"Dear Sybil!" Professor Albus-Dumbledore's calm voice came from inside the room, but his tone seemed to be suppressing his inner annoyance:

"I'm sorry, but I do have another date later, so ......"

"Is that why you're going to brutally kick me out of your office, Dumbledore?" argued the somewhat hysterical female voice.

Astoria Greengrass quickly heard the owner of the voice - she seemed to be Professor Sybil Trelawney, the teacher of the divination class.

"Of course not, but I don't think we have much to say......" Dumbledore's tone became slightly impatient.

"Very good, very good!" said Professor Trelawney, as if he had been hurt greatly, "if you refuse to get rid of the pony and insist that he share the divination lesson with me......, so be it!

"Of course, I don't doubt that in the slightest, Sybil ......"

"That damned colt, I even suspect that he poisoned the bottle of mead I drank last time...... He's trying to get me out of Hogwarts, out of my classroom, and to deceive my students!"

"Sybil, it was just an accident, it had nothing to do with Ferenze, I can swear!" Dumbledore raised his voice, a hint of impatience in his tone.

"Poor children, they are all deceived by the sooth who does not know what divination is, deceived by its lies, and ...... Under its influence, they became hostile to me......"

"That's enough, Sybil!" Dumbledore seemed angry.

"Just like what happened in that room, they threw me out and hit me with my sherry bottle...... They were still cheering and celebrating the vile behavior......" Professor Trelawney, unaware of the rector's anger, continued to grumble.

"What, what did you say?" Dumbledore's tone suddenly changed, and his anger disappeared in an instant: "Sybil, you just said that someone threw you out, where?"

I-hmm!" said Professor Trelawney, while encircling herself with a shawl with some wariness: "I was walking alone, thinking of some ominous sign that I happened to catch a glimpse...... To the eighth floor of the room where things were hidden, on the right was a tapestry of trolls dancing, and on the left was a smooth, hard stone wall - I don't know if you know there, Headmaster......"

“...... It occurred to me that I had some sherry bottles hidden in there, and I was going to take them out. As soon as I opened the door, I was thrown headfirst by several students, very, very rude, and rude...... They were also happy to cheer in the house and celebrate this bad behavior!"

There was a brief lull in the principal's office—

"I'll look into this, Sybil!" Dumbledore said calmly, "help you find those who have been rude to you." ”

"Thank you very much, Headmaster," said Professor Trelawney, pulling at her shawl and the many strings of shining beads, "but if I make a small prophecy, it will be clear who they are, except that prophecy is not for the purpose of paying attention to such worldly matters......

"I understand you, Sybil!" Dumbledore gave the last eviction order, "It's just that we've been delayed for too long, if you don't have anything else to do......"

Professor Trelawney straightened up when he heard this, and looked very arrogant: "I'm not going to beg for nothing to pester people who don't respect me, Dumbledore, take my leave!"

......

Professor Trelawney pushed the door open and quickly disappeared into the spiral staircase.

She didn't even notice Astoria standing behind the door, and Astoria seemed to have tripped and nearly fallen as she heard her go downstairs.

Pursing her lips and holding back a smile, Astoria walked into the principal's office.

Albus Dumbledore, who had just spoken, had vanished, and in his seat was Jon Hart's young face.

"Please close the door!" Jon's voice was a little preoccupied.

"Professor Trelawney is still upset about Professor Ferencze's business?" Astoria complied, then sat down at the rector's desk and asked in a low voice.

"Yes, not happy. Jon nodded, "The divination class is a lot more troublesome than I thought, and I can't get Ferenze back into the woods because he's been expelled." I can't let Trelawney go, because that would undoubtedly put him in danger, and Tom will gladly take a wandering Hogwarts teacher hostage. ”

Astoria was tempted to ask, "Who is Tom", but she didn't say anything.

"You're getting more and more of a headmaster now!" she said with a smile.

"Yes, I agree!" a shrill voice came from the wall.

However, Astoria was not taken aback by the voice, and politely saluted the voiced portrait.

Principal Phineas Black also gracefully took off his hat, revealing his bare head.

"Tell me, what's wrong today. Jon asked with a doting look at Astoria and a smile.

"I'd like to ask about Gobarrot's third law, I don't know much about it!" Astoria took out her copy of "Intermediate Potions Making" and said with a serious face, "Professor Slughorn said in yesterday's class that this is. Key content of the LS exam......"

"Gobarott's third law states that the antidote to a mixed poison is greater than the sum of the antidotes for each individual ingredient. Jon pondered for a moment, then replied:

"This means that if we have correctly analyzed the composition of a potion with Scarppin's manifestation charm, our primary goal is not simply to select the antidote to each individual ingredient, but to find additional ingredients that can transform various disparate ingredients through an almost alchemical process......"

Astoria carefully jotted down what Jon had said, bit by bit.

“...... And the Law of Gamp's Metamorphosis......" Astoria continued.

Jon pondered for a moment, then continued to answer for her.

The two of them asked and answered each other very tacitly, and the portraits on the wall interjected a few words from time to time, and the atmosphere in the entire principal's office was very warm.

......

The clock on the wall struck eleven unconsciously, and Fawkes called out a little lazily.

Astoria stretched, looked up and suddenly saw Jon's worried face, and asked with some concern, "Is there anything important?"

"Yes, Professor Trelawney just inadvertently reminded me that some things have to be done earlier!" Jon nodded.

"Then I'll go back first!" Astoria said quickly.

"Well, go back, I'm going to get some business done!" Jon replied calmly.