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"Something unusual?" Harry shook his head, confused.

Somewhere above their heads, a woman began to scream again.

Snape strode to the door, wand in hand, and quickly rushed out. Harry hesitated, then followed.

The screams did come from the foyer, louder when Harry ran up the stone steps of the dungeon. When he reached the top, he found that the foyer was crowded with people, all students who were having dinner running out to see what was happening, and some people huddled on the marble staircase.

Harry squeezed out of the tall piles of Slytherin students and saw everyone in a circle, some looking shocked and others frightened.

Professor McGonagall was standing across from Harry, looking uncomfortable. Professor Trauney looked crazy as he stood in the middle of the foyer, wand in one hand and an empty wine bottle in the other. Her hair was messy, her glasses slipped to the side, and one eye looked bigger than the other. Her shawl and silk scarf dragged from her shoulders to the floor, giving the impression of a complete collapse.

Two boxes lay on the ground next to her, one upside down, as if it had fallen down the stairs.

Professor Trauny's eyes were straight, visibly frightened, there was something on the side of the stairs, but Harry couldn't see clearly.

"No!" she screamed, "this can't be, this can't be, I refuse to accept it!"

"Don't you understand?" said a high-pitched, girlish voice, gloating. Harry leaned to the right, seeing that Professor Trawney's intimidating expression was coming from Professor Umbridge.

"You can't even predict tomorrow's weather, and from my report you should understand that your poor performance, with a complete lack of improvement, is not enough to get you fired?"

"You don't—you can't!" Professor Trawney cried, tears welling up from behind the lenses, "you don't—you can't fire me! I've been here for - sixteen years! Hogwarts is- it's my home!"

"It used to be your home," Umbridge said, and Harry looked at her toad-like face with disgust, a look of pleasure on it. He watched Professor Trawney weep involuntarily and looked at one of her boxes.

"An hour ago, the Ministry of Magic issued your dismissal order. Now, please get out of here. You are a shame on us. But she still stood there watching, looking contented.

Professor Trauney wept, trembled, and staggered back toward her suitcase, grief-stricken. Harry heard a suppressed cry coming from his left, and he looked back to see that Lavender and Parvati were both quietly crying, holding each other's hands.

Then she heard footsteps, and Professor McGonagall stepped out of the crowd, walked straight to Professor Trauny, slapped her the back, and pulled a large handkerchief from her robe.

"Take it, Sybil, don't cry, blow your nose. Not as bad as you think. You don't have to leave Hogwarts. ”

"Oh, yes, Professor McGonagall?" said Umbridge defiantly, taking a few steps forward. "What right do you have to say such things?"

"I gave her the authority. A deep voice said. The oak front door opened. The students get out of the way, and Dumbledore appears at the door. Harry didn't know what he was doing outside, but he was standing in the doorframe, lined with foggy night, giving some impression. He walked through the doorway, through the crowd, and over to Professor Trawney.

She sat on the suitcase, her face still stained with tears, her face trembling slightly, and next to Professor McGonagall.

"Your authorization, Professor Dumbledore?" Umbridge smiled annoyingly. "I don't think you understand the situation. I have this—" she pulled a roll of parchment from her robe—a dismissal warrant signed by me and the Ministry of Magic. Under Education Act Twenty-Three, the Senior Investigator has the authority to conduct an investigation and, based on the results, dismiss a teacher who—that is, me—does not deem to meet the requirements of the Ministry of Magic. I don't think Professor Trawney is completely qualified, and I've fired her. ”

To everyone's astonishment, Dumbledore was still smiling. He looked at Professor Trauny, who was still sitting on the box crying.

Dumbledore said, "Of course you're right, Professor Umbridge. As a senior investigator, you have the authority to fire my teachers. However, you don't have the power to kick them out of the castle. I'm afraid," he said, bending politely, "only the Headmaster has that power, and I want Professor Trauney to remain at Hogwarts." ”

"No-no, I'll go-go, Dumbledore! I'm going to leave-get out of here, and look somewhere else-luck-"

"No," Dumbledore said quickly. "I want you to stay here, Sybil. He turned to Professor McGonagall. "Professor McGonagall, can you accompany Sybil upstairs?"

"Of course," Professor McGonagall said. "Let's go, Sybil. ”

Professor Sprout ran out of the crowd and grabbed Professor Tronie's other arm. They took her with them, walked past Umbridge, and went upstairs.

Then Professor Flitwick ran up, wand in hand, and said "The box floats!", and Professor Trawney's box went up and followed him up the stairs, followed by Professor Flitwick.

Professor Umbridge stood motionless, glaring at Dumbledore, the displeasure on his face, but still smirking, the latter still smiling kindly.

"So," she whispered, and the entire foyer heard, "what are you going to do if I hire a new prophecy teacher and need to live in her dorm room?"

"Oh, that's not a problem. Dumbledore said pleasantly. "You see, I've found a new prophecy teacher who is willing to live on the ground floor. ”

"You've found it—?" Umbridge said harshly, "you've found it? I warn you, Dumbledore, under Education Act 22—"

"The Ministry of Magic has the right to appoint the right person if—only if—the headmaster can't be found," Dumbledore said. "I'm so glad I found it. Can I introduce you?" he turned his face to the door, the mist flowing in the night. Harry heard a hiss.

The people in the foyer immediately whispered in surprise, and those who approached the door took a few steps back in fright, and some hurriedly made a way. A face emerged from the mist, and Harry had seen him in the Black Forest on a dark and dangerous night. Silver-white hair, azure eyes, head and upper body is a man, and the lower body is a horse. "This is Frenze," Dumbledore said to a stunned Umbridge, "and I think you'll find him a good fit." ”

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