HP Approaches the Magic World

Hermione looked a little disapproving and asked, "Now that Dumbledore is back, are all the troubles gone?"

"Good," said Neville, "everything is back to normal."

"I assume Filch is quite happy?"

asked Ron, leaning a Dumbledore's Chocolate Frog card against his water bottle.

Although he unintentionally guessed the fact, it was not the fact that everyone thought.

"It's not like that at all,"

Ginny said, "He was actually really, really disappointed..."

She lowered her voice and said, "He kept saying that Umbridge was the best thing that ever happened to Hogwarts..."

The six of them looked back together, and saw Professor Umbridge lying on the bed opposite them, staring blankly at the ceiling.

Dumbledore went deep into the forest alone and rescued her from the centaurs;

As for how he did it - how he rescued Professor Umbridge from the forest without any harm - no one knows, certainly not Umbridge.

As far as they knew she had not spoken a word since her return to the castle.

No one knew what was wrong with her.

Her usually neat ash-brown hair was now in disarray, and there were some small branches and leaves between her hairlines, but she didn't seem to be injured at all.

"Madam Pomfrey said she was just scared," Hermione whispered.

"Rather angry," said Ginny.

"Yes, she can move, if you try this."

As Ron spoke, he made a sound like a horse's hoof with his tongue.

Umbridge sat upright suddenly, looking around in panic.

"What's the matter, Professor?"

Madam Pomfrey popped her head out of her office and asked loudly.

"No...nothing."

Umbridge said hurriedly, burying her head into her pillow again, "It's nothing, I must be dreaming."

Hermione and Ginny laughed muffledly as they lay buried in the mattress.

"Speaking of centaurs," Hermione stopped laughing for a moment and added, "Who is the Divination teacher now? Is it Firenze?"

"It should be him," said Harry. "The other centaurs won't let him go back, will they?"

"It seems that both he and Trelawney will continue to teach," Ginny said.

"I dare say that Dumbledore has long wished that he could let Trelawney leave forever."

Ron chewed the fourteenth piece of Chocolate Frog as he spoke, "Listen carefully, if you ask, the prophecy class is useless at all, and Firenze is not much better."

"How can you say that?" Hermione asked, "Is it because we just discovered that there is a real prophecy?"

Shali's heartbeat began to beat faster.

He didn't tell Ron, Hermione or anyone else about the prophecy.

Neville had already told them that the prophecy ball was shattered when Harry dragged him up the steps in the Death Hall.

Harry hadn't corrected that statement yet, not mentally prepared for the look on their faces once they knew they had no choice but to become murderers or victims.

"What a pity it broke," Hermione muttered, shaking her head.

"Yes, it's really a pity." Ron said, "But at least, the mysterious man will never know the content - where are you going?"

he asked as Harry stood up, looking puzzled and disappointed.

"Oh - go to Hagrid." Harry said, "You know, he just came back, and I said I was going to go down and see him, and tell him about you two at the same time."

"Oh, okay." Ron's tone was a little gloomy, and he just looked at the bright sky outside the window and said, "I really hope we can go too."

"Say hello to him for us!"

Hermione shouted at Harry who was walking out of the ward, "Ask him how his little friend is doing!"

Harry waved at them as he walked out of the dormitory to show that he had heard them.

…

Even on Sunday, the castle seemed too quiet.

It seemed that everyone had gone out and came to the sunny venue to enjoy the relaxation after the exam and the leisurely absence of course schedules and homework in the last few days of the final semester.

Harry walked slowly down the empty corridor and stared out the window... He could see people floating in groups above the Quidditch pitch, and two students and a giant squid swimming in the lake.

He found it hard to decide whether he wanted to be around people, and when he was with them, he thought about walking away;

But when he was alone, he wanted someone to accompany him.

However, he thought he might really go see Hagrid, since he hadn't had a good chat with Hagrid since he came back.

As Harry walked down the last marble steps and into the hallway, Malfoy, Crabbe, and Goyle were walking out of the door to the Slytherin common room on the right.

He stopped abruptly, and so did they, and now the only sounds coming from the open front door were the sounds of shouts, laughter, and splashing from the field.

Malfoy glanced around - Harry knew he was looking for the teacher - then returned his gaze to Harry and whispered: "You're dead, Potter."

Harry raised his eyebrows.

"It's so funny. You should have thought that I'm just here for you..."

Harry had never seen Malfoy so angry.

He looked angrier than ever, and Harry felt a sense of pleasure as he looked at his pale, angry face.

"You're going to pay," Malfoy said, his voice no louder than a whisper, "I'm going to make you pay for what you did to my father..."

"Really? I'm so scared now."

Harry said sarcastically, "I think compared to you three, Voldemort is just a warm-up project - what's wrong?"

He saw that Malfoy, Crabbe and Goyle were all horrified at the name, so he added: "Isn't he your father's buddy?

You're not afraid of him, are you?"

"Do you think you're some big deal, Potter?"

Malfoy said as he approached Harry: "Just wait, I will make you pay the price. You can't send my father to prison -"

"I think I've done it," said Harry.

"The dementors have left Azkaban,"

Malfoy said softly, "My father and others will come out soon..."

"Very well, I hope they'll come out soon," said Harry, "but at least now everyone knows what despicable fellows they are -"