Harry Potter and the Secret Treasure

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Everything flew out, formed a circle in the air, and passed quickly before his eyes.

A piece of parchment flew into Aiwen's hands, and he briefly glanced at it before letting them fly back into the air.

In it, Ivan saw the letter Umbridge wrote to Fudge last night, Fudge's reply letter, and the part that had not been sent yet. She roughly classified everyone in Hogwarts into several categories.

Fudge has only one purpose, and that is to drive Dumbledore from the school, no matter what method is used.

His advice to Umbridge was to use his powers as Senior Inquisitor to get rid of a professor as soon as possible, try to challenge Dumbledore's authority, make him lose his prestige in the school, and prevent the students from engaging in any dueling-related activities. magic practice.

Also, pay more attention to Ivan and Harry, and pay close attention to what they do.

At the request of Umbridge, the latest "No.20 No. [-] Education Order" is being formulated as soon as possible, and it is expected to be passed next week.

The core of this educational order is that the Senior Inquisitor will henceforth have supreme authority over all punishments, sanctions and deprivation of rights involving Hogwarts students, and has the right to modify such punishments, sanctions and deprivation of rights imposed by other teachers.

Then Umbridge could get her quill out again, and no one could object.

In addition, Ivan also saw a proposal written by Filch to Umbridge.The administrator of Hogwarts Castle seems to have defected to Umbridge for the first time, and enthusiastically provided a management proposal, which is to use various punishments on students, including restoring whipping, rods, etc. penalty and so on.

What concerned Ivan the most was that there was also a letter written by Lucius Malfoy to Umbridge.

The letter asked her to take care of Draco in the school, and promised to give her the necessary support and help for her reform actions.

Umbridge was already making contact with Lucius, but she was certainly not a Death Eater.

But it doesn't matter, it's not because she's not evil enough, but because she doesn't have a chance...

Finally, Ivan found the black quill and replaced it.

While Ivan was rummaging through Umbridge's office, she herself was sitting in Professor McGonagall's Transfiguration class.

Because of what happened last night, she listed Professor McGonagall's class as the first to be checked.

The atmosphere in the classroom was tense, and the students looked back from time to time, and Professor McGonagall didn't seem to see Umbridge.

"This is your first transfiguration class this semester. After entering the fifth grade, you will face the OwLs exam. I don't need to emphasize the importance of this exam. What I want to tell you is that if you don't take it seriously Study, practice, apply, and you will never pass the OwLs." Professor McGonagall said seriously, "I think..."

"Cough, cough." Umbridge, who was sitting at the back of the classroom, coughed.

It was the same stupid cough she used to interrupt Dumbledore on the first night of school, which Professor McGonagall pretended not to hear.

"I don't think there is any reason why all the students in this class can't get the OwLs pass certificate for Transfiguration as long as they put in the time and effort."

"Cough, cough." Umbridge coughed again.

Professor McGonagall didn't even look at her, but stared at Neville, who didn't have much confidence.

"That's right, and you too, Longbottom," she said. "There's nothing wrong with your operation, it's just a lack of self-confidence, so..."

"Cough, cough." Umbridge stood up.

"What?" said Professor McGonagall, looking at her unhappily.

Her eyebrows came together in what seemed to be one long, forbidding line.

Chapter 946 Umbridge's Assessment

"I just wanted to know if you got my note with the date and time to investigate your class..."

"Obviously I did, or I would have asked you what you were doing in my classroom." Professor McGonagall said curtly.

Many students exchanged joyful glances, this is Professor McGonagall.

Umbridge could do no good with him, it would be better if he was turning her into a toad!

"Okay, today we are going to start learning the Vanishing Charm. The Vanishing Charm is simpler than the Summoning Charm that you usually practice when you reach the NE.w.Ts level, but it still appears in your 0.w.Ls exam The hardest magic of all, we..."

"Cough, cough."

"I don't understand," Professor McGonagall said coldly and angrily at Umbridge, "how can you understand my usual teaching methods if you keep interrupting me? You know, I When you speak, you generally don't allow others to speak."

Umbridge looked as if someone had slapped her across the face. Instead of saying a word, she straightened the parchment on the clipboard and began to scribble in a huff, so hard that everyone heard the tip of the quill. the sound of.

Professor McGonagall looked indifferent, and said to the class again, "I just said that we will practice the disappearing spell in this class. This spell will become more and more complicated with the animals that need to disappear. As the first class Lesson, we're only using snails, which are an invertebrate and not too challenging. Well, please line up and come to me for snails."

