Harry Potter and the Secret Treasures

Umbridge is probably ready to firmly and steadily pursue her educational reform. The last time Ivan and Harry failed and the studies of many think tanks in the Ministry of Magic made her realize that she can't rush or use magical methods. That's not her strong point. There are so many more people in Hogwarts than he can magically do!

Keep spelling magic, she may not even know how to be played to death...

Her advantage was the right given to her by the Ministry of Magic over Hogwarts, so she was prepared to take full advantage of that right.

Firstly, two consecutive education orders were issued after the return, abolishing all groups and imposing maximum penalties and adjudication powers.

Secondly, remove Ivan from the chairmanship of a male student.

Finally, continue her previous examination, expel a professor as soon as possible and force Dumbledore to make a mistake.

If not, they will feel the power of the Ministry of Magic.

Professor McGonagall, Snape here says that although Umbridge looked at them badly and knew they were Dumbledore's left and right arm, they couldn't say anything, they taught well and had real talent.

But Professor Trelawny was completely different here, and she was an old liar before she entered into a state of true prophecy.

I don't know what Umbridge said to her. Anyway, she took a good class and suddenly collapsed!

“Begin, what are you all standing there for?!” Professor Trelawney said out loud that his voice was a little hysterical, "you know what to do! Didn't I teach that badly? Didn't you guys learn to open textbooks? ”

The class looked at her in confusion and looked at each other in confusion.

Professor Trelawny rushed back to the high back teacher's chair with tears of anger in his eyes magnified by the lenses.

“She probably got the results!” Ginny whispered, "Umbridge yesterday gave feedback on the findings from a previous period, and I heard Michael say that Professor McGonagall tore them apart and threw them away directly in front of the class. ”

It fits Professor McGonagall's style, but Professor Trelawny isn't that easy here!

“Professor, is something wrong?” A student asked.

“No!” Professor Trelawny wakes up, his voice trembles with excitement, "of course not! I have been insulted, shadowed, baseless accusations, but nothing wrong, of course not. ”

She trembled and took a deep breath, twisting her face and tears of anger gushed out of her glasses.

“I won't mention it!” She swallowed, "I don't want to mention it, 16 years of hard work, obviously nobody noticed, but I shouldn't be insulted, I shouldn't! If I ever did, I'd leave by myself, not stay here and be insulted. ”

Clearly Professor Trelawny has nowhere to go, and if she does, she will probably leave immediately.

For a cleric who shares her career with divination, her survival outside Hogwarts is almost nil.

Perhaps someone will find her divination, but nothing helpful comes from her except for the unknown and the signs of death.

As far as Ivan knows, there are currently very, very few wizards with real divination abilities! Similar to the family of pureblood wizards, the blood of ancient prophets and prophets is getting thinner and thinner, and this ability is lost, just as no pureblood wizard can open the blood magic of his own family.

“But Professor, who is insulting you? ”

“In power!” Professor Trelawny said with a dramatic low trembling voice, "Those eyes are secularly blinded, unable to see what I see and know what I know. Of course, our prophets are always afraid, always persecuted, ever since ancient times, of the fate we see. It's, uh, our lives! ”

She choked, rubbing her wet cheeks in the corner of her cape, pulling a small embroidered handkerchief out of her sleeve and stroking her nose, sounding like a furry ghost.

“If you mean Umbridge...”

“Don't mention that woman to me!” Professor Trelawny shouted with all his strength, jumped up, his head shaking like a wave drum, his glasses flashing, "Now, please do your homework, hurry up, start now! ”

The rest of the time, she walked around in class.

There were tears dropping behind her glasses, muttering to herself from time to time, as if threatening someone.

“Why don't you just resign, this shame, huh, stay and see, see if she dares...”

Not surprisingly, Professor Trelawny is definitely going to be cleared out by Umbridge, and the only exception is probably Hagrid.

If he comes back, two people can be worse than one and let Umbridge pick one of them.

At the Griffindor Public Lounge that evening, when Ivan and Colin recounted Professor Trelawny's performance to Harry, Hermione and Ron, a snow-white figure slammed into the lounge window with a bang.

“Oh, my God, it's Hedwig. What's going on? ”

At this time, Hedwig lived on a narrow windowsill, looking at them through thick glass, with a letter attached to his feet.

“I don't know, I haven't seen it all day, it didn't show up this morning, I thought it was going to hunt in the forbidden forest.” Harry said, walking over to open the window and let Hedwig in, "Strange, who would write to me? ”

He thought Hedwig would stretch his legs and let him take the letter off and fly back to the owl shed.

But as soon as the window was wide enough, it jumped in and screamed.

Harry hurried to close the window and Hedwig squatted on his shoulder.

“Who wrote you this letter? Is that a typhoid? ”

“Well, I don't think so, he has his own channels of communication, he doesn't have to write to us, and he doesn't use Hedwig...”

“Wait, look, it's hurt!” Hermione said, "Something's wrong with his wings! ”

Everyone noticed that Hedwig's feathers were unusually fluttering, some upside down, and it was trembling.

When Harry touched its wings, he jumped in shock, his feathers all up, as if inflated, and he looked blamefully at him.

A few people looked at it and something was wrong.

“It's been attacked, isn't there a beast around it?” Ron said hesitantly.

“Impossible, there are no creatures around Hogwarts that harm school owls, and they are all trained. ”

“The wound on his body seemed artificial. Ivan said, looking at Hedwig's flipped feathers," Someone must have intercepted it, and we know that communication channels inside and outside Hogwarts were being watched, and someone recognized Hedwig, knowing it was Harry's owl, wanted to get a letter on his feet. ”

“We all know who that damned old toad is! ”

“I wish Hagrid was here!” Harry opened Hedwig's note, "hey, it's Hagrid's letter to Ivan. ”

“What did the letter say? ”

“With the help of Mrs. Maxim, he is about to cross the English Channel, and they cannot use magic because the whole of England is now under close surveillance by the Ministry of Magic, and he will be in Hogwarts later this week, probably.” Ivan took the note Harry handed over, "Well, in addition to reporting peace, he wanted me to come out and discuss with the horses in the forbidden woods to see if they could make a place in the woods for Grope to live...”