Harry Potter I Am Death

Chapter 235 Prophecy

"I vetoed your proposal in the name of the school director. If you want to oppose me, please convince at least half of the school directors first."

"You..." Umbridge's hand holding the wand was trembling, and her two small eyes were gleaming with viciousness. She wished she could cast a few curses.

Eli glanced at Umbridge's wand. There were some magic fluctuations coming from there. He chuckled, "Professor Umbridge wants to directly attack me?"

Umbridge's face changed, and he was taken aback. It would be extremely unwise to attack Eli at this time.

Not to mention whether he can fight well, but as an official appointed by the Ministry of Magic and a professor at the school, he rashly used violence against a student, and in front of almost the entire school, this is a big scandal.

Not only will Dumbledore be kicked out of Hogwarts directly, but he will also be seized the opportunity to directly target Fudge, who is the Minister of Magic.

If Fudge falls like this now, there will be no good fruit for her.

She took a few deep breaths and lifted her chin, but even then she managed to meet Eli's gaze.

Squeezed out an extremely ugly smile, "Okay, very good."

After she finished speaking, she turned around and walked out. Eli squinted at Umbridge who was walking out, wondering what evil trick the old witch was planning.

"Okay, it was just a small episode, and now I officially announce that this duel club gathering has officially begun!"

Umbridge nearly gritted his teeth at the tidal wave of cheers behind him.

Fred and George yelled the loudest in the crowd, and they wanted to throw Eli into the sky.

"Eli just kicked out a professor!"

"Long live!"

These are two things that are not too big a deal to watch.

This duel club gathering is more lively than ever. You must know that the little wizards of this semester haven't competed for a long time.

There are students learning from each other everywhere, and Eli keeps walking around the field, giving a few words of guidance from time to time.

Eli once again became the professor of Defense Against the Dark Arts, explaining spells to the students everywhere.

The students just feel that they have learned more in today's assembly than all the courses they have taken in the previous period of this semester.

The students rejoiced because the old hag was devastated!

Umbridge, who left in despair, is not a person who will let it go, and she will definitely get worse in the days to come.

As it turned out, she did, with newly added school rules nailed to the wall near the entrance of the Great Hall, and Filch's ladder getting higher and higher.

Students feel that their words and deeds seem to be able to find the corresponding requirements in those school rules. They are more and more like marionettes one by one. Even if they speak louder in the corridor, they may be detained several times. Points, and then go to be punished.

The frequency of her entering the classroom has also increased.

At this time, she was in the divination classroom.

The divination professor - Trelawney is in a panic right now. She was just trying to trick... imparting knowledge, and a pink guy broke in, grabbing her and asking non-stop.

The students were all jokingly watching the excitement, and they all wanted to see what kind of strange magical reaction could happen between the old magician Trelawney and the old witch Umbridge.

"Can you tell me, how long have you been doing this job?" Umbridge resumed his girlish attitude.

"Uh……"

"Okay, then can you do a divination for me?"

Trelawney looked confused, I haven't said yet, what did you write in that notebook?

While Trelawney was still in a daze, Umbridge pursed his lips, "Isn't even a small prediction okay?"

Divination is not something that can be tested just by testing, but Umbridge definitely didn't intend to ask Trelawney to tell his fortune, she was just here to make trouble.

"... Tsk, okay." She wrote a few words in the notebook, then turned around and was about to leave.

Seeing that Umbridge was about to leave, Trelawney quickly stopped her, "No, no, wait, I can predict..."

Umbridge turned to look at Trelawney with interest.

Trelawney stretched out one hand, blinking his eyes like a dancer, "You will be in danger..."

Umbridge raised an eyebrow, but maintained a dry smile.

"You... I also saw... a toad..."

A malicious light flashed in Umbridge's eyes, his face froze, "Very good."

Then she walked straight out, leaving Trelawney uneasy.

Those fortune tellers in Eli's previous life were all very intelligent people. As long as they came to tell fortunes, they would first say some good things, and then they would say some bad things to scare them.

People like Trelawney, who say it directly and harshly, will never make money, not to mention that the object of prediction is still someone who can decide whether she will stay or not.

The next day, the students gathered around the gate of Hogwarts.

Filch pushed his way through the crowd, carrying a large suitcase.

Of course it wasn't that he was going on vacation, he put the box at Trelawney's feet, and there were some big and small luggage beside him, and Trelawney was crying.

At this time, Umbridge walked out from the crowd, and no one existed within a few meters of where he passed.

She walked directly in front of Trelawney, looking at her with a playful look.

"Please, I work and live here. Hogwarts is my home..." Trelawney begged with a choked voice, the handkerchief on her hand was already wet.

The students around her were a bit unbearable. Although Trelawney was indeed a little unreliable in class, at least she was not an annoying teacher.

Seeing the professor's humility, some of the students turned their heads away.

"Of course not," said Umbridge in her trademark high-pitched voice.

Professor McGonagall ran over, she put her arms around Trelawney, and Trelawney wept on Professor McGonagall's shoulder.

Although Professor McGonagall doesn't like Trelawney very much because of her unreliability, she is kind and she can't bear it.

"Minerva, what do you want to say?"

"Then I have a lot to say!" Professor McGonagall glared. Unfortunately, even though she is the vice-principal, she has no way to directly confront the authorization of the Ministry of Magic.

"You can't, you can't..." Trelawney sobbed, her tangled hair making her look even more haggard.

"Why can't I?" Umbridge smiled with satisfaction, as if admiring a beautiful piece of art.

"Sybil, you go back to the castle first, you don't need to leave." A confident voice came, and Dumbledore walked out of the crowd.

"Thank you, thank you Albus..." Professor McGonagall hurriedly helped Trelawney into the castle.

Umbridge stared coldly, "Dumbledore, according to Education Order No. 23 issued by Cornelius..."

"You have the right to fire my teachers, but you don't have the right to drive them out of the castle." Dumbledore looked at Umbridge coldly.

"As the principal, I have the right to keep her."

Umbridge said, still with that sinister smile, "For now," and she walked away.