[HP] Being a problem student at Hogwarts

During the next break, Angelina hurried over to warn each of her players to exercise restraint so as not to hinder the Gryffindor team's reorganization request. This made Harry and Ron even more worried. Seeing that Umbridge was in Potions class, they just endured the whole class without talking, and worked hard to drink their enhancers.

Tom slowly pushed his mist aside, and then began to prepare the materials himself - and in the process, he kept using quick eyes and hands to fend off the mist that wanted to help.

"Excuse me," Draco was busy looking at his cauldron, while still watching Tom's operation with concern, "put your mist back, it's overflowing into my pot."

"They might just want to help." Tom freed up a hand to pick up the mist, which reluctantly stretched its body and stirred it in Draco's pot.

"Isn't this useful?" Draco became interested, "Let them try it?"

"If you really want to try it, why don't you ask them to try it in your pot?" Although Tom said this, he still allowed the magic mist to participate in small things such as dripping fire dragon blood and sprinkling griffon claw powder. 7K妏揩

——Snape, who was originally answering Umbridge's question, rushed over urgently and stared at him sinisterly.

"Don't worry, Professor." Tom said firmly, and then watched helplessly as his potion turned into a luminous green, which made Snape's face turn green.

"...The green liquid medicine is the same as what is written in the textbook. It doesn't seem to be a big problem." Tom said calmly, and quietly poked a small wisp of mist in to see the effect - a pot of slightly underheated, fire dragon blood medicine It is an enhancer that is overly effective and the gryphon claw powder is over-baked. It has an additional magical effect: the drinker will have a glowing effect within the duration of the drug's effect.

...Forget it if it emits this kind of green light, it will definitely look scary at night. This has to be a Halloween exclusive.

"I don't remember which article in the textbook says that the correct enhancer will glow, Mr. Locke." Snape said with a fake smile across a pot of glowing potion, "Ten points from Gryffindor! Because you disobey instructions. !”

Tom shrugged and said nothing.

Snape was still angry and gave Draco a verbal criticism for not stopping his classmates from operating randomly in time - Tom looked at the sky speechlessly at this favoritism between houses - and then Harry, who was sitting a few rows behind, was unlucky. Sweeping to the end of the typhoon, because his potion boiled into a strange solid gelatinous shape and exuded a strong paste smell, he got 0 points.

In order not to cause any possible obstacles to the reorganization of the Quidditch team, Harry did not say a word in rebuttal.

Because Harry was so miserable, during lunch, when Harry tried to sit down next to him with a plate, Tom said nothing.

Harry was obviously relieved and began racking his brains to find a topic: "Aren't you going to the Defense Against the Dark Arts class this afternoon?"

"There's no need to waste time."

Regarding Tom's answer, Harry was very happy: "Yes, I hope Weasley and his team will finish the experiments on their quick-act skipping series soon. I really can't spare time to do my homework. Compared with Umbridge, even if Professor Binns also seemed very considerate, at least I can still do my homework on the history of magic."

Tom raised his eyebrows at this, but Hermione had already said what he was about to say: "History of Magic didn't even look at your homework, Harry."

But soon there was a bigger movement that saved Harry, who was trying to think of a way to quibble - there seemed to be noisy noises coming from the hall.

"Someone seems to be crying." Harry blurted out, "What happened?"

The students eating lunch looked at each other in confusion. A few students who remembered the past two years had panicked, grabbed two balls of bread, stuffed them into their ears, and shouted at the top of their lungs: "Block your ears! Block your ears!"

"The voice is loud!" Cedric, the prefect of Hufflepuff, stood up first to calm the students who started to panic after hearing the reminder. His voice spread throughout the entire auditorium, "Don't panic, everyone! I am based on my Herbology class results. I promise this is not Mandrake’s cry!”

Neville from the Gryffindor table gave a low voice of agreement.

"That's right, calm down kids," Professor Sprout said quickly, "If it were Mandrake, everyone would faint at the first sound...Ten points for Hufflepuff. ” She gave Cedric an approving look.

The students in the auditorium calmed down a little. Professor McGonagall had also stood up and cast a loud spell on herself: "Sit down! Students are not allowed to run around! Continue to eat your food." She raised her wand. Holding it in his hand, he walked cautiously towards the foyer.

Several other professors who happened to be in the auditorium briefly exchanged opinions, leaving half of the students guarding the auditorium and the rest following Professor McGonagall.

Following behind were the bold students who wanted to watch the fun.

"Go take a look?" Harry said.

"Let's go." Ron also looked eager to try.

"No - Ron, we are prefects!" Hermione objected, "We have to -"

"We have to go over there and maintain order." Ron replied quickly, "You see, everyone in our academy is pushing over there."

Hermione had nothing to say to this, she could only slam her napkin hard and ran over to try to stop the daring younger students.

As expected, the cry came from the foyer, and Tom's magical mist arrived at the scene before he did.

So he simply stopped pushing forward and only diluted the mist, letting it float in the sky like harmless air.

The bystanders had formed a large circle, some looked shocked, and some even looked terrified. Professor McGonagall stood at the front. She seemed to feel quite uncomfortable with the scene before her. She had a patient expression on her face, and her fingernails holding the wand turned white.

Professor Trelawney, who was crying, stood in the middle of the hall, holding a wand in one hand and an empty wine bottle in the other, looking completely crazy. Her hair was disheveled and her glasses were crooked, making one eye appear much larger than the other. Her countless necklaces, scarves and shawls hung messily, making her look like she was in rags. Rotten. There were two large boxes next to her, one was upside down, as if it had been thrown directly from the stairs.

