Umbridge is probably ready to steadily implement her educational reforms now, the last time the other party Evan and Harry failed and the research of many think tanks in the Ministry of Magic, she realized that she can't rush or take magical means, that is not her strong point, there are too many people in Hogwarts who are more magical than him!

Continuing to fight for magical strength, she may not even know how to be played to death......

Her advantage is the right given to her by the Ministry of Magic, the right over Hogwarts, so she is ready to make the most of it. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

First of all, there are two education orders issued in succession after the handover, abolishing all groups and imposing the highest punishment and adjudication powers.

Second, remove Evan from the position of president of the boys' student council.

Finally, continue her previous investigations, fire a professor as soon as possible, and force Dumbledore to make mistakes.

Even if they can't, it will make them feel the power of the Ministry of Magic.

Professor McGonagall and Snape are here to say that although Umbridge doesn't like them and knows that they are Dumbledore's right-hand men, they can't say anything, they teach very well and have real skills.

Professor Trelawney is a different story here, though, and she was an old liar until she was in a state of true prophecy.

I don't know what Umbridge said to her, but she was going to class anyway and suddenly collapsed!

"What are you all doing there?!" said Professor Trelawney, his voice a little hysterical, "do you know what to do!

The class looked at her in bewilderment, looking at each other.

Professor Trelawney hurried back to his high-backed faculty chair, tears of anger in his lens-magnified eyes.

"She's probably got the findings!" Ginny whispered, "Umbridge gave feedback yesterday on the results of the survey some time ago, and I heard Michael say that Professor McGonagall tore up the findings and threw them away in front of the class. ”

This fits Professor McGonagall's style very well, but Professor Trelawney doesn't have it so easy here!

"Professor, what's wrong?" one student asked.

"No!" cried Professor Trelawney, her voice trembling with excitement, "of course not! I have been insulted, insinuated, and baselessly accused, but there is nothing wrong, of course not. ”

She took a deep breath with a shudder, turned her face away, tears of anger welling up from under her glasses.

"I don't mention it!" she choked, "I don't want to mention it, sixteen years of hard work, obviously no one noticed, but I shouldn't be insulted, I shouldn't! If there was a day, I would leave by myself, not stay here and be insulted." ”

Apparently, Professor Trelawney had nowhere to go, and if she had, she would probably leave immediately.

For a soothsayer who has shared her life's work with divinery, her ability to survive outside of Hogwarts is almost nil.

Someone might have asked her for divination, but nothing of help could be found from her, except for ominous and death omens.

As far as Evan knows, wizards with real divination ability are very, very rare! Similar to the situation of pure-blood wizard families, the bloodlines of ancient prophets and prophets are getting thinner and thinner, and this ability is also lost, just like no pure-blood wizard can still turn on his family's bloodline magic.

"But Professor, who's insulting you?"

"Those in power!" said Professor Trelawney in a low, trembling theatrical voice, "those whose eyes are blinded by the world and who cannot see what I see and know what I know." Of course, we, the prophets, have always been frightened, always persecuted, and have been like this since time immemorial, and they are afraid, afraid of the fate that we see. This is, alas, our life!"

She choked, wiped her wet cheeks with the corner of her shawl, pulled a small embroidered handkerchief from her sleeve, and blew her nose vigorously like the babbling of Peeves.

"If you mean Umbridge......"

"Don't mention that woman to me!" Professor Trelawney shouted with all his strength, jumping to his feet, his head shaking like a rattle, his glasses flashing, "Now, please do your homework, hurry, and start now!"

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

There were tears dripping from behind her glasses, and she muttered to herself from time to time, as if threatening someone.

"Just resign, this shame, hum, stay on probation, wait and see, see if she dares to ......"

Not surprisingly, Professor Trelawney was going to be dismissed by Umbridge, with the only exception probably Hagrid.

If he returned, the two of them could compete with each other to make the class worse than the other, and then let Umbridge choose one of them.

That night in the Gryffindor common room, as Evan and Colin relayed Professor Trelawney's performance to Harry, Hermione, and Ron, a snow-white figure slammed into the window of the common room with a thud.

"Oh my God, it's Hedwig, what's going on with it?"

At this time, Hedwig was perched on a narrow windowsill, looking at them through thick glass, with a letter tied to her feet.

"I don't know, I didn't see it all day, it didn't show up this morning, I thought it was going to hunt in the Forbidden Forest. Harry said, going over and opening the window to let Hedwig in, "It's strange who could write to me?"

He thought Hedwig would stretch out his foot for him to take the letter down and fly back to the owl hut.

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

Harry hurriedly closed the window, Hedwig crouched on his shoulder.

"Who wrote you a letter? Is it a cold?"

"Well, it doesn't seem to be, he has his own communication channels, there is no need to write to us, and he doesn't use Hedwig ......"

"Wait, look, it's hurt!" Hermione said, "Something is wrong with its wings!"

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

Harry jumped as he touched its wings, and its feathers stood up as if they were inflated, and it looked at him reproachfully.

A few people looked at each other, and something was not quite right.

"It's been attacked, is there some beast around?" Ron said hesitantly.

"No way, there are no creatures around Hogwarts that will harm school owls, they are all trained. ”

"The wounds on its body seem to be man-made. Evan said, looking at Hedwig's upside-down feathers, "Someone must have intercepted it, we know, the communication channels in and around Hogwarts are being monitored, someone recognized Hedwig, knew it was Harry's owl, and wanted to get the letter on its feet." ”

"We all know who it is, that nasty old toad!"

"If only Hagrid were here!" Harry opened the note Hedwig had brought, "Well, it's Hagrid's letter, addressed to Aven." ”

"What does the letter say?"

"With Lady Maxime's help, he's about to cross the English Channel, and they can't use magic, as the whole of Britain is now under the watchful eye of the Ministry of Magic, and he'll be at Hogwarts later this week. Evan took the note from Harry, "Well, in addition to reporting safety, he wants me to come forward and discuss with the horses in the Forbidden Forest to see if they can carve out a place in the woods for Glopp to live in......"