[Deha] World Starlight

Quickly, under the loud bang of "嗙 bang", the bright purple three-story bus descended from the sky, and a thin guy in a uniform of the same color jumped down and said enthusiastically: "Welcome to the Knight Bus——"

"Thank you, Stan." Remus urged Neville with a smile, "Everyone get in the car—"

Harry and Draco sighed in unison.

The author has something to say: In the past two days, I have written some fragments of Umbridge's branch, which is cool, face-slapping, and a bit strange.

This woman is annoying.

So I will definitely abuse her as I think.

Although she will still rely on the regulations of the Ministry of Magic to dominate Hogwarts, but I will not easily let her bully my protagonist and supporting professors.

☆, far away Ⅰ

No matter what time of day, no matter what the situation, traveling with Knight Bus is not pleasant.Of course, Harry couldn't deny that the other party was indeed very fast while saying this with a pale face and resisting the desire to vomit.

"Take care." Remus hugged Harry after saying goodbye to the Gryffindors, and then shook hands with Draco, "Although I just said that you are safe in school, I still hope you Be careful and protect yourself, okay?"

Harry nodded, reassuring Remus, "Of course, don't worry."

Remus shook his head: "How is it possible...all of us are worried about you." He glanced at Moody, who remained in a detached vigilance posture, the magic eye kept turning, the normal eye Watching Remus, urging him silently, oblivious to the twins waving happily in front of him.

"We're worried about you too." Harry finally gave Remus a hug, "Also, please protect yourself."

Remus was moved and couldn't help laughing, but he still nodded seriously and agreed.

"By the way, tell everyone for me." Harry grabbed his suitcase, and waved his free hand at Remus and Moody, "Then, see you on summer vacation."

Remus smiled gently and waved goodbye to them, watching their backs walking into the school playground, Moody finally frowned a little.

The eight people said goodbye again in the hall, but this time it was much more indifferent.When Gryffindor and Slytherin didn't treat each other emotionally except for quarreling in school, no matter what happened behind the scenes, they had to behave in front of others.

Harry and Draco carried their flimsy suitcases (Lily bewitched) down the stairs, and then gave the password to return to the crowded common room, bombarded by a lot of "Merry Christmas" for 10 minutes, haha Leigh was finally back in the warmth of his dorm room where he could clean up.

Draco first took out a photo frame from the box and put it on the desk—the 15-year-old Christmas that was forever recorded by the camera and the magic of development, the garland on the window frame and the silhouette of two teenagers kissing under the garland— —Harry looked at it and smiled: "Why did you put this there?"

"Otherwise?" Draco adjusted the angle, "Whether it's on my side of the bedside table or yours is unfair to the other person."

Harry shrugged and agreed, "Well... yes."

"That way you can see it when you look up when you're doing your homework," Draco added.

Harry reluctantly put the glittering Milky Way next to the photo frame: "This way you can refer to it when you raise your eyes when you are doing your homework."

Draco: "...Okay."

It was already late after the two of them packed their things. The room was warmed by the fireplace, and the quilt was also hot from the quilt. Harry fell asleep the moment he changed into his pajamas and got into the bed. Della Coe watched Harry collapse on the pillow with amused expression. After going to bed, he helped Harry take off his glasses and put them on the bedside table, then kissed Harry on the forehead.

"Good night." Draco said and turned off the lights.

Harry also leaned over to give Draco a good night kiss: "What class is tomorrow morning?"

"Well," Draco thought for a while, "Potions class."

There are stacks of books on the desk, and a small galaxy quietly glows in the center of the desk, reflecting the incredibly warm photo next to it.Draco looked at Harry sleeping soundly, his hair was scattered on the pillow, thin and soft, and his eyelashes were long, which seemed to be much different from when he was a child, and seemed to have only grown a little.

Draco looked at the ring exposed from between Harry's pajamas and the silver chain around the other's neck, and the corners of his mouth raised uncontrollably - he felt as if his heart was full of sweet water, and his mouth was full of sweet.

—You're screwed, Draco Malfoy.

Draco thought, but smiled anyway.

——You were screwed from the day you met him.

Life after school starts like that, classes, homework, or homework while chatting.The fifth grade of the entire school is now in a swamp-like situation. The heavy classwork makes it difficult for them to move forward, and the entertainment life is greatly reduced. When Harry goes to the library to borrow books for homework after dinner, he can see all the colleges The fifth and seventh graders sat at their desks without raising their heads and writing.

