Chapter 246: Trelawney

There is no doubt that most of the students in this magical animal protection class are very happy.
Jon even felt that this class could almost be regarded as the pinnacle of Hagrid's career...Sniffing such cute magical creatures are indeed much more popular than eagle-headed horse-winged beasts or night skeletal creatures.
But after a few minutes, the happy expressions on their faces disappeared.
When the bell rang after class, they were on their way back to the castle...A long way from the castle, the woman's screams could be clearly heard.
It seems to be coming from the hall.
"What's that sound?" The surrounding Slytherin students were also talking about it.
The woman's scream sounded again.
"That seems to be... Professor Trelawney?" Astoria frowned and said softly.
"Yes, it's Trelawney's voice!"
...
The screams really came from the hall, and as they got closer to the castle, the screams became louder and louder.
When they arrived at the hall, it was already full of people. Many students who had lunch swarmed out from the auditorium to see what happened, and crowded more people on the marble stairs.
Jon passed through a group of senior students and saw Professor Flitwick, Professor Sprout and Madam Hooch and other teachers inside.
The expressions on their faces looked uncomfortable.
And in the middle of the hall, there is no doubt that Professor Sybil Trelawney is.
She was holding a magic wand in one hand and a wine bottle in the other. From the outside, she seemed completely crazy.
Her head was disheveled, her glasses were crooked, and her scarf and shawl hung messily, making it feel like she was wearing a rags. In addition, there are two big boxes next to her, one standing upside down, as if thrown down the stairs.
Professor Trelawney seemed to be staring at something under the stairs in terror, more accurately, it seemed to be a person.
"No!" she begged: "It's impossible...you can't do anything...I refuse!"
"No, I can!" a pointed little girl's voice, as if somewhat naively and romantically, said: "According to the "Education Order No. 23", the highest investigator of Hogwarts, that is, I, has the right to Inspect, retain, inspect and fire any Hogwarts teacher!"
Dolores Umbridge straightened her waist and tried to make the Merlin first class medal on her chest look brighter.
She added: "Dear Sybil, although you can't even predict the weather tomorrow, you should always realize that your poor performance during my class and no improvement since then will inevitably lead to you being Dismissal?"
"No...you can't...you can't!" Professor Trelawney wailed, tears pouring out from behind the glasses, "you can't...you can't fire me! I'm in this castle...I'm here Stayed for sixteen years! Ho... Hogwarts is me... my home!"
Because of crying, her voice was intermittent and stuttered.
"Of course, this was your home." A triumphant smile appeared on Umbridge's face.
Especially when she saw Professor Trelawney falling down on a box and crying bitterly, she even seemed quite gloating.
She warned again: "Just an hour ago, the respectable Minister of Magic, Mr. Cornelius Fudge signed your dismissal order... So now, Sybil, please leave the hall now, don't make us embarrassed! "
With a fragmented sound of footsteps, Professor Minerva McGonagall squeezed out of the crowd and walked straight to Professor Trelawney, patted her back vigorously, and pulled out a large handkerchief from her robe to wipe her Wiped tears.
"Well, Sybil, calm down!" Professor McGonagall's voice has never been so soft: "The situation is not as bad as you think. You will not leave Hogwarts..."
"Oh, really, Professor McGonagall?" Umbridge took a few steps forward, and asked viciously, "I want to know, whose permission was given?"
"Me." A low voice came from outside the castle.
...
The castle gate made of oak wood was opened, and the students by the gate hurriedly drew a 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 covered with tears and she was shaking.
"You, Professor Dumbledore?" Umbridge let out a particularly unpleasant smile. "I'm afraid you don't know it. I have a dismissal order signed by myself and the Minister of Magic; according to Education No. 23 make"……"
"According to Education Order No. How Many, you have the right to fire my teachers!" Dumbledore said with a serious face, "But you can't drive them out of campus!"
"This power probably belongs to the principal!" 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, and Professor Flitwick ran over, using his magic wand to float the two big boxes and follow them.
"Okay...very..." Umbridge looked a little bit angry and laughed, she whispered: "But I swear this power belongs to you only temporarily..."
However, Dumbledore didn't seem to hear these words. After giving instructions to Professor McGonagall, he walked out of the oak door again without looking back.
...
As the teachers left one after another, the crowd of onlookers gradually dispersed.
But many Slytherin students in the upper and middle grades ~EbookFREE.me~ have stayed.
"Christopher!" Pansy Parkinson screamed: "That prediction you made a few months ago..."
"Falcon, Professor Trelawney will encounter a mortal enemy... Tower, Professor Trelawney will encounter the biggest dilemma in her life, she will almost lose everything she cherishes... and the sun, in At the most critical moment, someone will reach out to Professor Trelawney and save her from the abyss!" Pansy Parkinson repeated what Jon said in the divination class at the time.
"Everything is right, one is not bad!" Draco Malfoy took a deep breath, then patted Jon on the shoulder: "Christopher, Dumbledore, that old fool, should let you be Divination teacher."
"If you can see through the fog of time, then it is not too difficult to predict this!" Jon said calmly.
They chatted again quietly.
Before leaving, Draco Malfoy reminded Jon: "This Sunday, I will go to Hogsmeade for the second time this semester... the old time and the old place, don't forget, our party!"