The Legend of Harry Potter Schoolmaster

There is no doubt that most of the students had a good time in this protection of magical animals class.

Jon even felt that this class could almost be regarded as the pinnacle of Hagrid's career... Cute magical creatures like Xixiu are indeed much more popular than hippogriffs or thestrals.

But after a few minutes, the happy expressions on their faces disappeared.

After the get out of class bell rang, they were on their way back to the castle... A woman's scream could be clearly heard from a long distance from the castle.

It seemed to be coming from the hall.

"What's that sound?" The surrounding Slytherin students were also discussing.

The woman's scream sounded again.

"That seems to be...Professor Trelawney?" Astoria frowned and said softly.

"Yes, it's Trelawney's voice!"

...

Sure enough, the screams came from the hall, and the screams grew louder as they got closer to the castle.

By the time they reached the foyer, it was already packed, with many lunchtime students swarming out from the auditorium to see what was going on, crowding even more people up the marble staircase.

Jon walked through a group of senior students and saw several teachers including Professor Flitwick, Professor Sprout and Mrs. Hooch inside.

The expressions on their faces looked distressed.

And the one in the middle of the hall was undoubtedly Professor Sybill Trelawney.

With a wand in one hand and a wine bottle in the other, she seemed completely insane from the looks of it.

Her hair was disheveled, her glasses were crooked, and her scarves and shawls were hung messily, making it look like she was in tatters. In addition, there were two large boxes next to her, one was upside down, as if it had been thrown down the stairs.

Professor Trelawney seemed to be staring in horror at something at the bottom of the stairs, or more precisely, a person.

"No!" she begged, "It's impossible...you can't do it...I refuse!"

"No, I can!" A shrill girl-like voice said innocently and romantically: "According to the "Education Order No. Check, keep on probation and fire any Hogwarts teacher!"

Dolores Umbridge straightened her back, trying to make the Order of Merlin 1st Class on her chest look even more shiny.

She added: "Dear Sybil, although you can't even predict tomorrow's weather, you should always realize that after your poor performance in my lectures and no improvement since then, you will inevitably be rejected. fire?"

"No...you can't...you can't!" wailed Professor Trelawney, tears welling from behind his glasses, "You can't...you can't fire me! I'm in this castle...I'm here Sixteen years! Ho... Hogwarts is my... my home!"

Because of crying, her voice was intermittent and stammered.

"Of course, this used to be your home." A smug smile appeared on Umbridge's face.

Especially when she saw Professor Trelawney fall on a box and cry bitterly, she even looked quite gloating.

She warned again: "Just an hour ago, the venerable Minister for Magic, Mr Cornelius Fudge, signed your dismissal order... so now, Sybil, please leave the hall now, and don't make things difficult for us! "

With the sound of scattered footsteps, Professor Minerva-McGonagall squeezed out from the crowd, walked straight up to Professor Trelawney, patted her on the back vigorously, took out a large handkerchief from her robe, and wiped it for her. Wipe away tears.

"Okay, Sybil, calm down!" Professor McGonagall's voice has never been so gentle: "The situation is not as bad as you imagined, and you will not leave Hogwarts..."

"Oh, is that so, Professor McGonagall?" Umbridge took a few steps forward and asked viciously, "I wonder, with whose permission?"

"Me." A deep voice came from outside the castle.

...

The gate of the castle made of oak was opened, and the students by the gate hurried out of the way.

Professor Albus Dumbledore, he walked into the door and stood by the door frame with a strong sense of majesty.

Dumbledore strode through the crowd towards Professor Trelawney. She was still sitting on the box, her face was stained with tears, and she was shaking all over.

"You, Professor Dumbledore?" Umbridge let out a particularly nasty shrill laugh, "I'm afraid you don't know, I have here a dismissal order signed by myself and the Minister of Magic; make"……"

"According to the No. 1 education order, you have the right to fire my teachers!" Dumbledore said with a serious face: "But you can't drive them out of the school!"

"I'm afraid this power still belongs to the headmaster!" Dumbledore bowed gracefully to Umbridge, then turned to Professor McGonagall and said, "Minerva, please bring Sybil back to her s room."

Professor McGonagall quickly helped Professor Trelawney up, and Professor Flitwick ran over, using his wand to make the two large boxes float up and follow behind them.

"Okay...very good..." Umbridge smiled instead of anger, she whispered, "But I swear this power is only yours for the time being..."

However, Dumbledore didn't seem to hear this sentence, and after giving Professor McGonagall instructions, he walked out of the oak door again without looking back.

...

As the teachers left one after another, the crowd of onlookers gradually dispersed.

However, many Slytherin middle and senior students stayed.

"Christopher!" screamed Pansy Parkinson, "That prophecy you made months ago..."

"Falcon, Professor Trelawney will encounter a sworn enemy... High Tower, Professor Trelawney will encounter the greatest dilemma of her life, and she will almost lose everything she cherishes... And the sun, in the At the most critical moment, someone will reach out to Professor Trelawney to save her from the abyss!" Pansy Parkinson repeated what Jon said in the divination class at that time.

"Everything is right, one is not bad!" Draco Malfoy took a deep breath, and then patted Jon on the shoulder: "Christopher, that old fool Dumbledore should let you be Divination teacher."

"If you can see through the fog of time, then it's not too difficult to predict these things!" Jon said calmly.

They chatted quietly again.

Before leaving, Draco Malfoy reminded Jon: "This Sunday, I will go to Hogsmeade for the second time this semester... the old time and the same place, don't forget, our D.A. party!"