There is no doubt that most of the students had a great time in this Magical Beasts Conservation class.

Jon even felt that the lesson was almost the pinnacle of Hagrid's career...... Sniffing such a cute magical creature is indeed much more popular than a Hippogriff or Thestrals.

But after a few minutes, the happy expressions on their faces disappeared.

After the bell rang for the end of class, they were on their way back to the castle...... Far away from the castle, the woman's screams could be heard clearly.

It seems to be coming from the foyer.

"What's that sound?" said the surrounding Slytherin students.

The woman's screams rang out again.

"That's like ...... Professor Trelawney?" Astoria said softly, frowning.

"yes, it's Trelawney's voice!"

......

The screams were coming from the foyer, and the screams grew louder as they got closer to the castle.

By the time they reached the foyer, it was already crowded, and many luncheon students, swarming out of the auditorium to see what was going on, squeezed more people up the marble staircase.

Jon walked past a group of older students and saw Professor Flitwick, Professor Sprout, and Mrs. Hooch inside.

The expressions on their faces all looked very uncomfortable.

And in the middle of the foyer is undoubtedly Professor Sybil Trelawney.

With a wand in one hand and a bottle in the other, she looked completely insane.

Her head was disheveled, her glasses were crooked, and her scarf and shawl hung messily, giving the impression that she was wearing tattered clothes. There were also two large boxes next to her, one upside down, as if thrown down the stairs.

Professor Trelawney seemed to stare in horror at something at the bottom of the stairs, more precisely, a person.

"No!" "This can't be," she pleaded...... What can't you do...... I refuse!"

"No, I can!" said a high-pitched girl-like voice, as if innocently romantic, "According to Education Order 23, the highest Hogwarts Inquisitor, who is also me, has the authority to inspect, retain, and fire any Hogwarts teacher!"

Dolores Umbridge straightened her back and tried to make the Merlin First Class Medal on her chest look even shinier.

She added: "Dear Sybil, although you can't even predict tomorrow's weather, you should always realize that your poor performance in my lectures and the lack of improvement since then will inevitably lead to your dismissal, right?"

"No...... You can't...... You can't!" Professor Trelawney wailed, tears pouring out from behind his glasses, little by little, "You can't...... You can't fire me! I'm in this castle...... I've been here for sixteen years......! Hogwarts is my ...... My home!"

Because of the crying, her voice was choppy and a little stuttering.

"Of course, this was once your home. A smug smile appeared on Umbridge's face.

Especially when she saw Professor Trelawney slump on a box and weep bitterly, she even looked rather gloating.

She warned, "Just an hour ago, the venerable Minister of Magic, Mr. Connelly Fudge, signed your dismissal order...... So now, Sybil, please leave the hall now, and don't embarrass us!"

With the sound of scattered footsteps, Professor Minerva-McGonagall squeezed her way out of the crowd and walked straight up to Professor Trelawney, patted her vigorously on the back, pulled a large handkerchief from her robe, and wiped her tears.

"Alright, Sybil, calm down!" Professor McGonagall's voice has never been so gentle, "It's not as bad as you think, you won't leave the ...... of Hogwarts"

"Oh, yes, Professor McGonagall?" Umbridge took a few steps forward and asked viciously, "I want to know, with whose permission?"

"Me. A deep voice came from outside the castle.

......

The gate of the castle made of oak was opened, and the students at the gate hurriedly dodged a way.

Professor Albus-Dumbledore, he walked through the door, standing by the doorframe with a strong sense of majesty.

Dumbledore strode through the crowd towards Professor Trelawney. She was still sitting on the box, her face stained with tears and trembling all over.

"You, Professor Dumbledore?" Umbridge let out a particularly nasty screech, "I'm afraid you don't know, I have here a dismissal order signed by myself and the Minister of Magic, according to Education Order No. 23 ......"

"You have the right to fire my teachers under that Education Order No. 1!" Dumbledore said with a serious face, "but you can't kick them out of the school!"

"I'm afraid this power still belongs to the Headmaster!" Dumbledore bowed gracefully to Umbridge, then turned to Professor McGonagall and said, "Minerva, please bring Sybil back to her room." ”

Professor McGonagall picked up Professor Trelawney, and Professor Flitwick ran over and used his wand to float the two large boxes up behind them.

"Good...... Very good......" Umbridge looked a little offended, and she whispered, "But I swear this power is only yours temporarily......"

However, Dumbledore didn't seem to hear this, and after giving Professor McGonagall any more orders, he walked out of the oak gate without looking back.

......

As the teachers left one after another, the crowd of onlookers gradually dispersed.

However, many Slytherin middle and upper middle school students stayed.

"Christopher!" Pansy Parkinson screamed, "That prophecy you made from months ago ......"

"Falcon, Professor Trelawney will encounter a sworn enemy...... Tower, Professor Trelawney will face the greatest dilemma of her life, and she will almost lose everything she cherishes...... And the sun, and in the most dangerous moments, someone will reach out to Professor Trelawney and save her from the abyss!" Pansy Parkinson repeated what Jon had said in his divination class.

"That's right, it's not bad!" Draco Malfoy took a deep breath and patted Jon on the shoulder, "Christopher, Dumbledore's old fool should make you a divination teacher." ”

"If you can see through the fog of time, it's not too hard to predict this!" Jon said calmly.

They whispered a few more words.

Before leaving, Draco Malfoy reminded Jon, "This Sunday, going to Hogsmeade for the second time this semester...... Old time, old place, don't forget, W our party!"