Popular Web NovelsChapter 574 The investigation was interruptedChapter 574 The investigation was interrupted
The dim divination classroom suddenly became quiet, with only the spices and firewood burning quietly in the fireplace. The little wizards hid behind the books, their eyes reflecting the dim light of the fire.
Trelawney, the divination professor, raised his head in the firelight and subconsciously looked at the photo in Umbridge's hand. The blond man's eyes seemed to have some kind of magic, vaguely. , Trelawny heard the sound of blazing flames, which was huge and overwhelming, and then heard the crackling sound of matches in the fireplace. Trelawney suddenly woke up, and she realized her third eye for the first time. I really heard some incredible sight, but it's hard to describe in words.
Trelawney took a deep breath and suddenly woke up from the hazy scene. Like water breaking out from under a black lake, oxygen poured into his lungs from the dilated nostrils, and his chest heaved violently. As she stood, her heart beating like a drum, her sherry-soaked brain racing at an unprecedented speed, she clearly realized that ordinary lies could not cope with this senior deputy minister of the Ministry of Magic.
Trelawney calmed down, his eyes slightly lowered, and a vague and ethereal voice floated from his slightly closed lips:
"The storm is coming...the overlookers are overlooking...will eventually come to the world...the peepers are watching...but in vain...the truth will come to light before the heavy snow falls..."
Someone A strange and inexplicable depressive atmosphere hovered over the classroom. A thin layer of sweat broke out on Umbridge's forehead. She subconsciously tried to force out a smile and said something sarcastic, but when she looked up, she saw a pair of bulging eyes, which were met with pale whites. , in a daze, as if an invisible hand was holding her heart, she suddenly felt that this classroom was so stuffy and hot that she couldn't stay any longer.
"Okay, okay...I know, that's it for today..." Umbridge spat out a few feeble words, and scribbled a few words on the writing board in a panic. He turned towards the trap door and hurriedly climbed out.
The little wizards in the classroom remained quiet and exchanged glances with each other. They all knew that Professor Trelawney was mediocre, and when they suddenly saw her suppressing Umbridge, they were surprised and delighted. They hated Umbridge so much that they would rather see her shriveled.
Loren and Harry looked at Trelawney in surprise. They had seen the professor actually make a prediction. It was somewhat similar to before, but also somewhat different. They were a little unsure for a moment. .
Trelawney strode to the front of the podium, sat down with lingering fear, and exhaled a long breath: "Continue the class!"
The divination class was followed by the Defense Against the Dark Arts class, and the bell rang. , the students quickly escaped from the stuffy divination classroom and met on the stairs with students from other elective courses.
Hermione had just finished studying ancient runes and came downstairs. Without Loren having to explain it, Parvati and Lavender explained what had just happened in a more elaborate manner.
"Divination generally requires specific rituals and tools to predict the future. Trelawny saw Umbridge taking out the photo and should prepare a ritual based on the clues shown in the photo, but she said it without any ritual process. It was predicted. This is obviously different from what was said in the book..."
Hermione smoothed the strap of her schoolbag and whispered to Loren next to her, "What do you think, what did Trelawney do? A real prophecy, or a hoax to scare Umbridge away?"
Loren stepped over the stair trap at her feet and walked steadily towards the Defense Against the Dark Arts classroom: "I don't know, the words that came out of her mouth were intermittent and the meaning was vague. I'm afraid she couldn't explain it clearly."
< br>"I think it may be a real prophecy. This is what she predicted during the last divination test." Harry said in a serious tone, "I wonder who the Overlooker and Peeper she mentioned are, and whether they are related to Voldemort. Relationship..."
"It's such an imprecise subject..." Hermione muttered softly.
When they entered the classroom, Umbridge was sitting on the podium, staring at her writing board in trance. It was not until the bell rang that she stood up belatedly, with a kind smile. Assign course tasks.
"We finished the first chapter in the last class. Today I hope you will all turn the book to page 19 and start reading the second chapter, ordinary defense theory and its origin..."
As soon as she changed her voice, her eyes fell on Harry, and she pointedly warned: "Don't talk while reading."
