Chapter 976 Hagrid's Letter and Request

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Umbridge is probably ready to implement her education reform steadily now. The failure of Ivan and Harry last time and the research of many think tanks of the Ministry of Magic made her realize that she should not rush or resort to magic methods. That is not her fault. Strengths, there are too many people in Hogwarts who are more powerful than him in magic!

Continue to fight for magic power, she may not even know how she was played to death

Her advantage was the Ministry of Magic's right over Hogwarts, so she was ready to make the most of it.

First of all, there are two education orders issued one after another after the reunification, canceling all groups and imposing the highest punishment and adjudication power.

Second, remove Alvin from the position of President of the Boys Student Council.

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

Even if it couldn't, it would give them a sense of the power of the Ministry.

Professor McGonagall and Snape are okay here. Although Umbridge doesn't like them and knows that they are Dumbledore's right-hand man, he can't say anything. Their classes are very good and they have real skills.

But Professor Trelawney is completely different here. Before she entered the real state of prophecy, she was an old liar.

I don't know what Umbridge said to her, anyway, she was doing well in class, and suddenly collapsed!

"Let's go, what are you all standing there for?!" Professor Trelawney said loudly, his voice was a little hysterical. "You know what to do! Could it be that my teaching is so bad that you haven't learned to open your textbooks?"

The whole class looked at her in confusion and looked at each other.

Professor Trelawney angrily walked back to the high-backed teacher's chair, tears of anger filled her eyes magnified by the lens.

"She probably received the survey results!" Ginny whispered, "Umbridge gave feedback on the survey results some time ago yesterday, and I heard from Michael that Professor McGonagall directly sent the survey results in front of the whole class. It was torn up and thrown away.”

This is in line with Professor McGonagall's style, but Professor Trelawney is not so relaxed here!

"Professor, is there something wrong?" a student asked.

"No!" cried Professor Trelawney, his voice trembling with excitement. "Of course not! I've been insulted, made insinuations, made baseless accusations, but nothing wrong, of course not."

Trembling, she took a deep breath and turned her face away, tears of anger welling up from under her glasses.

"I won't mention it!" she choked up, "I don't want to mention it. I have worked hard for sixteen years and obviously no one noticed, but I shouldn't be insulted, I shouldn't! If there is such a day, I will leave by myself instead of staying insulted here."

It was clear that Professor Trelawney had nowhere to go, and if she did she would probably leave immediately.

For a psychic who has devoted her life's work to divination, her chances of surviving outside Hogwarts are next to zero.

Maybe someone will come to her for divination, but apart from omens and omens of death, nothing helpful can be obtained from her.

As far as Aiwen knows, wizards with real divination ability are very, very rare now! Similar to the situation of the pure-blood wizard family, the blood of the ancient prophets and prophets is getting thinner and thinner, and this ability is also lost, just like no pure-blood wizard can activate the blood magic of their own family.

"But Professor, who is insulting you?"

"The people in power!" said Professor Trelawney, in a low, trembling theatrical voice, "those whose eyes are blinded by the world to see what I see and know what I know. We prophets, of course, are always to be feared." , are always persecuted, have been like this since ancient times, and they are afraid, afraid of the fate we see. This is, alas, our fate!"

Choking, she wiped her wet cheeks with the corner of her shawl, pulled a small embroidered handkerchief from her sleeve, and blew her nose vigorously like Peeves' peeves.

"If you mean Umbridge..."

"Don't mention that woman to me!" Professor Trelawney yelled with all her strength, jumped up, her head shook like a rattle, and her glasses flashed, "Now, please do your homework, hurry up , start now!"

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

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

"Let's just resign, this kind of shame, hmph, keep it for observation, wait and see, see if she dares..."

Not surprisingly, Professor Trelawney will definitely be dismissed by Umbridge, with the only exception probably being Hagrid.

If he came back, the two of them could compare which one was worse, and let Umbridge choose one of them.

In the Gryffindor common room that night, when Ivan and Colin relayed Professor Trelawney's performance to Harry, Hermione, and Ron, a snow-white figure slammed into the window of the lounge up, with a bang.

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

At this time, Hedwig was perched on the narrow window sill, watching them through the thick glass, with a letter tied to her foot.

"I don't know. I haven't seen it all day. It didn't show up this morning. I thought it was hunting in the Forbidden Forest." Harry said, going to open the window to let Hedwig in. "It's strange, Who will write to me?"

He thought Hedwig would reach out to let him take the letter down and fly back to the owl shack.

But as soon as the window was opened wide enough, it jumped in, whining.

Harry hurriedly closed the window, Hedwig squatting on his shoulders.

"Who wrote you the letter? Was it a cold?"

"Well, it seems not. He has his own communication channel, there is no need to write to us, and he doesn't use Hedwig either."

"Wait a minute, look, it's hurt!" said Hermione, "There's something wrong with its wings!"

Everyone noticed that Hedwig's feathers were unusually disheveled, some were folded upside down, and she was trembling.

It gave a start when Harry touched its wings, all its feathers puffed up as if inflated, and it looked at him reproachfully.

Several people looked at each other, and something was wrong.

"It was attacked, is there some beast around?" Ron said hesitantly.

"Impossible, there are no creatures around Hogwarts that could harm the school owls, they are all trained."

"The injury on its body seems to be man-made." Ivan said, looking at Hedwig's upside-down feathers, "Someone must have intercepted it. We know that the communication channels inside and outside Hogwarts have been monitored, and someone recognized it. Hedwig knew it was Harry's owl and wanted to get the letter from her feet."

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

"If only Hagrid was here!" Harry opened the note Hedwig brought, "Hey, it's Hagrid's letter, addressed to Ivan."

"What did the letter say?"

"With the help of Mrs. Maxime, he is about to cross the English Channel. They cannot use magic, because the whole of England is now under strict surveillance by the Ministry of Magic. He will probably arrive at Hogwarts later this week. " Ivan took the note Harry handed over, "Well, in addition to declaring safety, he wants me to come forward and discuss with the horse people in the Forbidden Forest to see if they can set aside a place in the forest for Greg Lope lives in..."

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