Popular Web NovelsChapter 573 Umbridge's InvestigationChapter 573 Umbridge's Investigation
The long-awaited sunlight poured into the auditorium through the skylight, illuminating the entire hall. Steaming steam rose from the vegetable soup and hot milk, enveloping the atmosphere with warmth. , Monday morning's irritability was cured by the bright morning light, and the students who got up early could not help but squint their eyes.
The first weekend of school went smoothly. Except for the fifth grade students who were tortured by a lot of after-school homework and had sore fingers, the little wizards in other grades seemed to have adapted to school life and were discussing happily. A new week of lessons and life.
"The Care of Magical Creatures class is really interesting. It's much more fun than I imagined. I really don't understand why the fourth graders advised us not to take this class!" A third grade wizard said happily, The classmates next to me chirped in agreement.
Ginny, the fourth grader next to her, was unmoved, her face expressionless, and she even felt that the oatmeal in her hand was a bit hot to her mouth.
Merlin knew what they had suffered when choosing courses. He consulted Harry, his four brothers, and Hermione. The feedback he received was that the Care of Magical Creatures course was optional. Professor Hagrid had changed his ways and became reliable. .
As a result, in last year's Care of Magical Creatures class, they fed snails for a whole semester, and many of their friends who chose the class after them said they were fooled.
At the long Gryffindor table near the guest of honor seat, Hermione spread the slices of bread on her left hand, picked up the jam spoon with her right hand, and poked Loren next to her with her elbow: " Pass me the strawberry jam..."
"Shh..." Loren then handed over the bread with jam in his hand, without looking back, and whispered in a low voice, "Strawberry jam is close. It's too far, try the marmalade."
Hermione looked at the slices of bread in her hand, tilted her head, followed his line of sight to the guest of honor, and noticed that it was rare to see Dumble. Principal Lido was sitting in the middle seat, and the pink toad Umbridge was chatting with him next to him.
A look of calm disapproval.
One grinned and tried to persuade.
Hermione was silent for a moment, lowered her head and took a bite of bread, silently pricked her ears, and turned her attention to the guest of honor seat.
The sliced bread that is still warm exudes a strong aroma of wheat. Now is the time when it tastes the best, but the taste is a bit bland. Most people like to spread it with various jams and coax it into their mouths. Here, Dumbledore, who has always been fond of sweetness, prefers the original taste of bread. When he bites it and chews it carefully, he can taste a faint and unique sweetness.
"Principal Dumbledore, the Ministry of Magic is here to find out the dark wizards who are hiding their identities, and it is also for the safety of the students..."
An unappetizing voice sounded from beside him. Dumbledore sighed inaudibly, pinched the pieces of bread in his hand, and glanced at the honey and sugar bowl on his right: "I really can't understand, Umbridge." Madam, what does tracing the identity of the dark wizard have to do with my professors?"
"Oh, just call me Dolores, Principal Dumbledore, don't worry, it's not that we don't believe you professors, Just to check out all possible clues." Umbridge handed over the honey and sugar jar and spoke in a voice that was smoother than syrup. "I promise you that it will not interfere with normal teaching and will not leave any traces. "Magic Defense Course."
"How are you going to investigate?" Dumbledore scooped out a spoonful of honey and slowly spread it on the bread slices, covering it evenly without any leakage.
"As an investigator, I will review the performance of professors through various forms such as personal conversations, classroom audits, and student visits. The review results will be evaluated by the Ministry of Magic's dark wizard research experts and senior Aurors before making a decision. Whether to conduct an in-depth investigation, and finally refer to various evidences to comprehensively assess whether they are suspicious..."
Umbridge's speaking speed is getting faster and faster, her voice is getting shriller, and she doesn't mind the other people next to her at all. The professor's expression became more and more serious, "Oh, of course, we will not go beyond the president's office and the school board to implement any punitive measures such as sanctions, dismissal, suspension of teaching..."
Dumbledore didn't say anything. As an old man, he could certainly hear the subtext in this sentence. Although Umbridge did not have the power to directly intervene in school affairs, she could unite the school board to put pressure on the school.
