Chapter 574 Investigation Interrupted

The dim divination classroom suddenly became quiet, with only the spices and firewood burning quietly in the fireplace. The little wizards hid behind their books, their eyes reflecting the dim light of the fire.

Divination professor Trelawney raised his head in the firelight and subconsciously looked at the photo in Umbridge's hand. The blond man's eyes seemed to have some kind of magic, and Trelawney vaguely heard She heard the sound of blazing flames, which was overwhelming and overwhelming, and then heard the crackling and popping sound of matches in the fireplace. Trelawny suddenly woke up. For the first time, she realized that her third eye had really detected something. An incredible sight, but difficult to describe in words.

Trelawney took a deep breath and suddenly woke up from the hazy scene. It was like water breaking out from under a black lake. Oxygen poured into his lungs from the dilated nostrils. His chest heaved violently and his heart beat as fast as Like a drum, her sherry-soaked brain was racing at an unprecedented speed, and she clearly realized that ordinary lies could not cope with the senior deputy minister of the Ministry of Magic.

Trelawney composed himself, his eyes slightly lowered, and a vague and ethereal voice floated out from his slightly closed lips:

"The storm is coming...the overlookers are overlooking...will eventually come to the world...the peepers are watching...but will return in vain...the truth will come to light before the heavy snow falls..."

A strange and inexplicable depressive atmosphere hovered over the classroom. A thin layer of sweat appeared on Umbridge's forehead. She subconsciously wanted to squeeze out a smile and say something sarcastic. When she looked up, she saw a pair of bulging eyes, facing a bleak scene. The whites of her eyes seemed to be holding her heart in a daze, as if an invisible hand was holding her heart. She suddenly felt that this classroom was so stuffy and hot that she couldn't stay any longer.

"Okay, okay...I know, that's it for today..." Umbridge uttered a few pale words, scrawled a few words on the writing board in a panic, turned around and walked towards the trap door. He hurriedly turned it out.

The little wizards in the classroom remained quiet and exchanged glances with each other. They all knew that Professor Trelawney was mediocre, and when they suddenly saw her suppressing Umbridge, they were surprised and delighted. They hated Umbridge so much that they would rather see her shriveled.

Loren and Harry looked at Trelawney in surprise. They had seen the professor actually make a prediction. It was somewhat similar to before, but also somewhat different. They were a little unsure for a moment.

Trelawney strode to the front of the podium, sat down with lingering fear, and exhaled a long breath: "Continue class!"

The Divination class was followed by the Defense Against the Dark Arts class. As soon as the bell rang, the students quickly escaped from the stuffy Divination class room and met on the stairs with other elective class students.

Hermione had just finished studying ancient runes and came downstairs. Without Loren having to explain it, Parvati and Lavender explained what had just happened in a more elaborate manner.

"Divination generally requires specific rituals and tools to predict the future. Trelawny saw Umbridge taking out the photo, and she should have prepared the ritual based on the clues shown in the photo, but she made the prophecy without any ritual process. This is obviously different from It’s different from what the book says…”

Hermione smoothed the strap of her schoolbag and whispered to Loren next to her, "What do you think, did Trelawney make a real prophecy, or did she pretend to be a ghost and scare Umbridge away?"

Loren stepped over the stair trap at his feet and walked steadily towards the Defense Against the Dark Arts classroom: "I don't know, the words that came out of her mouth were intermittent and the meaning was vague. I'm afraid she couldn't explain it clearly."

"I think it may be a real prophecy. This is what she predicted during the last divination test." Harry said in a serious tone, "I wonder who the Overlooker and Peeper she mentioned are, and whether they are related to Voldemort... …”

"What a loose subject..." Hermione muttered quietly.

When they entered the classroom, Umbridge was sitting on the podium, staring at her writing board in trance. It was not until the bell rang that she stood up belatedly and assigned course tasks with a kind smile.

"We finished the first chapter in the last class. Today I hope you will all turn the book to page 19 and start reading the second chapter, ordinary defense theory and its origin..."

She changed her voice, her eyes fell on Harry, and pointedly warned: "Don't talk while reading."

