The Mysterious Black Cat at Hogwarts

The black cat trotted all the way to the cafeteria. It was dinner time at this point. When it came to the foyer, it happened that Hermione and Harry Ron and the others were coming down the stairs, and the three were still chattering.

"Macon, you're finally back," Hermione said unhappily after catching the black cat that jumped towards her, "You don't even know what we've been through this afternoon!"

Three people and one cat entered the cafeteria. On the way to the Gryffindor table, Macon also heard the general idea, and most of them were discussing the senior investigator Umbridge.

"Our first period in the afternoon is History of Magic class. I thought she would come to check, but I didn't find her until the end of get out of class." Hermione put the black cat on the dining table and looked at the professor's chair. Umbridge was not there. above.

"Isn't this great?" the black cat asked strangely.

"Macon, this is not good at all. Professor Binns is indeed very dedicated, but his courses are too boring. Since Umbridge has become an investigator, he doesn't care about this kind of thing, because Professor Binns It's a ghost, so her motive is very clear, she wants to find someone who can stand out, she's a soft persimmon! So the divination class has become her best choice."

"Umbridge just sat at the back of the classroom and took the form to grade. Halfway through the class, she went to Trelawney and asked about her ancestors, and then began to wonder if she really had visions. , asked Trelawney to give her a prophecy, and worse, Trelawney, as usual, prophesied that Umbridge was in extreme danger!"

"Although I don't like Trelawney, and I don't believe in her prophecies, but this class is like this. If the prophecies can all come true, then it's not a prophecy. I guess she will be kicked out by Umbridge soon. Out of Hogwarts."

"In the second Potions class, Snape's face was blackened with anger," Harry couldn't help laughing when he thought of what happened in Potions class, "Snape will apply for black every semester." The position of professor of Defense against Magic, this is not a secret secret, and I don’t know how it got into Umbridge’s ears, but she actually asked Snape if there was such a thing in class! He had applied for it for five years Already!"

"You don't know, after Potions class, I met Padma on the way back from the bathroom," Ron's face became obviously weird, "She said they were rehearsing the chorus on Christmas Eve, and it turned out that Free Professor Wei was directing, and Umbridge took out a tape measure and measured his height! This is simply too insulting, and height can also be an item for her inspection?"

The black cat silently felt sorry for Professor Flitwick, and felt sorry for him, who was only [-] meters tall, but thanks to Professor Flitwick's good temper, when he met someone who was a little worse, he didn't just gnaw on the big melon, Azkaban arranged Sit in a row?

Just when Maomao was about to say something, there was a noise from behind the cafeteria, and the little wizard near the door quickly left the cafeteria and ran outside.

Harry and Ron glanced at each other and ran out quickly, Hermione picked up the black cat and followed behind.

"Cedric, what happened?" In the hall, Harry saw Cedric coming down the stairs in a panic, and hurriedly asked him.

"It's Professor Trelawney, she was fired by Umbridge!" Cedric gritted his teeth angrily, "Everyone knows that divination class is like that, no one will take the prophecy seriously, she can't fire Trelaw just because of this Professor Ni."

The young wizards poured out of the hall and came to the gate of the castle. In their impression, except for the Defense Against the Dark Arts professor, no other professor had ever been expelled. The Defense Against the Dark Arts professor dismissed others. First time!

Filch moved the suitcases one by one to the gate of the castle. More and more people gathered here. At this time, Umbridge looked proudly at the weeping Trelawney.

"I have lived here for 16 years! I have also taught for 16 years. The castle is my home!" Trelawney choked up and begged Umbridge, hoping that she would take care of her for the sake of her diligence. Stay, "You can't do this to me..."

"But I can treat you like this," Umbridge was even happier seeing her, and raised the education order in his hand.

At this time, Professor McGonagall walked out of the crowd. Although she didn't deal with Trelawney very much, after all, she had known him for a long time, and she didn't want him to be treated like this by Umbridge.

"Stop crying, Sybil." Professor McGonagall held Trelawney, who was still crying, in his arms, glaring at Umbridge.

"What? Do you have something to say?" Umbridge looked at the two of them and said mockingly.

"I want to say too much..." Before Professor McGonagall could finish speaking, he found that Dumbledore had already walked out of the castle gate.

"Professor McGonagall, take Sybil back to the castle." His face was very ugly.

"Dumbledore! I want to remind you!" Umbridge continued without any fear of the greatest white wizard of our time, "According to Educational Order No.20 No. [-] issued by the Minister of Magic, I have the right to dismiss Professor at Hogwarts."

"But you have no right to drive them out of the castle!" Dumbledore said in a deep voice, "This is the right of the headmaster!"

"It's temporary!" Umbridge smiled brightly.

Dumbledore thought for a while without saying anything, turned around and left here, the Ministry of Magic has already started to attack him, and he must arrange a countermeasure as soon as possible.

The little wizards who returned to the cafeteria began to eat dinner silently. The cafeteria was extremely oppressive at this time. The smart little wizards already understood that Hogwarts would soon change. Even though the ignorant little wizards didn’t know the future What was going to happen, but they knew that the conflict between the Headmaster and the Ministry ran deep.

On the sightseeing floor of the floating city, Macon and Hermione were sleeping on the reclining chairs. The two of them were covered with thick bearskin mattresses, and the two little white cats were also huddled inside, stroking each other's fur.

"Macon, what's going on tomorrow?" Hermione said worriedly, the No. 23 education order was a law they couldn't openly violate.

"What should I do?" Macon looked at Hermione in his arms amusedly, "Just do what you want, don't you already have a plan? Just continue to implement that plan."

"I'm not worried about this. The other professors at Hogwarts are not like you. Let alone Umbridge investigate you, she can't even come to the floating city. It's just that she looks so proud today, it's so annoying! "

"Don't worry, Trelawney is the first one, but also the last one. Fudge's target is Dumbledore. Hogwarts is just a pedal used by Fudge to deal with Dumbledore. There will only be chaos here, and nothing worse will happen. situation, so you can rest assured."

"Why didn't you take action this time? Just like before, quickly quell all the incidents that happened in Hogwarts."

"I don't think it's troublesome. Dumbledore likes this. Work hard to make arrangements, try to reduce risks, try to minimize the impact, and try to carry the banner of justice... that's too tiring. If it were me, I would go directly to the Ministry of Magic." You just need to get rid of a few people, and everything will be solved, this is called sacrificing the small self for the sake of the big self."

"Huh? Is this how it's used? Don't bully me for not knowing Chinese, I've been studying hard when I have time."

"That's not the point. After all, Dumbledore is old. If you want to be safe, then do what he wants. And you just take advantage of this opportunity to hone your skills and strive to make achievements. Maybe you will enter the The Ministry of Magic will directly serve as the Director."

"Then I must be the youngest Director of the Ministry of Magic!"

"Actually, the third-generation Dark Lord is not bad either!"

"I don't want to be the Dark Lord!"

"Then be the White Elvis!"

"Then you are Black Elvis!"

Hermione rubbed against Macon's arms, retracted into the bearskin mattress, and pressed her head tightly against his chest. No matter how treacherous and changeable the outside world was, this place was always as safe as ever.