On the first day of class, every professor seems to use homework to tie their restless hearts, especially Umbridge, she seems to think that as long as she leaves more homework, these restless students who don't know why can calm down After all, the consequences of not finishing the homework are also very serious.

Harry didn't know how Neville was doing now, well, he didn't know if it was Harry's hallucination, he felt that Neville seemed to be a little more timid in Potions class, and he really didn't know how he was going to get through the "extra meal" at night like this ".As for D·A, he never asked, but he could always see some familiar faces at lunch, dinner and recess.

Everything seems to be quite easy, although the schoolwork is heavy, but everyone is still enjoying the school life happily - but, Harry knows that all this will come to an abrupt end soon, the calm lake will make waves under the blue sky, The icy lake water will dampen the futile hopes many people have been holding on to this summer.

On Tuesday, Harry had just taken a loaf of jam bread from his plate when he heard a scream from the Gryffindor table - it was Hermione.

"There's... news," Draco shook the Daily Prophet to glance at the front page, and then sent it to Harry, "Azkabando has escaped, and the Ministry of Magic is worried about Peter Peddie. Rue is the 'caller' of the Death Eaters." He whispered the headline of the newspaper in Harry's ear, pointing with his slender fingers at the black-and-white photo that almost occupied a page, nine wizards and a witch faces, some silently laughing, some haughtily tapping their fingers on the frame.Each photo has a name and the crime of being imprisoned in Azkaban.

Pansy glanced at Draco, opened her newspaper, and glanced at Blaise again... The other party's eyes were dark, and he shook his head slightly at her.

Slowly, it seemed that everyone had discovered some mysteries in today's newspaper. They first opened their own newspaper curiously, and then fell silent.

Harry took the other half of the newspaper and read it with Draco, the sound of their breathing intertwined, neither of them spoke.

Harry scanned the entire page quickly, then sneered at the picture of Bellatrix Lestrange, feeling completely indifferent.

He didn't express any opinions, neither did Draco, and even the whole Slytherin table fell into a state of solemnity... Maybe everyone had different waves in their hearts, but they tried not to show it on their faces, and Maybe it's just a short exchange of eyes with the people around me, talking about unrelated topics.

The entire auditorium fell into a strange distinction.At the long table in Slytherin, everyone stopped, regardless of whether there was food in their hands or mouth, and looked at themselves or the newspapers in other people's hands, while only a few people at other long tables looked serious. Looking at the newspaper, most of the rest of the people were happily talking about other things with the people around them, homework, Quidditch and who knows what nonsense--about 5 minutes later, Slytherin changed It's going to be noisy again, and everyone is pretending nothing happened.

Harry waited until the noise started again before whispering to Draco, sweeping across the unusually solemn teacher's table while talking.Although every professor continued to eat, it was obvious that the sudden news disrupted the peaceful pace of their college life. Everyone was worried, and Umbridge was obviously more worried.

Harry hastily finished his breakfast and got ready to go to class.He hadn't even forgotten about his brother when he met Hagrid at the door, had it not been for the fresh cut on his face...

"Hey, Harry, good morning." Hagrid greeted Harry happily, "Good morning, Draco, are you going to class?"

"Yes, but it's still a while." Harry nodded. "Why did you come to dinner?"

"The scales of the two salamanders are rotten, I put some chili powder on them." Hagrid said with a silly smile, "By the way, Harry, I haven't thanked you for the previous class...you know, my investigation As a result, I am really grateful.”

"Oh, it's okay, I just said what I should say." Harry patted the opponent's arm because he couldn't reach the shoulder.

"Oh, Neville and the others are out," Hagrid looked very happy, "I'll tell them, see you again, Harry Draco—by the way, thank Lily again for the ointment."

"Speak up when you run out." Harry finally called out to Hagrid's back.

In Hogwarts, true and false news and rumors spread the fastest.In just a few days, Harry heard the same topic no matter whether he was eating, going to class or going to the toilet: ten Death Eaters who were on the run.The news finally seeped into the campus through the few people who read the newspapers, and the Slytherins were mostly kept secret among them.

Rumors also spread quickly: that someone in Hogsmeade had recognized some fugitives, and that the fugitives were hiding in the Shrieking Shack... Anyway, no matter what happened, Hogsmeade, the closest to Hogwarts, would always be Where the guns and guesses are pointing.