"No!" she screamed, tears covering her face, looking more embarrassed and frightened than ever before, "No! This can't happen... It's impossible... I refuse to accept it!"

"You didn't expect this?" said a high-pitched little girl-like voice, which seemed to be amused - it was Umbridge's voice.

"Although you can't even predict tomorrow's weather, you should realize that your poor performance during my class and your lack of improvement since then will inevitably lead to your dismissal, right?"

"You - you can't!" Professor Trelawney howled, tears welling up from behind her large lenses, "You - you can't fire me! I've been - I've been here for sixteen years! Hogwarts is m-my home!"

"It was your home," Professor Umbridge said dryly. She even repeated: "It used to be." Seeing Professor Trelawney falling on a box and crying bitterly, her ugly face showed a straightforward mockery: "Well, until an hour ago, It is, until the Ministry of Magic signs your dismissal. Now please leave the Hall, you are embarrassing us."

That's what she said, but she just stood condescendingly on the stairs, gloating and watching Professor Trelawney tremble, sob, and rock back and forth on the box with bursts of grief, not even caring about the teachers at Hogwarts. The students are watching this scene.

Low cries gradually sounded in the student team. It was Lavender and Parvati who were hugging each other and crying silently.

The new sobbing sound made Professor McGonagall unable to bear it any longer. She walked straight up to Professor Trelawney, patted her firmly on the back, and pulled a large handkerchief from her robes.

"Okay, okay, Sybil... calm down... blow your nose... it's not as bad as you think... you're not leaving Hogwarts..." she said in her usual steady and strong voice.

"Oh, really, Professor McGonagall?" Umbridge took a few steps forward and said viciously, "Who approved this...?"

"Me." A deep voice said.

Tom had already sensed that it was Dumbledore who had arrived from the familiar magic wave that arrived before the sound.

The oak door opened, and the students at the door quickly moved out of the way. Sure enough, Dumbledore appeared at the door.

He stood in the middle of the open door, against the misty night, giving him a sense of majesty.

Dumbledore strode through the crowd towards Professor Trelawney, who was still sitting on the box, her face stained with tears and her whole body shaking. Professor McGonagall was accompanying her.

"You, Professor Dumbledore?" Umbridge let out a particularly unpleasant scream, "I'm afraid you don't know yet. I have here -" she pulled out a roll of parchment from her robes, "-myself and A dismissal order jointly approved by the Round Table of the Ministry of Magic. According to the "Education Order No. 23", the Supreme Inquisitor of Hogwarts has the power to inspect, keep on probation and dismiss any person who he - that is, I - deems to be inconsistent with magic. Teachers to meet Ministry standards. I believe Professor Trelawney is unqualified. I have fired her."

Dumbledore remained calm, even smiling. He looked down at Professor Trelawney who was sobbing on the box and said: "Of course you are right, Professor Umbridge. As the Supreme Inquisitor, you have every right to fire my teacher. However, I'm afraid you have no right to They were expelled from the castle. I'm afraid this power -" he bowed politely and said, "still belongs to the headmaster. I hope Professor Trelawney will continue to live in Hogwarts."

Trelawney gave an excited laugh, mixed with a little sob.

"No—no, I'm leaving, Dumbledore! I'm leaving—leaving Hogwarts, going to make a living somewhere else—"

"No," said Dumbledore firmly, "I want you to stay, Sybil."

Trelawney let out a loud cry again, with the joy of surviving a desperate situation.

He turned to Professor McGonagall.

"Will you take Sybil upstairs, Professor McGonagall?"

"Of course," McGonagall said, "Come upstairs, Sybil... let's go back..."

Professor Sprout rushed up and took Professor Trelawney's other arm.They led her past Umbridge and up the marble stairs.Professor Flitwick ran after her wand, screaming, "Case move!" Professor Trelawney's box rose into the air and followed her upstairs, Professor Flitwick's back.

Professor Umbridge stood there, staring at Dumbledore, who was still smiling kindly.

"When I appoint a new Divination teacher and need to use her room, what are you going to do with her?" Umbridge asked coldly.

"Oh, that's not a problem," said Dumbledore cheerfully. "You see, we have a new Divination teacher, and he thinks the first floor is good."

"Have you already found -?" Umbridge said sharply, "Have you already found? I remind you, Dumbledore, in accordance with Education Order No. 22 -"

"—The Ministry of Magic has the power to appoint teachers only when the Headmaster cannot find a suitable candidate. I am pleased to announce that this time I have found one. May I introduce him?"

He turned his head to the door, and the sound of horse hooves drifted in from the door accompanied by the night fog.

A face appeared in the fog, one they had all seen before: pale blond hair, startlingly blue eyes, a human head and limbs mounted on the body of a tawny horse.

"This is Firenze," Dumbledore said happily to the stunned Umbridge, "I think you know him. Since last time you reported that the centaurs' astrology may be different from ours, it may be After I needed to adjust my position, I had a chat with Firenze, and he was very willing to comply with the adjustment - I think we can all admit that centaurs are very good fortune tellers."

"So, what about the astronomy class?" Umbridge asked weakly.

"This is another piece of good news," Dumbledore said happily. "Professor Sinister's body has recovered and she is fine. She will resume teaching astronomy for the seventh grade."

Firenze scratched the floor and smiled quietly.