Putting down the spoon covered with honey, he turned the bread in his hand and said softly: "Ms. Umbridge, I need to correct something... The school board has no right to interfere with the normal teaching of the school. "
Umbridge's smile stiffened, but she quickly responded and responded with a low smile: "Of course, no matter what the investigation results are, our Ministry of Magic will respect the school's opinion."
"Then it's up to you, Ms. Umbridge. It's best to give me the results before Halloween." Dumbledore took a bite of the bread, and the sweet fragrance of honey spread in his mouth. Shengjin.
"Assurance to you!"
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On Black Monday, the fifth-year Gryffindor wizards secretly spread this name because today's classes were particularly terrible, from the history of magic and potions in the morning to the afternoon Divination class and Defense Against the Dark Arts...
Divination class, North Tower Classroom.
"The dream diary has become something we all worry about every morning in our dormitory. Either we sleep too soundly at night and don't dream at all, or we have a dream and forget about it after getting up to go to the toilet." Dean said with a look on his face. He complained melancholy, and the little wizards next to him all agreed.
"My memory is inherently bad and I can't remember anything in my dreams." Neville nodded, with the same sad look on his face, "Last Monday night, before going to bed, I kept thinking about what I wanted to remember. The more I think about it, the more I can't sleep. The more I can't sleep, the more anxious I become. As a result, I suffer from insomnia."
Seamus sighed: "Assignments in other subjects can be used as reference for each other. It is impossible to copy things like dream diaries. Two people will never have the same dream."
Loren pondered a little. For a moment: "It's not impossible..."
It's just that his voice was too low and was drowned in the laughter and discussion.
Harry and Ron next to them didn't worry about their homework after class. They got advice from an expert and found an extremely boring fable on the upper shelf of the most remote bookshelf in the library. They could make it up in one day. A month of dreams.
There is basically no risk of exposure. Judging from the dust on the book, no one has read it in at least fifty years.
"Who would have thought that in just one week since school started, Umbridge would surpass Snape and become the most hated professor among Gryffindor students..." Ron commented in a low voice.
Harry deeply agreed with this. To him, the friendliest professor turned out to be a delirious ghost.
Unexpectedly, they didn't have to wait until Defense Against the Dark Arts class to meet Umbridge.
"Hello, classmates..." Professor Trelawney was walking around handing out the "Dream Interpretation Guide" and said in her ethereal voice as usual, "Today we will continue to learn about prophetic dreams..."
In the dim divination classroom, the little wizards were about to take out the dream diary they had racked their brains to make up. Suddenly they heard a clear clicking sound. Everyone looked towards the side of the podium and saw a person. A squat, pink toad emerged from a trap door in the floor. Seeing Umbridge, the classmates who were chatting and laughing suddenly fell silent. Professor Trelawney heard the voices in the classroom suddenly drop and looked back.
"Good afternoon, Professor Trelawney."
Umbridge said with a disgusting smile on her face, "I believe you must have received the notice, right? McGonagall The professor just sent it out this morning..."
Professor Trelawney did not respond to her, only nodded with a straight face, frowned unhappily, turned his back to Umbridge, and continued to distribute. The teaching materials are very prophetic in every move.
Umbridge licked her face and smiled, not caring, she grabbed an armchair, pulled it to the front of the classroom, sat down a few inches behind the desk, and looked out of the window. He took out his writing pad from his bag and raised his head expectantly, waiting for class to begin.
Professor Trelawney tightened the shawl around him, cleared his throat, and scanned the class through his black-rimmed glasses: "Today we continue to study prophetic dreams. The relevant theoretical knowledge has been explained in detail in the previous class. , Now, ask the students to divide into pairs, and with the help of the "Dream Interpretation Guide", explain to each other what they have seen in their dreams recently."
Loren saw that her hands were shaking slightly. The prophetic professor's heart was not as calm as she let on.
According to her usual habits, she should have walked back to her seat at this time, facing the fireplace and turning her back to her classmates to highlight the mysterious atmosphere of divination, but Trelawney turned around and saw Umbridge sitting there, He gave up this plan and began to pace slowly in the classroom, as if looking at the classroom.
