Magical Studies at Hogwarts

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

For this reason 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 chaos, but Professor McGonagall squeezed out. She held a handkerchief in her pocket and walked to Professor Trelawney.

He hugged her gently and wiped her tears carefully.

"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. 23"

, the Supreme Inquisitor of Hogwarts - that is, I, have the power to inspect, place on probation and dismiss any teacher who I think 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 Investigator, 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 hope Trelawney continues to live in 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 and made the box fly, and then followed. They walked straight past Umbridge, completely

Ignoring the livid face.

"What will you 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. 22"..."

"...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 was heard. 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 burst with anger. She didn't reply or speak, she just glared at Dumbledore and Firenze fiercely.

Then, she stepped on her high heels and squeezed out of the crowd.

Seeing her leaving, a burst of warm cheers suddenly erupted 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 liked to see Umbridge deflated, Dumbledore did a great job, and everyone knew that centaurs were born 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 senior investigator.

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 when everyone cheered, they were quickly forgotten. After all, this incident was just a very small episode for him.

There are so many things to worry about.

For example, there is still no progress in Occlumency.

Snape's teachings became more severe, and he saw Old Fook's face in Harry's mind, as well as the corridors of the Department of Mysteries. This should not have happened, but it was obvious that Harry did not listen to him. Therefore,

The Occlumency technique became more stringent, and every time it ended, Harry felt as if his head was going to split open. As a result, the dreams became more and more frequent and clearer.

After leaving Snape's place in a daze again, Harry went directly back to the dormitory, managed a few words with Ron and the others, and then fell into a deep sleep.

Harry felt as if he was being held up by clouds. 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 out of touch with his body and did not 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.

"It seems 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, it's just that you wasted a few months in vain. Just start over..."

"Master, thank you, master..." Lukewood was very excited and slowly stood up from the ground.

"I still need your help, I need you to provide me with 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, and 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 man 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. His hair was very long and fell to his shoulders. It was 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 sense of weightlessness made him let out a miserable cry. The next second, he sat up from the bed and gulped.

He was breathing heavily, his face full of panic, but Ike's last answer was still echoing in his ears...

"Yes, teacher..."