Umrich was now probably ready to carry out her educational reform steadily. The failure of Elwyn and Harry last time, as well as the research of many think tanks in the Ministry of Magic, made her realize that she could not be impatient or resort to magical means. That was not her strength. There were too many people in the Hogwarts who were more powerful than her in magic!
If she continued to compete in magic, she might not even know how she was played to death …
Her advantage was the power given to her by the Ministry of Magic, the power to override the Hogwarts, so she was prepared to make full use of this power.
First, after the return of the country, two education orders were issued in succession, abolishing all groups and taking back the highest authority to punish and adjudicate.
Second, the dismissal of Elwyn as the president of the Boy Student Union.
Finally, she continued her previous examination, expel a professor as soon as possible, and force Dumbledore to make mistakes.
Even if they could not, they would feel the power of the Ministry of Magic.
Professor Meg and Snape were fine. Although Umrich did not like them and knew that they were Dumbledore's right-hand men, she could not say anything. They taught well and had real skills.
But Professor Trelawney was completely different. Before she entered the true prophecy state, she was an old liar.
She did not know what Umbridge had said to her, but she had been in class, and suddenly, she had broken down!
"Start, what are you all standing there for?!" Professor Trelawney said loudly, her voice shrill and a little hysterical. "You know what to do! Am I so bad at teaching that you can't even open the textbook? "
The whole class looked at her in confusion and looked at each other.
Professor Trelawney angrily walked back to the high-back teacher's chair, her eyes magnified by the lenses filled with angry tears.
"She probably received the results of the investigation!" Ginny whispered. "Umrich reported the results of the investigation some time ago yesterday. I heard from Michael that Professor Meg tore the results of the investigation into pieces in front of the whole class and threw them away."
This was very in line with Professor Meg's style, but Professor Trelawney was not so relaxed!
"Professor, is there something wrong?" a student asked.
"No!" cried Professor Trelawney, her voice shaking with emotion. "Of course not! I have been insulted, insinuated, baseless accusations, but there is nothing wrong with that, of course there is nothing wrong with that. "
She took a deep, shaky breath and turned her face away, angry tears welling up under her glasses.
"I won't mention it!" She choked and said, "I don't want to mention it. I worked hard for 16 years, so obviously no one noticed. But I don't deserve to be humiliated, I don't deserve it! If that day really comes, I will leave on my own, rather than stay here and be insulted. "
It was clear that Professor Trelawney had nowhere to go. If she had, she would probably have left immediately.
For a quack who shared her life's work with divination, her ability to survive outside of Hogwarts was almost zero.
Perhaps someone would come to her for divination, but apart from omens and death, there would be nothing helpful from her.
As far as Elwyn knew, wizards with real divination abilities were very, very rare! Similar to the situation of pure-blood wizard families, the bloodlines of ancient prophets and prophets were getting thinner and thinner, and this ability was also lost, just as no pure-blood wizard could still activate his family's bloodline magic.
"But Professor, who is insulting you?"
"Those in power!" Professor Trelawney said in a low, shaky voice, like a drama. "Those whose eyes are blinded by the world, and cannot see what I see, and know what I know. Of course, we prophets are always feared, always persecuted, and it has been so since time immemorial. They are afraid, afraid of the fate we see. This is, alas, our fate! "
She choked, wiped her wet cheeks with the corner of her shawl, pulled a small embroidered handkerchief from her sleeve, and blew her nose so hard that it sounded like Peeves.
"If you mean Umrich …"
"Don't mention that woman to me!" Professor Trelawney shouted with all her strength. She jumped to her feet and shook her head like a rattle. Her glasses blinked. "Now, please do your homework. Hurry up. Start now!"
For the rest of the time, she walked back and forth in the class.
There were still tears dripping from behind her glasses, and from time to time, she muttered to herself, as if she was threatening someone.
"She might as well resign. This kind of humiliation, hmph, I'll keep her on probation. Let's see if she dares to …"
Not surprisingly, Professor Trelawney would definitely be fired by Umrich. The only exception was probably Hagrid.
If he came back, the two of them could compete to see whose class was worse, and then Umrich could choose between them.
That night, in Gryffindor's common room, when Elwyn and Corin relayed Professor Trelawney's performance to Harry, Hermione, and Ron, a snow-white figure slammed into the window of the common room with a bang.
"Oh my god, it's Hedwig, what happened to it?"
At that moment, Hedwig was perched on the narrow window sill, looking at them through the thick glass, a letter tied to her leg.
"I don't know, I haven't seen it all day, and it didn't appear this morning. I thought it went into the Forbidden Forest to hunt." Harry said, walking over to open the window to let Hedwig in. "That's strange, who could have written me a letter?"
He thought that Hedwig would stretch out her leg for him to take the letter down, and then fly back to the owl's shack.
But as soon as the window was wide enough, it jumped in, wailing.
Harry hurriedly closed the window, and Hedwig squatted on his shoulder.
"Who wrote you a letter? Is it a cold? "
"Oh, it doesn't seem like it. He has his own communication channel, there's no need for him to write us a letter, and it's not Hedwig either …"
"Wait, look, it's injured!" Hermione said. "Its wing isn't right!"
Everyone noticed that Hedwig's feathers were abnormally unkempt, some of them were folded upside down, and it was trembling.
When Harry touched its wing, it jumped in fright, all its feathers standing up, as if filled with air. It looked at him reproachfully.
The few of them looked at each other, the situation wasn't quite right.
"It's been attacked, is there some ferocious beast around?" Ron said hesitantly.
"Impossible, there are no creatures around Hogwarts that would harm the school's owls, they've all been trained."
"The injury on its body seems to be man-made." Elwyn said, looking at Hedwig's folded feathers. "Someone must have intercepted it, we know that Hogwarts's internal and external communication channels are being monitored. Someone recognized Hedwig, knowing that it's Harry's owl, and wanted to obtain the letter on its leg."
"We all know who it is, that hateful old toad!"
"If only Hagrid was here!" Harry opened the note Hedwig brought, "Hey, it's a letter from Hagrid, addressed to Elwyn."
"What does the letter say?"
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