The card draw starts in Azkaban

"It's unbelievable. I have never seen anything like this in all my years. Pomona, do you have any clues?"

The short Head of Ravenclaw asked Professor Sprout in a sharp tone.

Professor Sprout looked at his letter carefully and shook his head.

She has never seen anything like this before.

Everyone was surprised when such a situation occurred.

Their age is not too young either.

However, even so, this was the first time he had seen such a situation.

Such a large-scale replacement of the Wizengamot's judicial seats is unheard of. Even when Voldemort controlled the Ministry of Magic, the Wizengamot's judicial power was also abolished. The entire Wizengamot is like a pension in name only.

department.

Nor did he completely replace the members of the Wizengamot Tribunal.

Such a major blood change cannot be a normal personnel replacement.

But the problem is, no one has heard the news.

"Where is Dumbledore?"

Professor Flitwick asked.

"I don't know. He left in a hurry and went somewhere else. The other principals said he was so anxious that he didn't even wear a coat."

Professor Snape interrupted abruptly.

He is different from the other professors in "Chi Chi Chi".

Professor Snape sat in his chair and closed his eyes to meditate. He seemed to have nothing to do with himself and was hanging up.

But judging from his fingers tightly gripping the armrest.

He is not as calm as he looks.

He works hard.

Snape knew his identity very well, although he didn't care much about it - but he knew very well that from the perspective of the Aurors in the Ministry of Magic, he was a Death Eater.

He is a person who cannot be trusted.

Dumbledore saved him.

Most Aurors still didn't trust him.

Even if someone discussed things with him, the reason they came to him was not because he was reliable, but because others believed in Dumbledore.

Because Dumbledore believed in him, the rest of the people chose to believe in him.

If Dumbledore's trust in him was even slightly shaken.

The rest of the people would stay away from him as a Death Eater.

Under such circumstances, let such an annoying professor with no background and who is highly suspected of being a Death Eater be asked to be a member of the Wizengamot Judgment Seat.

He felt a little unreal.

Somewhat funny.

There must be something wrong somewhere in this world.

Even when he dreamed before, he would never have such a fantastic dream.

Just as he was thinking carefully about the reasons that led to such a result, the door to the teachers' lounge suddenly opened, and Professor McGonagall walked in and saw everyone - really everyone, saw

She was stunned by the letters they held in their hands.

"So," she asked without forgetting to close the door and make sure Peeves was not here, "has everyone got the letter?"

"Yes, if you are talking about the invitation letter from the Ministry of Magic, yes, Minerva, we have got it."

Professor Sprout said.

At this time, the door outside opened, and Professor McGonagall staggered forward two steps - she was standing at the door, and someone opened the door crazily, bumping into Professor McGonagall's back, knocking McGonagall so hard.

The professor's back hurts.

The prophecy professor who usually lives high in the tower and refuses to come down rarely comes down from the attic of her tower.

He pushed open the door of the teacher's lounge forcefully.

Her eyes were already very big, but with the help of her glasses, she looked like a humanoid with only two big eyes on her face.

Like some kind of elf.

She looked at the fully staffed teachers' lounge and said in a dreamy tone: "Are you okay, Minerva? Have you all received the invitations?"

Professor McGonagall stroked her back with her backhand, and after standing firm, she said angrily: "Yes, Sybil, we all received it.

But look at you, you are too crazy."

Sirius Black transformed into Lupine and used his wand to float a chair over to Professor McGonagall and asked her to sit down. Professor Trelawney wanted to speak, but she was attracted by "Sirius", and then

, her eyes became ethereal.

It's like being covered with a layer of mist.

She seemed to be asleep, and she made an unconscious sound that was more like talking in her sleep.

Even Snape opened his eyes wide at this time.

All eyes were fixed on Professor Trelawney's face.

She stared at Sirius' face.

[A man, a man coming out of the shadows, he embraced death, on a scorching sun day]

[Dark basement, throne filled with blood and bones]

【He abandoned his brother】

[Ominous omen...no, maybe relief]

[Servant and master die together, the curtain of death, the deception of time]

[He and the God of Death held hands and left together]

【Italian hair shampoo】

【cry】

Professor Trelawney's voice also became more illusory, and then in everyone's eyes, she seemed to have a shiver.

Then Professor Trelawney woke up.

Seeing everyone's eyes staring at her, she asked doubtfully: "Why are you looking at me like this?"

The person who stood up this time was Snape. He walked over and stood in front of Professor Trelawney. He looked at her with critical and suspicious eyes and said: "Professor Trelawney, you know what you just said

What happened?"

One word at a time.

There is still a bubble sound at the end.

Raise your eyebrows.

His eyes were fixed on Professor Trelawney's eyes, not missing any sign of suspicion.

Professor Trelawney shook her head and said, "I don't know what you are talking about."

"No, you just said a lot. For example, a man stepped out of the shadows and embraced death."

Snape preparedly repeated her words.

"Uh, did I say that?"

It seemed that Professor Trelawney had really forgotten everything.

She said: "But I forgot, there are no moon phases, no tea leaves and coffee grounds, how can I predict?"

She was a little confused.

This matter seems to be in the past.

Her words were like a layer of haze that enveloped the entire lounge. No one spoke until "Lupin" coughed. He looked worried, but he still changed the subject.

Ask everyone what they plan to do.

"Maybe we should ask the principal, he always has ideas."

Rather than asking Dumbledore to give everyone advice, it was actually more like everyone knew why something like this happened.

But no one knows where Dumbledore went.

Fortunately, after a while, the noble lady in a painting invited them over.

"Ms. Delis de Winter invites you to come over. She said Dumbledore asked her to come over."