Magical Studies at Hogwarts

Seeing this scene in front of them, everyone's hearts were twisted together.Even though Professor Trelawney likes to say scary things in class, she is indeed the elective course professor who gives students the highest passing rate.

For that alone, no one hates her.

Well... Hermione didn't hate her, she just hated the Divination class a little bit, not to mention she didn't cancel the class, all the time.

There were sobs from the crowd of onlookers, and many little witches cried.Suddenly, the crowd was in confusion, but Professor McGonagall squeezed out.She held a handkerchief in her hand, walked to Professor Trelawney, hugged her gently, and carefully wiped her tears.

"Okay, okay, Sybil, don't cry..." 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 greasy, but there was a bit of malice and mockery on her face, "Who approved it?"

"I!"

A voice came, and people naturally made way for them. It was Dumbledore.

"Professor Dumbledore?" Umbridge let out a sharp laugh, took out a roll of parchment from her robe and opened it, "This is the dismissal order signed by the Minister of Magic and I. According to "Education Order No. 20 Three" , the Supreme Inquisitor of Hogwarts - that is, me - has the power to inspect, place on probation and dismiss any teacher who I deem does not meet the standards of the Ministry of Magic."

"I thought Trelawney was unqualified, so I fired her!"

"You are right. As the Supreme Inquisitor, you can naturally fire my teacher, but you have no right to expel her from Hogwarts." Dumbledore said with a charitable smile on his face, "This right belongs to the principal - —That’s me, I want Trelawney to continue living at Hogwarts.”

After saying that, she looked at Professor McGonagall and said calmly: "Take Sybil upstairs, Minerva."

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

Professor Sprout came out and took Professor Trelawney's other arm. Professor Flitwick took out his wand, made the box fly, and then followed.They walked straight past Umbridge, completely ignoring the livid face.

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

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

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

"...Only when the principal cannot find a suitable candidate, the Ministry of Magic has the right to appoint teachers." Dumbledore directly interrupted Umbridge and stated the complete content of the education order, "But now I Already found..."

Following Dumbledore's words, the sound of horse hooves came.Everyone looked at the sound and saw a handsome centaur slowly walking towards them.

"Firenz." Dumbledore's smile became brighter and he said to the stunned Umbridge, "You will find that he is a very suitable teacher for the new Divination class."

Umbridge's eyes were wide open, and even though she was still smiling, anyone could tell that she was about to explode.There was no reply or words, she just glared at Dumbledore and Firenze fiercely, then stepped on her high heels and squeezed out of the crowd.

Seeing her leaving, a burst of enthusiastic cheers suddenly broke out in the foyer, which made Umbridge pause for a moment before leaving, but she finally left.

Harry clapped vigorously, cheering for Dumbledore like everyone else.Everyone loved seeing Umbridge slumped, Dumbledore did a great job, and everyone knows centaurs are natural fortune tellers.

"We need to be more vigilant, Harry." While everyone was cheering for this, only Hermione was still looking straight in the direction Umbridge left.

"She has been defeated, by Dumbledore! What's more, she is already evil and can't be evil anymore!" Ron shouted loudly, which immediately caused a burst of whistles and cheers.

"She just failed this time. In fact, she is still the senior investigator of Hogwarts." Hermione said calmly, "Mark my words, Dumbledore hired a new teacher without consulting her, and he was still a Centaur, she will definitely take revenge!”

"Didn't you see the look on Dumbledore and Firenze's face when she left?"

Hermione's words made Harry a little wary, but they were quickly forgotten when everyone cheered.After all, this incident was just a very small episode for him, and he had a lot to worry about.

For example, there is still no progress in Occlumency.

Snape's teachings became more severe. In Harry's mind, he saw the face of Old Man and the corridors of the Department of Mysteries.This shouldn't have happened, but it was clear that Harry wasn't listening to him.Therefore, the Occlumency became more stringent, and every time it ended, Harry felt as if his head was going to split open, and as a result, the dreams became more and more frequent and clear.

After leaving Snape in a daze again, Harry went directly back to the dormitory, managed a few words with Ron and the others, and then fell asleep.

Harry felt as if he was being held up by clouds, and this feeling made him very uneasy.He struggled hard for a while, but it was of no use. His hands and feet seemed to be disconnected from his body, and they didn't listen to him at all.

Suddenly, he got rid of the feeling of powerlessness, but the next second he was horrified to find himself standing in a curtained room, with a long table in the middle of the room, and above his head was a chandelier with dozens of lighting fixtures. .He was sitting on a gorgeous chair, and kneeling in front of him was a man he had seen many times in his dreams.

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

"Master, please forgive me..." the man on the ground said, his body shaking constantly.

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

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

"He knows he can't, which is why he resists Malfoy's soul-stealing curse..."

After being silent for a while, he said: "Get up, Lukewood..."

"It's not your fault, you just wasted 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 information." He said, "And you also need to do one more thing for me."

"As you wish, Master." Rookwood knelt down on one knee again, lowered his head, and stared directly at his toes.

"Although I have to start over, this time I have to change my approach..." he said. "Your vision is limited. Neither you nor Nagini can find the right place. It has happened too many times, and I don't want to wait." Already..."

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

"Any questions, Rookwood?"

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

"Very good, very good..." As he said this, he waved and a person appeared next to him.

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

Harry looked at the young wizard in front of him in horror. He had a tall and thin figure and his light blue eyes were still clear.The hair is very long, draped to the shoulders, very dry, and not greasy at all.

Suddenly, Harry felt like he was being pulled hard, as if his body was falling rapidly. The strong feeling of weightlessness made him let out a miserable cry.The next second, he sat up from the bed, breathing heavily, his face full of panic, but Ike's last answer was still echoing in his ears...

"Yes, teacher..."