"Coin toss?"

Umbridge gave a ridiculous expression as she stared at Townsend and was eager to mock the childish behavior in the tone she did best.

But what she couldn't help but withhold, no matter what, the Orientals in front of her were all recommended by Minister Fudge, and they were on her side.

"It's divination." "Divination is an accurate and practical science," Townsenden explained, "for example, I just saw an omen from the future by flipping a coin. ”

There was a low laugh among the students, and it was clear that Townwend's words would not be believed, for his actions were too casual and frivolous, and in everyone's mind, divination was a serious and mysterious matter.

Especially after so many years of Trelawney's upbringing, the students always think that nothing that has anything to do with divination is not a good thing, and that the omens are almost always related to disasters and death.

Umbridge apparently didn't believe Townsen's explanation, and she was hesitating to stop Townshwin's playful suggestion, but Dumbledore didn't give her the chance.

"Leaving it up to the students to decide who is the right professor for them makes more sense, and it fits the style of Hogwarts."

He said happily: "I think a public class is enough for students to identify what kind of professor they want, and then cast their own vote." ”

"Professor Dumbledore—" Umbridge wanted to interrupt, but was robbed by Dumbledore, "It's set in two days, I think both Mr. Tang and Ferenze need to make some preparations for the open class." ”

"There are no classrooms like this in the castle." Umbridge realized that the matter had been settled, and said angrily, "Are you going to use the auditorium as a classroom?" There is no precedent for this. ”

"It only takes one grade level student to suffice." Dumbledore had clearly thought of everything, and he spoke, "The fifth-year students are about to face. L. exams, they should be the most representative. ”

Umbridge's face was even more ugly, and she preferred to choose first-year students, who had just entered Hogwarts and didn't have that much resentment towards her.

"I think as a principal, my authority to decide on the curriculum has not been taken away." Dumbledore cut off Umbridge's struggle cleanly, and instead of paying attention to the High Inquisitor, he walked up to Ferenze the centaur and said with a little guilt:

"I hope my decision doesn't embarrass you, Ferenze."

"It won't be harder than getting me to promise you to leave my tribe and come to Hogwarts." Ferenze's face was calm, "The sorcerer's divination is always concerned with inconsequential injuries and insignificant human accidents. ”

"Compared to the vast universe, these things are as trivial as crawling ants."

"If you ask me to teach that kind of thing, I'm afraid I won't be able to do it, what the centaurs observe is the mystery of astrological movements, the important changes and disasters of the world, and it may take us ten years to see what we see."

Clearly, the centaur has his own pride in divination, which comes from the centaurs' racial talent and the knowledge passed down from generation to generation.

"You just teach what you're good at." Dumbledore didn't care about the other party's blunt attitude, "Regarding the venue and equipment, if there is anything you need my help with, just mention it." ”

"The best place is of course in the Forbidden Forest." "Only there," said Ferenze, "Only there can students clearly see the starry sky and experience the signs of the moving stars. ”

"Ahem." Umbridge finally found an excuse to attack, she screamed, pointed to the centaur's nose, and said, "Hogwarts students don't nest in the woods like wild beasts. ”

"Who knows if you're going to be a beast and hurt your students? Maybe you've colluded with your beast-people—"

"Professor Umbridge!" Dumbledore interrupted her sternly, "Watch your words, I don't want to hear your insult to my friend from your mouth again!" ”

Umbridge was frightened, she took a few steps back timidly, but then she was furious, she didn't dare to admit that she was frightened, so she let out a scream, "Dumbledore, don't you need to be responsible for the safety of your students!" I'm going to tell Secretary Fudge! ”

"Call me Professor Dumbledore, please." Dumbledore reminded again, then ignored the frantic Umbridge, turned to Ferenze apologetically and said, "Please don't pay attention to her words, it seems to me that centaurs will always be intelligent and friendly creatures." ”

"It's not always friendly." Ferenze the centaur stared coldly at Umbridge, as if he would crush it flat with his hard hooves at any moment.

Dumbledore was a little embarrassed, moved a little to block the centaur's view, and said, "I'm afraid the Forbidden Forest is not suitable as a place for teaching, I mean, the school explicitly prohibits students from entering the Forbidden Forest, even if it is a magical beast class, it is only allowed to be carried out on the edge of the Forbidden Forest This is for the safety of students." ”

"Of course, I'll give you a classroom that's not much different from the Forbidden Forest."