Today's Harry is finally a child who grew up in a magical family. Although the reputation of Death Eaters has never been revealed from James or Lily, Harry knows their numerous crimes better than anyone else.When the news of Azkaban's escape finally swept across Hogwarts, some students whose families had suffered misfortune also became the focus of others.At the same time, Neville found that his situation had undergone some wonderful changes. Although the whispers and pointing that had subsided after half a semester returned, but now, some people are on his side, and more people Began to doubt and waver.The current situation makes most people believe more and more what he and Dumbledore have said since last year.

Misfortune and blessing go hand in hand, but Neville hopes that this disaster will never come.

However, this can only be an extravagant wish, and on the second morning after the Azkaban prison break was reported, a new notice was posted on the college's bulletin board——"No. 20 Educational Order No. [-]": Hogwarts The Senior Inquisitor Order hereby prohibits teachers from providing students with any information not related to the subjects they teach.

Umbridge was already biting like a mad dog.

The author has something to say: Know the danger, read the signs, and the lessons of history warn us

- Order of the Phoenix, Eleven, new song from the Sorting Hat

Have you seen any signs of it?

☆, far away Ⅱ

The Azkaban escape made Umbridge even more frantic in wanting to keep Hogwarts life in her hands, perhaps to close the big hole under her dear Minister Fudge's nose?But it was more because he was worried about what Dumbledore would do with this as an excuse.Anyone with ears knows that the current rumors are very noisy. People subjectively believe in the Ministry of Magic, but they can't explain the Azkaban incident, so they have to seriously consider what Dumbledore said during the summer vacation... and the more they read, the more they believe. It feels like the Ministry of Magic is trying to cover up a summer vacation.

She has made up her mind to fire Professor Trelawney in the near future, just one day earlier or one day later.Though determined, she tortured Professor Trelawney in every Divination class while scribbling something on a clipboard as she grew hysterical.

I really don't leave any hope for the other party.

Harry didn't care about these things, he was completely on the sidelines, just doing his own lessons.Perhaps because they were worried, the letter from home only mentioned a few words about this matter. Whether it was James or Lucius, whether it was Lily or Narcissa, the main meaning revealed in the letter was to let them stay in school well. .

But Draco figured it out brilliantly, and spent an hour talking to Harry in bed one midnight.At that time, Harry, who was speaking casually on the surface, not only had to think carefully before saying every word, but also had to endure the shock of Draco's astonishing guess, more often he just asked back with doubts, and then Draco would Explain to him in more detail why you feel this way.

Although he knew that Lucius must have voluntarily or inadvertently revealed a lot of things to Draco over the years, and the other party didn't care about it on the surface at No. 12 Grimmauld Place, but he must know what he knew... But Harry was still surprised Well, how should I put it, if he had thought as deeply and thoroughly as Draco back then, he probably wouldn't have cared and would have messed up.

Sirius also didn't communicate too much news to Harry due to security and information confidentiality issues. He just said in a letter sent secretly through Golden Snidget that his workload has increased sharply and he is in close contact with various teams.

Close connection.

Harry threw the letter into the fireplace and burned it, his face peaceful.

"Looks like he's already planning how to get that thing in the Department of Mysteries..." he thought to himself, "and what can I do with this?"

Sometimes, when Harry looked at the bright galaxy on the table in a daze, he felt that his head was like a planet that was constantly rotating in it, either towards slow development or towards explosive perdition.

The frequency of D.A's activities seems to have increased recently. Harry feels that this is very abnormal when he still needs to practice Occlumency, but if it is Neville, then all this seems to be not abnormal - Bella Both Trix and Voldemort were at large, and both of his parents' tormentors and murderers now walked in the light of day, making Neville's state like a drug barrel whose fuse had been ignited.

But Harry couldn't help it, not even a word.

After surviving every day filled with homework that needs to stay up late and thoughts that affect sleep, etc., Harry suddenly found out on a certain Friday that tomorrow is the most important day in February-this school year The second trip to Hogsmeade and, Valentine's Day.

The weather also seems to be warm and humid because of this festival.

Harry and Draco saw the Gryffindor team flying across the field as they left the castle, and Draco just glanced at them before snorting, "Do they really think that's useful?"

Then he said another sentence when Harry hadn't spoken: "It seems to be useful... But it's okay, it doesn't matter who you fight, Hufflepuff or Gryffindor..."

Harry didn't bother to talk to him, and couldn't puncture his bursting self-confidence.

Valentine's Day, Hogsmeade.

Although there are currently ten vicious Death Eaters roaming the streets of Hogsmeade, there is not a single dementor on the streets - Harry and Draco did not talk or sarcasm about this phenomenon, because they knew that there was no dementor. The twists and turns, knowing what all this is because of.

