HP Dawn Night

Not sure if Umbridge took action, but Daphne never spoke to us again.

Blaise is very optimistic about this. He believes that no change is a change in a good direction.

"That's not necessarily the case," Pansy retorted darkly, "Maybe Daphne is huddled in a corner and planning something right now."

But just one day later, a major event happened at Hogwarts.

We entered the auditorium on Monday morning just in time for the owls to arrive.Pansy opened the "Daily Prophet" as usual, and the front page headline was the news about the fugitive Death Eaters as usual.

"It's these again..." She flicked through the newspaper roughly, "It's in the newspaper every day, but there's no progress at all."

Draco didn't speak, he glanced in disgust and fear at the crazy woman on the cover photo - Bellatrix, his aunt.

"Of course there can't be progress." I poured the baked beans onto the bread, deciding not to talk about the Death Eaters. "What's going on there? Watch Potter."

"So many owls!" Blaise exclaimed, turning away from the table in front of Potter who was crowded with at least a dozen owls, with more adding to them, "Who wrote him so many letters? "

"We will soon find out that Hogwarts has never been able to keep this kind of secret." Draco frowned, looking at the bustling scene at the Gryffindor table from a distance, and said in a gloomy tone.

Pansy looked at a pink figure who was getting closer: "I think the climax of the story has come." Her tone was obviously gloating.

"It's not good to be too far away, we can't hear what they are saying." I complained.

Draco smiled shortly, "Just know that Umbridge looks... angry and scared."

"Afraid? Umbridge doesn't see such an expression on his face." I looked back happily, "I guess Potter has done something 'big thing'."

As a result, before noon, huge notices were plastered all over the school—students were prohibited from carrying the magazine "The Quibbler".

"Ha! Umbridge must have been confused." Blaise looked very happy when he saw the notices.

"How do you say that?" Pansy gave him a sideways look.

Draco also had a rare smile: "The way to spread the secret faster is to ban it. I think everyone at Hogwarts will be reading this magazine soon."

While Umbridge did everything he could to prevent the students from having access to The Quibbler, the students were clearly expected to excel, and all sorts of mischievous magic and joke production came in handy.When Umbridge stopped people in the corridors to search their bags, the magazines were either turned into blank notebooks, turned into textbooks, or simply disappeared.

In less than a day, everyone seemed to have memorized that article by heart.You can hear people talking about it almost everywhere you go.

Blaise managed to get a copy, and Porter was interviewed by The Quibbler and told the whole truth about that summer night.

"I really admire his courage," Pansy said admiringly after we hid in the lounge to read the article, "especially after knowing the truth of the matter."

"Maybe that's just how Gryffindors are, they're never afraid to defy authority." Blaise put the magazine away, and he had to return it later.

I looked up at Draco who was sitting not far away with Crabbe, Goyle, and Theodore, and couldn't help feeling worried for him: "But Draco... well, his life must be worse now It's better."

During the interview, Potter accused the father of the four of them of being a Death Eater.I know this is the truth, and even many people know it well, but the biggest difference between the secret and the truth is the veil that barely conceals the shame, and now Potter has pulled off the veil and exposed the truth to everyone .

Blaise is also quite worried about this: "I am more worried that Draco and the others will not be able to control their emotions... No matter how they react to this now, it may be misinterpreted as trying to cover up or becoming angry."

"So what can I do to make him feel better?" I asked softly.

Pansy leaned closer to my ear, and she said in a voice only the three of us could hear, "I think we've got to figure out which side Theodore, Crabbe, and Goyle are on."

"Of course they're—" I pause.

Pansy looked at me knowingly: "Draco can't get too close to them."

"But I think he can maintain a friendly relationship with Theodore. Theodore is not stupid, and they used to have some friendship-"

"Violet, have you forgotten that Theodore is a double-faced villain?" Blaise's eyebrows moved, "Instead, Crabbe and Goyle, they have no brains, and they are more likely to obey Draco. Outside It seems that they are just servants. And people like Theodore are always more dangerous than Crabbe and Goyle, not to mention that we have already learned that he cannot be trusted."

"Then do we need to remind Draco?"

Blaise looked at the four people there from a distance: "Of course. But not now, Draco needs a period of calm."

Like Draco, another person at Hogwarts needed a cooling-off period.

Two weeks later, as we were having dinner, a woman's scream erupted in the hall: "No!"

"what happened?"

"what's wrong?"

The students near the gate stood up and looked out. The teachers on the teacher's bench also stopped eating. Professor McGonagall frowned slightly and stared in the direction of the gate.At this moment, the woman screamed again, this time louder. The students put down their knives and forks and rushed out of the auditorium. Several professors also separated from the crowd and walked to the front.

"Let's go out and have a look, too." Pansy stood up decisively and walked out with the flow of people. Blaise picked up Draco - who had been unhappy and gloomy for the past two weeks - "to see Let's see what's going on," Blaise persuaded.

The foyer was packed by the time we arrived, with the onlookers forming a large circle and putting the central figure in the event at the center.Many people have expressions of shock and panic on their faces, and of course there are also people who gloat.A few professors stood on the other side of the circle, they seemed clear but uncomfortable.

"Hey, step aside!" Pansy squeezed through a group of senior students, and I followed closely behind her.

"Oh my god..." When I also squeezed to the front, I saw a shocking scene——Professor Trelawney stood in the middle of the hall, holding a wand in one hand and an empty wine bottle in the other, watching Going up is totally insane.Her hair was like a mess of straw, her eyes hung crookedly on the bridge of her nose, and all her scarves and shawls were hung in a mess, making her look tattered.Beside her were two boxes, one of which looked like it had been thrown directly from upstairs.