He quickly ended the topic, looked at Tang Sen, and said, "Mr. Tang, what kind of venue and equipment do you need?" ”

"An ordinary classroom is enough." Tang Sen nodded politely and said, "How can divination be such an inconvenient thing?" ”

This drew a cold stare from the centaurs, but Townsend clearly didn't care, and instead smiled politely at the other party.

"Then it's decided."

Dumbledore looked around and said, "Two days later, fifth year students, I mean all fifth year students from the four houses, I want you all to come to the open class, and I will post the time and classroom location of the two classes on the bulletin board." ”

"In order to ensure the fairness of the vote, Professor McGonagall and Professor Umbridge will be present and will record the results of the vote on the spot."

This is how the drama comes to an end, and on the way back to the office, Umbridge appears dissatisfied, unhappy that the scene she expected did not happen, and that Dumbledore defuses her methods and makes her lose face in front of the students.

Of course, she was also unhappy with Townes' decision to use a divination class to settle the dispute, and in her opinion, having the Minister of Magic sign another education decree would better suppress Dumbledore's position.

However, she did not show her dissatisfaction, anyway, Townsend was also the person recommended by the Minister of Magic, and all she could do was remind him again and again that if Townsend did not get the votes of the students in class, then he would lose this position forever, which was the consequence of his own actions.

Obviously, in such an unpleasant atmosphere, Umbridge did not leave Townsend to drink another cup of black tea, and Townsend grabbed a handful of Floo powder and went straight back to the Leaky Cauldron Bar through the fireplace.

Old Tom's attention was immediately drawn to him.

"Don, how was the interview?" He had a strange look on his face: "You've seen Umbridge, right?" Isn't it impressive? ”

"That's true." Townsend smiled and stepped out of the fireplace.

"Here's your package that says the Department of Magical Beasts Management and Control of the Ministry of Magic." Old Tom pointed to the corner of the tavern, "I can't believe you've only been in England for three days, and I feel like you know more people at the Ministry of Magic than I do." ”

"Oh, it's so soon." Tang Sen was a little surprised to see that there was indeed a boxy package more than a meter high in the corner.

The harvest location of his deal with the Department of Magical Beasts Control was filled in with the Leaky Cauldron Bar, after all, he lived here temporarily, and Hogwarts was not a suitable harvest location, and the castle had a lot of magic that made it impossible for some dangerous things to enter.

"What is it?" Old Tom asked curiously.

"Ingredients." Townsend unwrapped the package, revealing a refrigerator inside.

Townsend was sure that it must have been found from a place where the misuse of Muggle items was forbidden, and if nothing else, it had a Traceless Extension Charm on it—

It's illegal to use the Traceless Extension Charm without permission, of course, but the Department of Magical Beasts Control and Control can obviously easily register the refrigerator.

"Wow, ingredients." Old Tom repeated the word, jokingly, "What kind of ingredient will have the words Magical Beasts Control Division on it?" Dragon meat? ”

Townsend opened the refrigerator and saw that it was about half a room's size, neatly stacked with meat of all colors, some with hair and scales.

Probably due to the effect of the spell, there was still a chill in the space.

"Maybe." Townsend replied casually, "I don't recognize, Mr. Tom, does the Leaky Cauldron provide food processing services?" ”

Townsend wasn't worried about being found out about his dealings with the Department of Magical Beasts Management and Control, and he believed that the director must have put them on record legitimately.

"You're kidding me, aren't you?" Old Tom walked out of the bar and muttered, "It's not funny, every wizard knows that it's illegal to dispose of materials on magical beasts without permission, I mean, eating is also a type of processing. I've never heard anyone do that, though. ”

He tilted his head and looked inside the refrigerator.

Then, he opened his mouth wide.

"Merlin is on top—"

He stared at Townsend like a ghost: "You robbed the Fantastic Beasts Division?" ”

"I don't have the skills." "Specifically, I took over the work of the Department of Magical Beasts Management and Control, helping them dispose of the bodies of magical animals that died in accidents. ”

"And this kind of business?" Old Tom felt that the scene in front of him was challenging his decades-old perception of the world: "Okay, you're a soothsayer, maybe you really have some skills that I can't understand, but what did you just say?" ”

"Ingredient processing?"

(End of chapter)