Nor did Harry see any dating value in a place with pictures of ten Death Eaters in every window, but since it was Draco who was hanging out with him, let him stroll the road leading to Slater. He would find the underground corridor in Lin's common room very interesting.

The two wandered casually in Hogsmeade, walked into any shop, passed by lovers, peacefully listened to the noise and sweetness of the whole street, and whispered to the people around them... But in the end, neither Knowing whether the weather is beautiful or not, it started to rain.The rain was icy cold, and the temperature seemed to drop a lot at once.

Although the weather is still good when we go out, this season is so sunny and rainy, which makes people feel helpless.

"What should we do now?" Harry asked Draco standing in the drizzle, the other's eyes followed the couple who passed by him, watching the other party get into an unremarkable small teahouse not far from them —Paddife.

It doesn't look like a big place inside, but it's all the more crowded because it's full of people, and it's so foggy that everything seems to be adorned with ruffles or bows.There are golden cherubs flying above each small round table, and sometimes sprinkle pink confetti to people—is it a Valentine's Day decoration?

Draco looked inside from the window for a long time, then carefully looked into Harry's eyes from the corner of his eye, and after making sure that he didn't see any hope in the other's eyes, he also breathed out a sigh of relief: "Go to the Three Broomsticks and have a drink." ?It should rain heavily soon."

"I think I'll need two," Harry said lightly.

Then when I turned my head, I saw a familiar black-robed figure walking across the street, and then disappeared into the edge of vision...

"Hmm?" Harry patted Draco and asked uncertainly, "Did you see that? Was that Professor Snape just now?"

Draco looked towards the empty street: "Huh? Professor Snape? Could it be that the professors are going to have a small meeting here again."

"It's not like that," Harry thought for a while, "It's not in the direction of the Three Broomsticks...there is the Pig's Head Pub. But would anyone else like to be there except Hagrid? But..." Harry suddenly He thought of a terrible explanation, although he couldn't believe it, but what was said in that sentence, after removing all the unreasonable things, the one left, no matter how impossible, is the truth.

So Professor Snape went to the hotel complex because...

Is there someone waiting for him...?

Harry's uncontrollable mind conjured up another... face of someone he was very familiar with... and the other person really came here often to discuss business... Maybe he needed an overnight stay when the business was busy?

Oh Merlin!

Harry felt that he suddenly understood what kind of entanglement his family felt when they guessed the relationship between him and Draco.

On Monday, the interview at The Three Broomsticks, while Harry and Draco were dating, finally printed Lovegood's The Quibbler.I have to say that when Harry noticed Hermione walking into the bar, Draco asked in his ear: "Do you think there will be couples who choose to open a room in a hotel because of the sudden rain?"

However, while Harry held his wine glass and showed a surprised expression on his face that he hadn't realized the question, he explained in a very concealed way: "Oh, I just asked casually."

At that time, Harry's dumbfounded smile was the same as it is now. He was holding the milk and watched Neville's table not far away being overwhelmed by jumping owls, and then sent the owls away with a copper Knut. Open the Daily Prophet and say, "Did something happen?"

"Hmm..." Blaise looked at the long Gryffindor table, Neville was already in a mess, and several redheads were opening letters there. "Something must have happened." He said firmly, because Umbridge, who was very conspicuous in pink, had already walked over there eagerly from the teacher's bench, and behind him slowly gathered a group of people who were not afraid to watch the excitement. Big deal.

There was already an argument over there when Draco pursed his lips.

Due to the distance, they couldn't hear what Umbridge asked (but they could guess), but they could hear Fred's reply like a thunder: "Is it illegal to receive letters now?"

The Slytherins ate and watched maliciously for entertainment.

The irritated Umbridge's voice suddenly became sharper: "Be careful, Mr. Weasley, or I will punish you for confinement." After she finished warning, she lowered her voice again, "Mr. Longbottom?" The increase was obviously implying that Neville had better confess quickly.

"People wrote to me because I was interviewed and told what happened to me last June." Neville's voice was not tough or smooth, but he was explaining the reason for this phenomenon objectively.But Umbridge's performance was far less stable than his. Her neck was flushed like a balloon about to explode: "Interview?" Her voice was as sharp as long fingernails across the blackboard, "What did you say?"

Watching Umbridge catch the Quibbler Neville threw at him, patches of ugly mauve appearing on his doughy pale face, Harry couldn't help but smile similar to Draco's.