Draco and Blaise also came to the front, they seemed to be stunned by the scene in front of them.

"NO!" she screamed, "NO! This can't happen...impossible...I refuse to accept it!"

It's Umbridge.Trelawney was addressing her.

There was a contented smile on Umbridge's face, and she replied sweetly with a little girl's high-pitched voice: "You didn't expect this? Although you can't even predict tomorrow's weather, you always Shouldn't you realize that your poor performance in my lectures and lack of improvement since then must have gotten you fired?"

"You—you can't!" Trelawney howled in a breakdown, tears welling up behind her glasses, "you—you can't fire me! I've been—I've been here for 16 years! Ho—ho Gwartz is me - my home!"

"It used to be your home," said Umbridge slowly, clearly and brutally.Seeing Trelawney slump on a box and weeping bitterly, with a smug smile on her face, my stomach twitched, and I felt a little nausea mixed with disgust, "Until an hour ago, the Ministry of Magic Until the minister signs your dismissal order. Now please leave the hall, you are embarrassing us."

There was a low sobbing sound from behind, and I looked back, it was Daphne.She covered her mouth with her hands and hid behind the crowd watching Professor Trelawney, her eyes filled with tears.

This is, the crowd on my left began to commotion, they forked a way.Professor McGonagall strode forward and came straight to Professor Trelawney, took out a handkerchief from his robe and handed it to her, while patting her on the back vigorously: "Okay, okay, Sybil... calm down Some... blow your nose...not as bad as you think...you're not leaving Hogwarts..."

"Oh, is that so, Professor McGonagall?" said Umbridge viciously, taking a few steps forward. "Who approved this—?"

"Me." A deep, strong voice said.

The door opened and Dumbledore appeared in the doorway.It was hard to imagine why he had to go outside during dinner, but in the misty night, Dumbledore exuded an air of majesty unique to those in power.Invisibly quieting the crowd, Umbridge obviously sensed this shift in the center of gravity. She opened her mouth, but Dumbledore didn't give her a chance to speak.He made his way across the path the crowd had parted for him to Trelawney, who was still whimpering on the box, tearful and trembling.Professor McGonagall accompanied her.

"You, Professor Dumbledore?" Umbridge seemed to manage to find a chance to interject, and she let out a particularly nasty shrill laugh. "I'm afraid you don't know. I have here—" She changed from her robes. Pulling out a roll of parchment like a trick" - a dismissal order signed by myself and the Minister of Magic. According to "No.20 Educational Order No. Teachers who - that is, I - don't think meet the Ministry of Magic standards. I don't think Professor Trelawney does, and obviously I've fired her."

"too disgusting!"

"unacceptable!"

Pansy and I murmured at the same time, and Blaise hissed.But it wasn't just the two of us who reacted violently. Many students (especially Gryffindors) seemed quite annoyed, muttering inaudible words incessantly, and throwing Umbridge A look of rage.

But surprisingly, Dumbledore still had a smile on his face. He looked down at Trelawney who was still sobbing on the box, and said to Umbridge politely: "Of course you are right, Umbridge." Professor Mlich. As the chief investigator, you have every right to fire my teachers. But I'm afraid you don't have the right to expel them from the castle. I'm afraid--" He bowed politely, "It still belongs to the headmaster, I I hope Professor Trelawney will continue to live at Hogwarts."

Trelawney gave an excited laugh and a little sob.

"No - no, I'm going, Dumbledore! I'm leaving - leaving Hogwarts, and making a living elsewhere -"

"No," Dumbledore said firmly, "I want you to stay, Sybil." He turned to Professor McGonagall: "Will you take Sybil upstairs, Professor McGonagall?"

"Of course," said Professor McGonagall. "Come upstairs, Sybil..."

Professor Sprout rushed up and took Professor Trelawney's other arm.They led her past Umbridge and up the marble steps.Professor Flitwick pursued, wand in hand, screaming, "Move the box!" Trelawney's box rose into the air and followed her up the stairs, Flitwick snapped behind.

This scene is truly unforgettable.Umbridge stood there dumbfounded, watching the man she wanted to chastise openly walk away, while Dumbledore continued to smile kindly.

"What are you going to do with her when I appoint a new Divination teacher and I need to use her room?" Umbridge asked angrily, her chest heaving.

"Oh, that's no problem," said Dumbledore cheerfully. "You see, I've found a Divination teacher who is willing to live on the first floor."

"You've already looked for—" Sure enough, this sentence aroused Umbridge's fierce reaction, and she suddenly raised her voice, "You already looked for it? Let me remind you, Dumbledore, according to "No.20 Number Two Education make"--"

"—the Ministry has the power to appoint teachers when and only if the Headmaster cannot find a suitable candidate. I am happy to announce that this time I have, need I introduce?"

He turned his head to the door, through which night mist drifted in.In the deathly silence, there was the sound of horseshoes from far to near, and some timid girls couldn't help but whisper in horror.

A face appeared out of the mist - pale blond hair, stunning blue eyes, a perfect fusion of human and equine form - and Draco and I couldn't help but exclaim in unison that we had met in a place we will never forget. I have seen this face on terrible nights.

"This is Firenze," said Dumbledore cheerfully to a stunned Umbridge. "I think you'll find him a good fit for the job."

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This is the revised chapter.Happy reading~