Loren lay on the table, another full hour and a half of self-study time, There is no need to open the book at all. I have almost read it once in the last class. The arrogant wording and obscure semantics are not worth reading again and again.
"What an irresponsible professor!" Hermione slapped "Magic Defense Theory" on the desk.
...
Wednesday morning, arithmetic and divination class break.
Professor Settima Victor sat on the podium, holding a book of linear algebra in her hand. This was a gift brought back from the Muggle world by Caredi Bubaji during the summer vacation. She lowered her head and read with interest. From time to time, he raised his head and glanced at the students talking and laughing in the classroom.
Some little wizards were studying the difficult problems of the previous class. The drafts were filled with the entire parchment. They kept deriving formulas, substitutions and simplifications until the end. They were surprised to find that they were back to the first step. In order to calm down I kept taking deep breaths in my frantic mind, and the tip of my quill almost broke.
Some little wizards stared at the questions, with their hands in their pockets, sweating on their foreheads without even moving a pen, trying to figure out the answer from the questions.
Professor Victor slowly looked away and decided to ask him to answer questions in the second half of the class. If he didn't know how to do calculations, he would come to the podium and follow her thoughts and calculations step by step, which would definitely impress him.
Most of the students in the front row have solved the riddles and are chattering about interesting things that happened in the school recently. They are not far from the podium, and the sound is a bit noisy, which can be clearly heard in her ears.
"You know, Umbridge is investigating the professors recently, and she looks so arrogant!" Ravenclaw's Lisa Dupin tried her best to imitate her voice, but the teenage girl's voice couldn't be produced. With a delicate and sweet artificiality, he could only lower his eyelids and get closer to Umbridge, "At that time, we and the Hufflepuff people were doing transfiguration, and Umbridge opened the door with a click and came in. ! "
"Professor McGonagall had no reaction? Loren asked the question at the right time, with a confused look on his face.
There are not many students taking Arithmetic Divination, and those who can persist until the fifth grade are even rarer. Most of them are from Ravenclaw House. Lun and Hermione had excellent grades and sat in the front row all year round, so they naturally became familiar with several of their classmates.
Hermione sat quietly next to her, and she could clearly feel that Lisa Dupin had heard the question. His eyes lit up, as if he was celebrating finding a qualified audience, his eyebrows couldn't stop twitching, and the expression on his face became more expressive.
Obviously, this is another interpersonal communication skill.
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Hermione glanced at Loren silently and wrote down the skills in the notebook in her heart.
"Who said there was no response? Professor McGonagall's face turned dark!" Lisa Dupin said happily, "But she didn't want to talk to Umbridge at all and didn't even look at her. Continue teaching as if there is no such person."
"What then?" Loren asked impatiently.
"Professor McGonagall asked Hannah to hand out the homework, and asked Rolf to hand out teaching supplies, a box of mice. You should have taken this lesson, which is the disappearing spell in the second chapter... During this period, Umbridge had been sitting in the back causing trouble, coughing non-stop as if she had a cold... Professor McGonagall couldn't help it -" Lisa Dupin suppressed her twitching eyebrows and restrained her expression to imitate McGonagall. Professor Ge's face was stern when he was angry, and he lowered his voice and said coldly: "If you are sick, go to the school doctor's office. Madam Pomfrey has enough medicine for you. In addition, I usually don't allow others to speak when I speak! "
Before Loren and Hermione could react, she couldn't help but giggle, laughing so hard that she was out of breath: "You didn't see it, but Umbridge looked like she had been slapped. It was like a slap in the face, and the toad's face turned red with anger!"
"Pfft!"
Hearing the sound, the little wizard immediately turned his head and looked at Setima on the podium suspiciously! ·Professor Victor, I saw her calmly pushing up her glasses and continuing to stare at a matrix operation problem.
"..."
Lisa turned to look at the two of them and raised a suspicious eyebrow: "Did you say I heard wrong? Did you hear it just now? Was it Wei?" Professor Kedo is snickering?"
"You must have heard wrong."
"Really...forget it, I will continue to tell you about Umbridge's investigation of Professor Flitwick!" Lisa told it enthusiastically, " Just yesterday, in the Charms class for first-year students, Umbridge came to the classroom earlier than Professor Flitwick and occupied the professor's usual stool, forcing the professor to stand on the podium and lead everyone to practice the levitation spell. "
"Merlin's beard...and then what?"