Loren was lying on the table. It was another full hour and a half of self-study time. There was no need to open the book. He had almost read it once in the last class. The crotchety wording and obscure semantics were not worth repeating. taste.

"What an irresponsible professor!" Hermione slapped "Magic Defense Theory" on the desk.

…

Wednesday morning, Arithmancy break.

Professor Settima Victor sat on the podium, holding a book of linear algebra in her hand. This was a gift brought back from the Muggle world by Caredi Bubaji during the summer vacation. She lowered her head and read with interest. From time to time, he raised his head and glanced at the students talking and laughing in the classroom.

Some young wizards were studying the difficult problems of the previous class. The drafts were filled with the entire parchment. They kept deriving formulas, substitutions and simplifications until the end. They were surprised to find that they were back to the first step. In order to calm down their crazy minds, they kept taking deep breaths. , the tip of the quill pen almost broke.

Some little wizards stared at the questions, with their hands in their pockets, sweating on their foreheads, without moving a pen, trying to figure out the answer from the questions.

Professor Victor slowly looked away and decided to ask him to answer questions in the second half of the class. If he didn't know how to do calculations, he would come to the podium and follow her ideas and calculations step by step, which would definitely impress him.

Most of the students in the front row had already solved the riddle and were chattering about interesting things that had happened recently in the school. They were not far from the podium, and their voices were a bit noisy, which could be clearly heard in her ears.

"You know, Umbridge is investigating the professors recently, and she looks so arrogant!" Ravenclaw's Lisa Dupin tried her best to imitate her voice, but the teenage girl's voice couldn't be produced. With a delicate and sweet artificiality, he could only lower his eyelids and get closer to Umbridge, "At that time, we and the Hufflepuff people were doing transfiguration, and Umbridge opened the door with a click and came in. ! "

"Professor McGonagall didn't react at all?" Loren asked the question at the right time, with a confused look on his face.

There are not many students taking Arithmetic Divination, and those who can persist until fifth grade are even rarer. Most of them are from Ravenclaw House. Loren and Hermione have excellent grades and sit in the front row all year round. Naturally, they follow a few The classmates became familiar with each other.

Hermione sat quietly next to her. She could clearly feel that Lisa Dupin's eyes lit up when she heard the question, as if she was celebrating finding a qualified audience. Her eyebrows couldn't stop twitching with joy, and the expression on her face became more expressive.

Obviously, this is another interpersonal skill.

Hermione glanced at Loren silently and wrote down the skills in the notebook in her heart.

"Who said there was no response? Professor McGonagall's face turned dark!" Lisa Dupin said happily, "But she didn't want to talk to Umbridge at all, and didn't even look at her, as if she didn't exist. Keep teaching."

"Then what?" Loren asked impatiently.

"Professor McGonagall asked Hannah to hand out her homework, and asked Rolf to hand out teaching supplies and a box of mice. You should have taken this lesson, which is the disappearing spell in Chapter 2... During this period, Umbridge He kept sitting in the back and causing trouble, coughing non-stop as if he had a cold... Professor McGonagall couldn't help it anymore——"

Lisa Dupin suppressed her twitching eyebrows, restrained her expression, and imitated Professor McGonagall's stern face when she was angry. She lowered her voice and said coldly: "If you are sick, go to the school infirmary. Madam Pomfrey has enough medicine for you." You eat, and besides, I usually don’t allow others to talk when I’m talking!”

Before Loren and Hermione could react, she couldn't help but giggle, laughing so hard that she was out of breath: "You didn't see it, but Umbridge looked like she had been slapped. It was like a slap in the face, and that toad’s face turned red with anger!”

"Pfft!"

Hearing the voice, the little wizard immediately turned his head and looked at Professor Setima Victor on the podium with suspicion. She pushed up her glasses calmly and continued to stare at a matrix operation problem.

"..."

Lisa turned to look at the two of them and raised a suspicious eyebrow: "Did I hear it wrong? Did you hear it just now? Was Professor Victor snickering?"

"You must have heard wrong."

"Really...forget it, I will continue to tell you about Umbridge's investigation of Professor Flitwick!" Lisa told the story enthusiastically, "Just yesterday, in the Charms class of the first-year students, Umbridge Chip arrived in the classroom earlier than Professor Flitwick and occupied the professor's usual stool, forcing the professor to stand on the podium and lead everyone to practice the levitation spell."

