Basil struck Hedwig again.
This time several feathers flew off, and Hagrid was pecked twice.
John glanced at Hedwig as he was called over to take Basil away.
The poor Snowy Owl is hiding behind Hagrid and doesn't dare to show his face.
Basil screamed there, but John carried him back by his feet.
He felt that he should be given some task basil, otherwise he would be too energetic.
John wrote some letters to get Basil out.
Now there are finally no feathers flying around the owl loft.
"Thank you." John took a sip of water and thanked Gower who was smiling very ugly.
Goyle, who alternated with Crabbe as John's tea and water boy, nearly tripped as he left.
Malfoy came over and said, "Umbridge is up to something again."
"oh?"
John glanced at Malfoy, who had crushed Harry in Potions class, putting Malfoy in a good mood.
After peeking at Umbridge's record book, Malfoy said firmly: "We have a professor who is leaving Hogwarts."
"Is she finally going to take action?"
John was not surprised. After all, Umbridge's personality, which wanted to control everything, was criticized last time. How could she not take revenge?
"Who specifically?"
"I didn't see it." Malfoy said with some embarrassment, "I just took a look and Umbridge came back."
Well, you really can't count on Malfoy too much.
Although I didn't see it, the difference was not big.
Because judging from the current lowest score, it's either Hagrid or Trelawney.
These two people were deducted the most points, and in that Connotation Competition, Trelawney rarely said a good word for Harry, wishing him a long heir and a long life.
At that time, Umbridge's face was almost blackened into charcoal.
So John still preferred Trelawney to be expelled.
I just don’t know when to do it.
If there is nothing wrong, John probably won't be around for long.
...
Saturday.
Slytherin has a Quidditch match.
John went to watch.
It has to be said that at Hogwarts, except for Harry, basically no one can catch up with Malfoy's Firebolt.
With this foundation, it would be too easy to defeat anyone.
The trident tactic has been tried and tested, and Slytherin's cheers echoed throughout the stadium.
On the contrary, the others just looked sad, as if Slytherin's victory was not good for them.
Slytherin is used to it anyway.
They won and scored a big score.
Singing the song of glory loudly, John saw Malfoy getting carried away.
He reminded helplessly in a low voice, "You knocked Qiu Zhang away. Cedric even took out his wand at that time."
Malfoy's pride faltered. Slytherin and Ravenclaw were competing, and he showed no mercy.
Facing Qiu Zhang, he didn't show any shame at all, he accelerated and rushed forward, almost knocking Qiu Zhang away.
It really hit our teammate’s girlfriend hard.
Qiu Zhang always cried after landing, and now she is probably crying in the arms of the student council president.
Sure enough, Cedric came to Malfoy with his wand.
Malfoy ran away decisively, making Cedric chase after him in anger.
The two chased each other from the Quidditch pitch to Hogwarts Castle.
As someone who exercises all year round, Malfoy obviously has better physical strength.
He managed to escape.
But not long after, Malfoy was ambushed by Daphne and he hung upside down.
Malfoy was so sad and angry that he almost forgot that Daphne hated him too.
It's better for John to come and put the person down, otherwise Malfoy can hang up until night.
...
Harry watched Malfoy's match, even though he hoped that Cho Chang would win.
But Malfoy must crush Qiu Zhang in terms of equipment and technology.
Even more frustrating to Harry than this was the fact that he got two 'D's' in Potions.
He could always think of that dream, but he didn't dare tell Hermione and Ron.
Because he didn't want to be scolded again.
The only person who can understand him is probably Sirius.
It was a pity that Sirius couldn't talk to him either.
Now Harry is the focus of Umbridge's attention, and even the Gryffindor fireplace is under Umbridge's surveillance.
Hedwig was injured by Basil and was unable to send the letter.
It's Occlumency teaching time.
He knelt in Snape's office.
Although he tried hard to clear his mind, he was still forced to relive his childhood memories.
That's not a good thing. He spent most of his childhood being bullied by Dudley.
But even so, facing a Legilimency master, his secret was still discovered.
"What's the last memory?" Snape asked.
"I don't know," Harry stood up tiredly and asked, his mind groggy. "Is it my cousin who wants me to stand in the toilet?"
"No," Snape's bad taste did not reach that level. "It was a man kneeling in the middle of a dark room."
A flash of panic flashed in Harry's eyes, and he pretended to be calm and said, "That...it's nothing."