However, even though Umbridge was furious, she still took a deep breath and recovered her original tone. She gritted her teeth and said softly what she had warned Neville more than once, but she didn't know that she was repeatedly saying "don't lie". It is the most ridiculous one wrapped in lies.

"Fifty points deducted from Gryffindor, plus one week's confinement." After hearing Umbridge say this, all the Slytherins turned their heads and glanced at the gem scoring behind the teacher's bench At this moment, the green gem is the leader, leaving the other three colors far behind.

"If Mr. Longbottom continues like this, I will inevitably feel that this year is really invincible." Draco said proudly.

Harry shook his head and dragged Draco to class.

But I also have to praise Umbridge for his speed?This afternoon, when Filch was standing on the high ladder and nailing the "No. The ladder shook violently and finally fell to the ground together.

"Oh," Harry put his hands in his pockets, took two leisurely steps towards the furious Filch, and said before he could yell, "I'm sorry sir," he said, "but although I You apologized, but I still want to tell you that I did it on purpose."

The onlookers were in an uproar, but surrounded in tacit silence.

"How is it? Doesn't the feeling of holding Umbridge's thigh feel like standing on that ladder?" Harry's tone was teasing and sarcastic, "You feel that you have a little power in your hands, and you are flying? Then forget about you Where have you lived and eaten for so many years?"

"Although I'm just, um, an ordinary student under her management, I can still tell you clearly," Harry laughed, and stretched out his hand to help Filch up, "Since she has chosen This 'cursed' position, then she will not even try to escape the curse, and get out of here safely."

"I want to know whose side you should be on, sir." Harry clapped his hands. "After all, the leaders of the Ministry of Magic are constantly changing, and Hogwarts will last forever."

That's what it says, but there is education order No. 20 No. [-] printed in bold and large fonts - "The Hogwarts Senior Inquisitor orders any student found to be carrying the magazine "The Quibbler" to be expelled immediately." Huge notices are still plastered all over the school, not only nailed to the walls, posted on the bulletin board in the foyer, but also on the bulletin boards of every college, even in the corridors and classrooms.

"To hide it," Draco commented, "What kind of madness is she doing?"

Harry glanced at the messy corridor: "Perhaps all kinds of anger have eroded her own small IQ, making her no longer understand the simple truth that where there is oppression, there is resistance."

"Maybe she never understood."

"It's not impossible." Harry stretched out his hand and pushed open the door of the Potions classroom, just in time to see Professor Snape, whose face was as black as his robe, tore off the notice on the wall, and let them be reduced to death under the flames of the cauldron. fly ash.

The author has something to say: when writing this chapter not only thought - if Harry really threw up -

☆、Distance Ⅲ

The Slytherins were chatting about Neville's interview incident in the leisure time after dinner. At this time, they had read the "Quietman" banned by Umbridge through various channels, just like Draco said That truth - oppression and defiance, prohibition and curiosity, if there was one thing Umbridge could do to help Neville get everyone in the school to read the article that interviewed him, it was to ban it!

Now, there are at least three interviews torn from The Quibbler on the table in the Slytherin lounge, and the book has lost most of its value and is thrown directly into the fireplace, so it is not a violation at all, after all, they have Not The Quibbler.

Oh, by the way, there is also a manuscript, I don't know who has such a spare time.

"Regardless of whether he is telling the truth or not, it is just right for such remarks to appear at this time-although it has pulled many people into the water, it has also given the doubtful people another kind of truth that is completely plausible, isn't it? That's it The positioning and sales volume of the magazine itself, if not... then I might really believe Blaise's opinion, thinking that they are selling sales with the boy who survived and met the mysterious man."

Blaise, who was called, yawned and lay on the sofa dangling his long legs over the armrest until Draco dropped a copy of the "Almanac of Magic" on his stomach and gave him a cold look— —Bracey got up and sat down.Not to mention how it usually is, Draco at this time is especially untouchable, as well as Goyle and Crabbe, after all, their surnames are all under the criticism of Longbottom.

"It is impossible for the "Daily Prophet" to publish such an interview. You forget that their real owner is the Ministry of Magic, and the real master of printing power is the Minister of Magic." These half-grown teenagers analyzed things like their parents Truth, "Look at Umbridge who really takes himself seriously at Hogwarts, huh—"

"Fudge leans on the Daily Prophet, but that's another story. The reason the Daily Prophet doesn't run articles that endorse Dumbledore's and Longbottom's good things is because they cause panic. Look now Well, now Azkaban has escaped from prison, but people still don't believe it has something to do with You-Know-Who."

"Honestly, no one wants to."

