor Trelawney, patting her vigorously on the back and pulling a large handkerchief from her robe.

"Alright, alright, Sybil. Be calm, blow your nose, it's not as bad as you think, you won't leave Hogwarts. "Professor McGonagall may not have a good impression of Professor Trelawney, but she was still the first professor to stand up for her colleagues.

"Oh, is it, Professor McGonagall?" Umbridge said viciously, taking a few steps forward, "who approved this?"

"Me. A deep voice said.

The oak door opened, and the students by the door rushed to dodge, and Dumbledore appeared in the doorway, striding through the crowd towards Professor Trelawney. She was still sitting on the box. With tears on her face and trembling all over, Professor McGonagall accompanied her.

"You, Professor Dumbledore," Umbridge let out a particularly nasty shriek, "I'm afraid you don't know yet." I've got to—"

She pulled a roll of parchment from her robe" - a dismissal order signed by me and the Hogwarts Special Office of the Ministry of Magic and the Hogwarts Board of Trustees. Under Education Order Twenty-Eight, the Hogwarts Supreme Inquisitor has the authority to inspect, retain, and fire any teacher who, in my opinion, does not meet the standards of the Ministry. I don't think Professor Trelawney is qualified. I've fired her. "

There is no doubt that this so-called "Education Order No. 28" is new, and Umbridge has not even had time to post it on the notice board before rushing over to show her "authority".

After hearing what Umbridge had said, the students began to whisper, they never thought that Umbridge could really do this to the extent that in Hogwarts, expelling a professor without going through Headmaster Dumbledore, did that mean - she could fire any professor if Umbridge wanted to?

To Harry's great surprise in the group, Dumbledore was still smiling.

He looked down at Professor Trelawney, who was still sobbing on the box, and said, "Of course you're right, Professor Umbridge. As the Supreme Ombudsman, you have every right to fire my teachers. But you probably don't have the right to banish them from the castle, and that power is—he politely bowed—and it belongs to the Headmaster, and I want Professor Trelawney to continue to live at Hogwarts. "

Trelawney laughed excitedly, sobbing a little. "No-no, I'm leaving, Dumbledore! I'm leaving- leaving Hogwarts and making a living elsewhere-"

"No," Dumbledore said firmly, "I want you to stay, Sybil. "

There are probably only three people in the whole of Hogwarts plus Dumbledore himself who understand why.

"Why would Dumbledore insist on keeping the old liar Trelawney?" Sylna whispered beside Solim, "just to fight Umbridge?"

"Not only that," Solim shook his head slightly, and whispered, "If Trelawney does leave Hogwarts and Dumbledore's protection, then she will disappear from the world in less than a day-"

Sylna wanted to ask something, but it was clearly not the right place to be.

"Would you please take Sybil upstairs, Professor McGonagall?"

"Of course," said McGonagall, "go upstairs, Sybil. "

Professor Sprout hurriedly stepped up and grabbed Professor Trelawney's other arm. The two led her past Umbridge and up the marble staircase. Professor Flitwick chased after him with his wand raised, screaming, "The box moves!" Professor Trelawney's box rose into the air and followed her upstairs, where Professor Flitwick broke off.

Professor Umbridge stood there, glaring at Dumbledore, still smiling kindly.

"What are you going to do with her when I appoint a new divination teacher and need to use her room?" she whispered, but the voice continued to spread throughout the hall.

"Oh, that's not a problem," said Dumbledore pleasantly, "you see, I've got a divination teacher, and he's willing to live on the ground floor. "

"You've been found?" Umbridge said sharply, "You've been found?" I remind you, Dumbledore, according to Education Order Twenty-Two—"

"—The Ministry of Magic has the right to appoint teachers only if the headmaster cannot find a suitable candidate. I'm happy to announce that this time I found it. Would you like me to introduce me?" he turned his head to the door.

The students near the gate heard the sound of horses' hooves, and the hall was filled with frightened whispers, and the people at the door hurried back further, and some even tripped and fell.

Harry had seen him in the Forbidden Forest on a dark, dangerous night: pale blonde hair, eyes that were surprisingly blue, and a human head and limbs resting on a pale tawny horse.

"This is Ferencze," Dumbledore said happily to a stunned Umbridge, "I think you'll find him a good fit." "