"Merlin's beard...and then what?"

Lisa snickered for a while, then she suppressed her laughter and said, "Then she stupidly asked Professor Flitwick, can the students see your demonstration movements? Can this ensure the teaching effect?"

"Pfft!"

Lisa turned her head suddenly and saw Professor Victor performing matrix transformation on the manuscript paper. The confusion in her eyes became more intense, and she slowly turned her head: "Did I hear it wrong again?"

Loren and Hermione raised their heads and glanced at the professor whose pen tip was trembling, and nodded silently: "You heard it wrong, you heard it wrong!"

"Okay..." Lisa nodded thoughtfully, patted the table and continued, "Professor Flitwick didn't answer her question at that time. He just replaced the feathers used to practice the levitation spell with wooden sticks. What about the first-year students?" You can control this, but everything went out of control, and the wooden sticks hit Umbridge one after another, knocking her head all over! Hahahaha..."

"This is nothing. The most powerful one is Professor Snape..." Lisa smacked her lips and sighed, "Qiu Zhang told us last night. In the sixth grade Potions class, she went to the underground classroom to investigate Snape. Professor Nape, the professor didn't react at all, he just said in a sarcastic tone, we have a guest today..."

"Umbridge spent the first half hour huddled in a corner taking notes. When the students were brewing potions, she became restless and began to pester Professor Snape with questions about why you are the Potions Professor. How many years have passed? Why are the steps you described so different from those in the book? Did you apply for Defense Against the Dark Arts at the beginning? Do you regret it after you failed..."

Loren took a breath. This senior deputy minister of the Ministry of Magic was really brave. He dared to dance in Professor Snape's minefield.

"I want to ask, did she walk out of the underground classroom standing?"

"The one who was carried out..." Lisa gave her a "You are an expert" look, "She followed Professor Snape wherever he went, and ended up knocking over Marietta Acamo's crucible. , a whole pot of boiling potion was sprinkled on her body, and in less than half a minute, pustules began to appear on her body, which were densely packed, eh..."

"Tsk, now she's really a toad."

Perhaps it was because the potion that Professor Snape had improved was so effective that Umbridge never showed up again until this weekend, nor did she appear in other professors' classes. It's easy to tell that the abscesses on her body never subsided.

On Saturday morning, Snape, the mastermind behind the plot, turned up the collar of his magic robe and stepped out of the gate of Hogwarts.

After leaving the Hogwarts area, he waved his wand, and the abundant magic stirred the space. The air made a slight explosion, and he disappeared on the muddy path.

In Wiltshire, England, far away from the city, a dignified mansion is located on the plain, surrounded by a well-designed garden, with fountains and free-roaming white peacocks, and a delicate wrought iron gate with hazy smoke floating.

The space in front of the door twisted and trembled, and with a light puff, a tall figure wearing a magic robe and with a collar turned up appeared out of thin air at the door.

Snape looked at the wrought iron gate and walked forward, his figure shrouded in smoke. Before he could ring the doorbell, a faint sound of footsteps came from the courtyard.

With her slender pale fingers resting on the cold wrought iron, a blonde woman with delicate makeup pushed open the iron gate. Her slightly tired eyes lit up slightly after seeing the person coming, and she shouted with a little joy: "Severus!"

"I can see that you welcome my arrival, Narcissa." Snape's low voice was not hurried, and his thin lips pursed into a slightly sarcastic smile, "But when does Mrs. Malfoy need to open the door for guests in person? Have all the elves in the manor hanged themselves?"

"Oh, I..." Narcissa first looked back cautiously at the person around her. The castle behind him, stepped back to let him into the yard, and then whispered nervously: "Severus... I came to greet you specially."

"So, what can I do for you?"

"I want to ask about Draco's recent situation, how he is doing, you know, he is still a child, can't bear such great pressure..."

"Fifth grade is indeed a little stressful. Professor Sinistra of Astronomy reported that his homework was perfunctory, and as a class leader, he can't play a role model..."

"This child..."

The two walked towards the main castle on the soft grass.

It was like a professor visiting the student's home and the mother of the student.