The entire lounge fell into silence for a moment, and everyone knew that this topic ended here.

Harry, on the other hand, was flicking through Sirius' letter.In fact, Sirius should have discussed something with Neville before, because in this interview, Neville also mentioned [Lucius Malfoy] and [ Regulus Black], and of course Goyle and Crabbe's father.

[He has to speak out, because it's more suspicious not to. ] Sirius wrote, [Everyone knows about the interrogation that year, and you and I also know that this is the right choice. ]

Yes, yes, although it has pushed you to the cusp.

Harry reluctantly threw the letter into a ball into the fire, and the parchment was quickly reduced to ashes.

While the interview article went viral, Slytherin and the other three houses fell into a new round of cold war.

But the Weasley brothers, who were aggressively selling their products every night, knew that all was not what it seemed, but they didn't say anything but jokes and hawking.

Someone in Defense Against the Dark Arts class interrupted Umbridge, who was sternly warning them about The Quibbler, by raising his hand, and asked timidly after getting permission: "So, Professor, can we still watch What? I think everyone who subscribes to The Quibbler is for the life-changing joke articles on it, and your banning it really made us lose a lot of happiness."

Serious Umbridge obviously didn't know that the dozens of students sitting below had no idea of ​​such a magazine until she taped the notice on the wall and wrote the prohibition on the paper: "Oh, dear, I want to The Daily Prophet can do the same for you and give you more insight into the truth."

"Why? Professor." A baby-faced boy asked.

Umbridge explained in a gentle and patient tone like "you little fool", "Because the purpose of the existence of the "Daily Prophet" is to tell the truth to the general public, my dear."

"Maybe it does something like this," Harry interjected unwillingly, "but I still want to refute you, Professor, I think the main purpose of the "Daily Prophet" is to sell itself. "

"Ten points from Slytherin." Umbridge twitched the corner of his mouth at Harry, but said nothing more.

And Harry had already thought of this result, and he didn't care.

For two days, Umbridge had been stopping students around the school when classes were not in session, demanding to see their bags and pockets in order to find out who was carrying the banned book The Quibbler, before everyone started discussing the paper. At the time of the article, the first group of Slytherins who had read all the interviews had returned to their normal state from the frenzy period, and only occasionally talked about this topic—but undoubtedly, because there were a few very far-sighted analysts in the , and they understand a little more than anyone else in the discussion.

The whole of Hogwarts has been in a secretive and cheerful atmosphere these few days, and Harry is worried under this cheerfulness, not knowing how far Neville's Occlumency and dreams have progressed, and how far he has come. Thinking about how to go on the road ahead.

In fact, Harry is very entangled. He knows that everything in the Ministry of Magic is a trap. Voldemort has many ways to lead Neville into the trap. He had to face the truth...he wondered whether he should sit back and watch Neville step into the trap, and was also afraid that something irresistible would happen, but if he didn't...so what?

- Human beings are afraid of the unknown.

But he should have blocked it, and found a way to make the rest of the matter obvious to Dumbledore.Although I can't say it, there should be other ways. After all, this is a magical world where anything can happen. Spells can kill people, but they can also save people.

He can sit on the sidelines, and he can end everything!

...oh, maybe.

But the fact is that it seems difficult to end everything. After all, Hogwarts is still shrouded in black smoke from Umbridge, and the almost hysterical opponent has already driven Professor Trelawney to the entrance hall. But a few meters away.

Perhaps Trelawney's remarks in the divination class in the past two days became the last straw that overwhelmed her career-she sobbed violently in the divination class while speaking to the surprised students and the dissatisfied Umbridge Make a prophetic announcement: Neville will not die young, but is destined to live a long life, be Minister for Magic, and have twelve children.

Harry couldn't help laughing in the divination class, just like he laughed the next second he thought it was ridiculous when he heard it.

But Umbridge couldn't find it funny. To her, the name Neville was associated with the position of Minister, even though it was just the nonsense of an eccentric madwoman with no talent for prophecy (in her eyes), it was enough to irritate she is gone.

Then, on Wednesday, Trelawney, who had played a role between "Neville" and "Minister", was driven to the gate, along with her luggage and a letter of dismissal.

——Harry, who was halfway through dinner, walked out of the auditorium with screams and crowds. The first thing he saw was the lunatic Professor Trelawney and her luggage, and then he saw Professor Snape coming from The underground corridor came up, followed by Neville.

Trelawney's hoarse voice and Umbridge's sharp and artificial voice were mixed with the voices of hundreds of people, and the chaos and noise continued until Mike