Loren and Neville at the same table looked at each other, opened the "Dream Interpretation Guide" on the table, and absentmindedly looked through each other's dream diaries, while secretly watching Umbridge, and saw him She was writing and drawing on the writing board, recording something.
A few minutes later, Umbridge stood up and began to follow Professor Trelawney. The two walked around the classroom together, listening to the conversation between Trelawney and his classmates, and from time to time Ask a question or two.
The little wizards pretended to look through the books and diaries in their hands, but their minds were focused on the conversation between the two.
"I would like to ask, Professor Trelawney, how long have you been in this position?" Umbridge asked casually, "Can you give me the precise time?"
Professor Trelawney stared at her through black-rimmed glasses, his enlarged eyes were a bit scary, his arms were crossed in front of him, and there was a hint of sullenness in his voice: "Almost sixteen years."
"It's been a while..." Umbridge recorded on the writing board: "Did Professor Dumbledore personally interview and appoint you?"
"That's right!" Terry Professor Lawney raised his neck and seemed proud of it, "I made a prophecy in front of him. I can say that this is the greatest prophecy in the past hundred years, bar none!"
Umbridge raised her eyebrows and made a few more notes. She was not interested in the prophecy in her mouth and continued to ask: "According to the records in the file, you are the mysterious person of the famous prophet Cassandra Trelawney." Granddaughter? "
"Yes," Professor Trelawney said, raising his head a little higher.
Umbridge smiled at the corner of her mouth: "But I remember very clearly that no one else in your family has the gift of prophecy. If what you said is true, then since Cassandra, Is he the only person in your family who has second vision? That is what you call the third eye. If I am wrong, you can correct me."
Trelawney's expression changed, although Umbridge said. She didn't say it clearly, but she understood that this was questioning her gift of prophecy.
"It is very common for the third eye to be inherited from generation to generation. It can happen three generations or even ten generations apart."
Loren raised his head and glanced at Trelawney's eyes. He was also a little curious about what the Third Eye was. He knew that the professor did have uncontrollable prophecy talent, but he had always been skeptical about her so-called third eye. At least in the exploration of his magic vision, those slightly bulging black eyes had nothing but a little more white. Special.
However, this kind of thing is difficult to prove. There are very few wizards in the entire magical world who truly master prophecy. The last person to publicly say that he can see the future was Gellert Grindelwald.
"Really?"
In the middle of the classroom, in front of all the students, Umbridge drawled her voice, the doubt in her voice was undisguised, and she grinned like a toad Even bigger, as if to express her sarcasm and ridicule.
Just when Trelawney wanted to say something more, she changed her tone: "I remember, then, I wonder if you can predict something for me...or divination. ?"
Professor Trelawney's body tensed slightly, pulled the shawl around his thin neck, and said calmly: "I don't understand what you mean."
"I said..." Umbridge spoke clearly, one word after another, each word hit Trelawney's heart, "I hope you can make a prophecy for me."
Most people in the classroom The classmates all put up their textbooks and huddled behind the pages, secretly observing the two professors.
I saw Professor Trelawney frowning, her body shaking angrily, the beads and bracelets jingling incessantly, she said sternly: "The Third Eye will not be ordered to see!"
"I understand."
Umbridge said lightly and wrote a few more words on the writing board.
"Wait a minute!"
Professor Trelawney's throat was tight, and he spoke in his usual ethereal voice, but because his whole body was shaking with anger, his slightly urgent tone was The broken sound ruined the mysterious effect: "I...I think I did see something...about you...Ah, I felt something...something black...something extremely dangerous... You will be swallowed up by danger!"
Umbridge still smiled kindly and raised her eyebrows: "You misunderstood, I don't want to know the prophecy in this regard."< br>
"You! You!" Trelawney pointed at Umbridge with a trembling finger.
Umbridge took out a piece of paper from her pocket, a piece of paper with a picture of a blond boy: "This is the clue I am following. Can you see anything valuable through this picture?"
(End of this chapter)
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