Snape's eyes were rulers, and he met Harry's eyes aggressively.
Eye contact was key with Legilimency, and Harry pretended to blink away.
Harry still underestimated the Legilimency master, and Snape said slyly, "How did that man and that house get into your mind, Potter?"
"That was just a dream I had."
Harry continued to avoid looking, making Snape scoff.
After a moment of silence, Snape whispered ferociously: "You should remember what you are here for, Potter."
"Do you know why I gave up my evening hours to do this nasty job?"
"I know." Harry's attitude became stiff.
That's the attitude.
Snape took a deep breath, like that annoying James Potter.
Arrogant and arrogant.
He and Sirius were absolutely right, and the reprimands fell on deaf ears to Harry.
"You are stupid. I thought you would have made some progress after two months. How many dreams have you had about the Dark Lord?"
He hoped that Harry would tell him the truth, so that even if he was a fool, he would at least be an honest fool.
"Just this one."
Harry lied, and now he couldn't even be considered an honest fool.
"Perhaps you like these hallucinations and strange dreams, Potter. Do you think they make you special and important?" Snape said with a sarcastic curve in his mouth.
"No," the words came out again, Harry gritted his teeth and said angrily, "I never thought that way!"
"You're not as good as John Wick," Snape said coldly. "You're not special, you're not important, and you're not even smart."
Harry tightened his grip on his wand.
"Do your job, Potter," said Snape, "without you having to find out what the Dark Lord said to his Death Eaters."
"Yes, that's your job, isn't it!" Harry covered his head with anger and yelled at Snape.
"Yes, that's my job," Snape said with satisfaction when he saw Harry's guarded expression, "Now, are you ready? Let's do it again... Legilimency!"
Harry's mind was instantly pulled into the memory, and he saw a hundred dementors falling from the sky.
In such a crisis, he saw Snape staring at his face and mumbling something.
Snape grew clearer and the Dementors faded.
Harry was furious and raised his wand.
"Armor protection!"
Harry saw Snape's wand fly up and staggered to hold on to the table.
And in Harry's mind, a memory that did not belong to him appeared.
Young Snape sat alone in his bedroom...
"enough!"
Harry was pushed hard in the chest, causing him to stumble back and hit a shelf.
Snape turned pale and said coldly, "You are more bold and ignorant than I thought, Potter."
A restoration spell was used to restore the fallen items on the shelf.
"This is an improvement. I don't remember asking you to use the Iron Armor Curse, but it is undoubtedly effective."
"If you can use the Iron Armor Curse to defend yourself every second," Snape said coldly, "If you can't, do it again, don't use the Iron Armor Curse."
Harry felt that Snape wanted to take revenge on him, but he had no right to refuse.
He was dragged back in.
The difference was that this time he returned to the corridor, and he actually saw the door open.
Even he was confused. He had never opened this door.
Snape also saw it and asked Harry to explain.
But Harry couldn't explain it, he didn't know it himself.
Snape was aggressive and Harry became angry.
"Can you explain why you call Voldemort the Dark Lord? I've only heard Death Eaters call him that."
When Snape heard that name and was about to reprimand him, there was movement outside.
...
hall.
Umbridge took action.
Two large boxes were savagely thrown down the stairs and rolled into the foyer.
Trelawney stood in the middle of the hall, wand and bottle in hand.
When John saw this scene, a smile appeared on his lips.
He took a letter out of his little bag and Basil flew down and took it away.
As John expected, being one of Hogwarts' watery duo.
Because of her blessing to Harry last time, Trelawney managed to beat Hagrid to the target of being stabbed.
Trelawney screamed, "No! This can't be happening and I refuse to accept it!"
She screamed at Umbridge, and her eyes began to search among the crowd at Hogwarts.
She wanted to find a helper who could help her.
The smell of alcohol on his body was still so strong that students approaching him couldn't help but cover their noses.
To be honest, Trelawney's character of predicting the death of several people every time school starts makes it really difficult to find help at Hogwarts.
"You, you can't!" Trelawney howled unbearably, tears welling up from behind her large lenses, "You can't fire me! I've been here for sixteen years! Hogwarts is my home, I s home!"
"It was."
As the contestant who successfully knocked Malfoy down the list of the most hated Hogwarts, Umbridge will not be soft-hearted just because Trelawney cried.
...
Some people died, but not completely...
