"Yo, isn't this the famous Potter? Why didn't you say hello when you saw the prefect, it's so rude. Malfoy maliciously stopped Harry as he walked in the direction of the foyer. Potter and Ron. Weasley.

"Who are you? It's Malfoy, the Slytherin prefect, can you manage me? Not to be outdone, Harry shot back.

"Malfoy, you'd better be cautious, and the little henchmen behind you, Crabbe and Galco, didn't greet me either." Ron exclaimed.

Crabbe and Goyle giggled behind Malfoy.

"Then I'll have to deduct some points from Gryffindor, what do you think?"

"Malfoy, I'm a prefect too! Don't think I don't know, prefects don't have the right to deduct points, only professors can deduct points. Ron snapped.

"I know prefects can't deduct points, Weasley." Malfoy said.

Crabbe and Goyle chuckled. "But the members of the investigative action team—"

"What?" Harry asked.

"Investigative team, Potter," Malfoy said, gesturing to a small silver symbol underneath the Superior Badge of his robes, "a select group of students in support of the Ministry of Magic, hand-picked by Professor Umbridge. In short, the members of the Investigation Action Team do have the power to deduct points. So, Potter and Weasley, you personally have to deduct 10 points for disrespecting the members of the Investigation Team. ”

Harry drew his wand, but Ron tossed it aside and whispered, "Don't! ”

"A smart move, Weasley." Malfoy whispered, "It seems that you are indeed better suited than Potter to be a prefect." ”

He laughed out loud and strode away with Crabbe and Goyle.

"Harry, ignore him." Ron said.

Harry watched indignantly as Malfoy walked away, with an indescribable anger in his heart.

He opened his mouth to make a "hiss" sound, which made Ron feel creepy......

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"Do you hear anything? Jack. Hermione said with a frown.

"It looks like it's in the foyer." Silver listened to the growing noise. "Looks like it's Umbridge, she told me the other day that she was going to take a heavy action."

"You really look like a Hogwarts traitor right now." Hermione grinned and pointed to the Ewtcha logo on Silver's chest.

"I'm not a traitor, Hermione." Silver said, "I'm an undercover agent who can't bear the burden. ”

By the time they got to the foyer, it was already packed. Students for dinner crowded out of the auditorium to see what was going on, and many others crowded up the marble staircase.

"Get out of the way, I'm Jack. Silver, the leader of the Special Operations Group! Silver shouted.

The crowd quickly gave way to a passage.

"You're acting like a traitor more than an undercover agent right now." Hermione whispered.

"Then you're one of Ben's traitor's girlfriends now, Hermione." Silver said triumphantly.

Professor Trelawney stood in the middle of the foyer, wand in one hand. Holding an empty wine bottle in one hand. Looks completely insane. Her hair was all on, her glasses were crooked, one eye seemed much larger than the other, and her countless scarves and shawls hung messily down, making her look like she was in tatters. There were two large boxes next to her, one upside down, as if it had been thrown down the stairs.

"No!" She screamed, "No! This can't happen! No way! I refuse to accept it! ”

"You didn't expect that?" A high-pitched, girl-like voice said as if it was funny.

The person who spoke was naturally Professor Umbridge, the senior investigator of the Ministry of Magic. "You can't even predict tomorrow's weather. But you should always realize that your poor performance during my lectures and your lack of improvement after that will inevitably lead to your dismissal, right? ”

"Y-you can't!" Professor Trelawney cried out, tears welling up from behind the large lenses. "You-you can't fire me! I've been here for — I've been here for sixteen years! Hogwarts is me—my home! ”

"This used to be your home," Professor Umbridge said. Professor Trelawney slumped over a box and wept bitterly, a smug smile appeared on her toad face. "Until an hour ago, the Minister of Magic signed your dismissal order. Now please leave the hall. You embarrassed us. ”

Umbridge stood there, gloating at Professor Trelawney's shivering and whimpering. With bouts of grief swaying back and forth on the box. Professor McGonagall squeezed her way out of the crowd and walked straight up to Professor Trelawney, patted her vigorously on the back, and pulled a large handkerchief from her robe.

"Alright, alright, Sybil. Be calm and blow your nose. It's not as bad as you think, and you won't leave Hogwarts. ”

"Oh, yes, Professor McGonagall?" Umbridge took a few steps forward and said viciously, "Who approved this??? ”

"Me." A deep voice said.

The oak door opened, and the students by the door hurriedly dodged open, and Dumbledore appeared in the doorway. He stood in the doorframe, against the misty night, with a sense of majesty. He left the door open and strode through the crowd towards Professor Trelawney. She was still sitting on the box. With tears on her face and trembling all over, Professor McGonagall accompanied her.

"You, Professor Dumbledore?" Umbridge let out a particularly nasty shriek, "I'm afraid you don't know yet." I still have it here. She pulled a roll of parchment from her robe.

"A dismissal order signed by me and the Minister of Magic. Under Education Order 23, the highest Hogwarts Inquisitor has the authority to inspect, retain and fire any other teacher. In other words, any teacher who I don't think meets the standards of the Ministry of Magic can be fired. Now I don't think Professor Trelawney is qualified, and I've fired her. ”

Dumbledore was still smiling. He looked down at Professor Trelawney, who was still sobbing on the box, and said, "Of course you're right, Professor Umbridge. As the Supreme Ombudsman, you have every right to fire my teachers. But I'm afraid you don't have the right to banish them from the castle, I'm afraid—"

Dumbledore politely bowed and said, "It belongs to the Headmaster, and I want Professor Trelawney to continue to live at Hogwarts." ”

Professor Umbridge stood there, glaring at Dumbledore, still smiling kindly.

"What are you going to do with her when I appoint a new divination teacher and need to use her room?" Umbridge whispered, but the sound continued throughout the hall.

"Oh, that's not a problem," said Dumbledore pleasantly, "Hogwarts is large, and there are plenty of rooms for the teachers to rest, not to mention that I must remind you that the power to appoint teachers still belongs to the Headmaster of Hogwarts." ”

Dumbledore put away his smile and his voice became deep and majestic, "Professor Umbridge, please respect ...... Hogwarts" (to be continued......