The most popular class among the young witches in Hogwarts was, of course, Divination. Centaur Firenze, Professor Dumbledore's newly appointed Divination professor, had successfully attracted the interest of the young witches with his pale blond hair, startling blue eyes, and somewhat melancholy and mysterious temperament.
"I dare say that you must also feel that Divination is the most charming class now, don't you, Hermione?" Pavati asked with a proud smile.
"It is indeed very strange," Hermione said lightly as she read the Prophet's daily newspaper. "But Umrich won't compromise so easily. Her tyranny has just begun."
"You mean she will also drive out Professor Firenze?" Lavender said in horror.
"I don't know what she will do, but remember my words. Dumbledore appointed a new teacher without asking for her opinion. She will retaliate," Hermione said as she closed the newspaper. "What's more, Professor Firenze is a centaur. You also saw the expression on Umrich's face when she saw Firenze. "
"No, she has already driven out Professor Trelawney. She can't drive out my handsome centaur professor." Pavati clenched her fists and said in a firm tone.
"In any case, don't be happy too early." Hermione said coldly. "By the way, I think Trelawney's resignation made you two very sad, right?"
"Very sad!" Lavender said to her affirmatively. "But we think that she is now much more popular and glamorous as the host of the new Divination program in Harris TV Station than as a professor in Hogwarts. We also sent her a few yellow daffodils that were enchanted with magic. They are beautiful yellow daffodils, unlike the ones in Sprout. "
Harry also liked Firenze as his new professor, not only because of their encounter and conversation in the Forbidden Forest, but also because Firenze no longer had to worry about the daily disasters and accidents.
"Insignificant injuries, insignificant accidents of man," said Firenze, his hoofs clattering on the mossy floor, "as insignificant as ants, compared with the vastness of the universe, unaffected by the motion of the planets."
What Firenze revealed next about the centaur's divination left a deep impression on Harry.
"We observe the sky and pay attention to important signs of disasters or changes. Sometimes, these signs will be marked in the sky. It may take ten years to confirm what we have seen. "
Firenze pointed at the red star right above the classroom.
"In the past ten years, there have been many signs that the people of the World of Adepts are only passing through a short period of peace between the two wars. The sparks of war shone brightly over our heads, and were certain to be renewed in the near future. As for how long it will take, the centaurs may be able to predict it by burning a few herbs and leaves, and by observing the smoke and flames … "
Demstrand. Allen sat by the burning fireplace and flipped through a magic book borrowed from Demstrand. The mark on his hand was burning hot. Lucius and Malfoy had sent a message. Allen frowned. Lord Voldemort and his Death Eaters were about to head to Azkaban to break out of prison, and this was supposed to happen after Christmas. It seemed that the expansion of Aura's team had put a lot of pressure on Lord Voldemort, and he could not wait to restore his team.
Allen put down the magic book, stood up, and paced around the room. Family Harris did not need to get involved in this matter too early. After all, the Dementors were in charge of Azkaban, and the Dementors were under Fudge's jurisdiction. The prison break of the Death Eaters would not harm Family Harris' interests.
Allen stopped in his tracks and quickly replied to Lucius through the sensory mark. He would act according to Lord Voldemort's instructions.
Sitting back in his chair and picking up the magic book, Allen looked at Luna who was sitting beside him. Luna had already lowered her head and was fiddling with the beer cork in her hand.
Allen noticed that Luna kept peeking at him today, and her expression occasionally revealed a troubled look. Could it be that she also wanted a blood oath? Thinking of this, Allen could not help but feel a little excited.
Lucius Malfoy, who was covered in a black magic robe, clenched his fists tightly. His hand under the robe quietly pressed on his hot sensory mark. After receiving Allen's message, he was relieved. Although his days among the Death Eaters were slightly easier after he successfully recruited the giants for his master and regained some trust, if his master's secret operation was discovered by the Ministry of Magic, he would definitely find out who the traitor was. Then, he would be in danger. Last time, he ignored his master's warning and insisted on staying to attack Hagrid and the others. Now that he had lost his master's trust, he would still be treated cruelly by some favored Death Eaters. But now that he was completely following his master's orders, there was no difficulty for him.
"Hey, Lucius, when we go to Azkaban to fight, follow behind me." The haggard Rudolphus Lestrange walked to Lucius's side and said. Because of the years of torture in Azkaban, even after nearly a year of recuperation, Rudolphus still had not recovered. However, he vaguely regained a little of his playboy demeanor when he was Slytherin's chief ball chaser.
He suddenly tiptoed and bumped Lucius's shoulder with his shoulder. The guilty Lucius was so scared that his face turned pale.
"After so many years, you're still so timid. Don't worry, I'll make sure you're safe. Besides, my master has already convinced the Dementors and secretly made a deal with them." Rudolphus showed his usual sarcastic expression. He raised his chin, and his fingers nimbly spun the magic wand. In an instant, he used the flame spurting out from the tip of the wand to draw several patterns.
"Rudolphus, the speed of your wand in your right hand is the fastest I've ever seen except for my master. But this time, please don't burn anything." Lucius nodded slightly and complimented the Death Eater in front of him.
That night, Hogwarts. Coming out of the common room, Harry opened the door of the dormitory. Just as he took a step inside, his head hurt as if it was cut open. He didn't know where he was, whether he was standing or lying down. He didn't even know his own name …
Crazy laughter echoed in his ears … He hadn't been so happy in a long time … Elated, ecstatic, and complacent … A great thing had happened …
Harry lay on the ground, panting, and stared at the ceiling. The scar on his forehead throbbed horribly.
The front page of The Prophet's daily newspaper that was pasted on the bulletin board the next day seemed to be the proof of Firenze's prophecy. Dozens of black and white photos filled the front page. But no matter if it was a man or a woman, they all looked very ferocious. Some were laughing silently, and some arrogantly tapped their fingers on the sides of their photos. Each photo was labeled with the name and the crime that led to Azkaban.
Neville stood in front of the bulletin board with a pale face. He looked at the only witch in The Prophet's daily newspaper, Bellatrix Lestrange. Her long black hair was messy in the photo. Her eyes under her thick eyelids stared at him. A proud and contemptuous smile appeared on her thin lips. Neville clenched the magic wand in his hand.
"Neville?" Harry walked over to Neville, who had been standing in front of the bulletin board for a long time.
Neville frowned and stared at the wanted criminal in the newspaper. His voice was full of sorrow: "Fourteen years ago, this Death Eater called Bellatrix Lestrange … They were very cruel. Rudolph Lestrange's curse was surprisingly accurate, and Bellatrix Lestrange was the cruelest and craziest witch. They used a heart-drilling curse on my parents and did everything they could to torture them to get information … But they never gave in."
Neville turned to Harry fiercely: "I'm proud to be their son, but I'm not sure. I'm not ready to let others know about this except for Freig and you."
"We'll make our parents proud, I promise you." Harry looked at the wanted criminal in the newspaper with a firm gaze.
Harry had already met the woman in the newspaper, Bellatrix Lestrange. She had run out last year. Harry had seen her in the cemetery when he was in the Goblet of Fire. She had even rushed to offer one of her hands for Lord Voldemort's resurrection ceremony. It seems that Foggy is planning to announce the Ministry of Magic's mistake in guarding Azkaban last year together with this time, Harry thought disdainfully.
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