Lisa snickered for a while before holding back her laughter and said: "Then she stupidly asked Flitwick Professor, can the students see your demonstration?"
"Pfft!"
Lisa turned her head suddenly and saw Professor Victor performing matrix transformation on the manuscript paper. The confusion in her eyes became more intense, and she slowly turned her head: "Did I hear it wrong again?"
Loren and He Min raised her head and glanced at the professor whose pen tip was trembling, and nodded silently: "You heard it wrong, you heard it wrong!"
"Okay..." Lisa nodded thoughtfully, patted the table and continued to talk, "Professor Flitwick didn't answer her question at that time. He just replaced the feathers used to practice the levitation spell with wooden sticks. How could the first-year students control this? Everything was out of control. The wooden sticks all hit Umri. Qi hit her head all over, hahahaha..."
"This is nothing, the most powerful one is Professor Snape..." Lisa smacked her lips and sighed, "Qiu ·Zhang told us last night that in the sixth-grade Potions class, she went to the underground classroom to investigate Professor Snape. The professor didn't react at all. He just said in a sarcastic tone, "We have a guest today..."
"Umbridge spent the first half hour huddled in a corner taking notes. When the students were brewing the potion, she became restless and began to pester Professor Snape with questions. What are you talking about? How many years have you been working as a Potions Professor? Why are the steps you described so different from those in the book? Did you apply for Defense Against the Dark Arts at the beginning? Do you regret it if you failed..."
Loren took a breath. This senior deputy minister of the Ministry of Magic was really brave, daring to dance in Professor Snape's minefield.
"I want to ask, did she walk out of the underground classroom standing?"
"The one who was carried out..." Lisa gave her a "You are an expert" look, "She followed Professor Snape wherever he went, knocking over Marietta Acamo's cauldron and spilling a whole pot of boiling potion on her body. Within half a minute she was covered in Pustules began to appear, densely packed, hey..."
"Tsk, now it really turned into a toad."
Maybe the potion modified by Professor Snape is really effective. By the end of the week, Umbridge had never been seen again, nor in another professor's class. It didn't take much to figure out that the pustules on her body never subsided.
On Saturday morning, Snape, the mastermind behind the plot, turned up the collar of his magic robe and stepped out of the gate of Hogwarts.
After leaving Hogwarts, he waved his wand, and the abundant magic stirred up the space. The air made a slight explosion, and he disappeared on the muddy path.
Wiltshire, England, on the outskirts of the city, a dignified mansion is located on the plains, surrounded by well-designed gardens, with fountains and free-roaming white peacocks, and exquisite wrought iron gates floating in the air. Hazy smoke.
The space in front of the door twisted and trembled, and with a soft pop, a tall figure wearing a magic robe and a raised collar appeared out of thin air at the door.
Snape looked at the wrought iron gate and stepped forward, his figure shrouded in smoke. Before he could ring the doorbell, there was a soft sound of footsteps in the courtyard.
With her slender pale fingers on the cold wrought iron, a blonde woman with delicate makeup pushed open the iron door. Her slightly tired eyes lit up slightly after seeing the person clearly, and she exclaimed with a hint of joy: " Severus!"
"I can see that you welcome me, Narcissa," Snape's low voice was unhurried, and his thin lips pursed a slightly sarcastic smile. Smiling, "But when did Mrs. Malfoy need to open the door for guests in person? Did all the elves in the manor hang themselves?"
"Oh, I..." Narcissa first looked back behind her cautiously. Castle, stepped back to let him into the courtyard, and then whispered nervously: "Severus...I came here specially to greet you."
"Then, what can I do for you? What?"
"I want to ask Draco how he is doing. You know, he is still a child and cannot bear such a lot of pressure..."
"There is indeed a bit of pressure in the fifth grade. Professor Sinister of Astronomy said that his homework was perfunctory and that as a prefect he cannot serve as a role model..."
"This kid..."
The two walked on the soft grass towards the main castle.
It seems like a professor visiting home and the mother of a student.
(End of this chapter)
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