"She also taught Ivan and I not to lose our temper with Umbridge!" Harry said to Ron in a low voice.

A few minutes later, they were each assigned a snail, and Professor McGonagall explained the spell again in detail.

Harry found the Vanishing Charm to be extremely rare, and by the end of Transfiguration, no one in the class had made the practice snail disappear, with the exception of Hermione, who managed to make her snail disappear just on the third try. The snail disappeared.

So, a ten point award for Gryffindor House from Professor McGonagall.She was the only one who didn't have to do homework, and everyone else had to practice the spell overnight, and was going to try it on those snails in the next Transfiguration class.

Umbridge sat in the corner and wrote down on the clipboard. When Professor McGonagall finally told the class to pack up and leave the class, she stood up with a frightening face and walked towards the podium.

Harry, Hermione, and Ron looked at each other, deliberately staying at the back to eavesdrop.

"How long have you been teaching at Hogwarts?" Umbridge asked.

"It will be thirty-nine years this December," replied Professor McGonagall stiffly, snapping the bag shut.

"Very good!" she said. "You will have the results of your investigation within ten days."

"I can't wait." Professor McGonagall said in an extremely indifferent tone, striding towards the door, "Hurry up, you three."

She said, pushing Harry, Ron and Hermione forward.

Harry couldn't help giving her a small smile, and he was pretty sure Professor McGonagall smiled back at him too.

Aiwen didn't find the evidence he needed in Umbridge's office, but he thought he could come here more.

He returned to the common room with the black quill and studied it briefly.

This is magic that he has never been exposed to before, and the magic reaction on the quill is also very strange. When Colin called him to go to the divination class, there was no progress.

Aiwen felt that he needed a little help, and he was going to write a letter to Lavie, asking about the principle of this witchcraft.

When he came to the dim divination classroom, he was still thinking about this question.

Professor Trelawney looked the same as before, a big, glittering dragonfly.

"Hi students!" she said in her usual vague, dreamy voice, "welcome back to Divination class, of course, I have been paying attention to your fate all summer vacation, seeing you all I am very happy to have returned to Hogwarts safe and sound. Because, I know you will all be back. This semester, I will study with you the stars, the movement of the planets and the mysterious signs they show, only..."

She stopped abruptly, following her gaze, and everyone turned to see Umbridge emerge from a trapdoor in the floor with a deliberately smirk on his face, and the chatter in the classroom echoed. Instantly quieted down.

"Professor Trelawney!" said Umbridge with a broad smile on his face. "I'm sure you've received a notice from me to check the time and date of your class."

He didn't seem to notice that Ivan had broken into her office, and he didn't even look at him.

Ivan remembered that he saw Fudge's reply letter to her in Umbridge's desk, which asked her to use her identity as a senior investigator to expel a professor as soon as possible. Professor Laurie is none other than.

Before entering the real state of prophecy, she was an old liar, the kind that didn't have much convincing power.

Totally the worst professor in the school, no time spent evaluating it, anyone who isn't blind can tell.

Ivan hoped that Professor Trelawney would perform better, so that Umbridge would not be caught.

"I know!" Professor Trelawney nodded sternly, looking very unhappy, and she continued in that ethereal voice, "The movement of the planets and the mysterious signs they show, only those who know the rules of the dance in the sky Only people can..."

"Cough, cough!" interrupted Umbridge, who had little scruples about Professor Trelawney.

"I'm sorry, but before the class starts, can I have a word with you? You know, I have limited time and I can't stay here forever!" said Umbridge, standing up from his chair.

Obviously, rejecting her directly is the best choice, but Professor Trelawney just nodded very annoyed.

"Very well, how long have you been in this position, exactly?"

Professor Trelawney glared at her fiercely, crossed her arms and hunched her shoulders, as if trying to protect herself from such a crude investigation, and she paused slightly, as if deciding that the problem was not so serious. Abruptly, she brushed it off for no reason, saying in a very sullen tone, "Almost 16 years."

"It's not a short time, 16 years..." Professor Umbridge said, and wrote a few more notes on her clipboard, "So, Professor Dumbledore appointed you after he became the headmaster?"

"That's right," said Professor Trelawney crisply.

"Oh!" Professor Umbridge made a few notes, "I heard that you are the great-great-granddaughter of the famous seer Cassandra Trelawney?"

Cassandra Trelawney is a well-known fortune teller and occultist in the history of magic. It is said that her ancestors had the lineage of prophets. She was active in the late Middle Ages and early Renaissance. She was one of the most famous prophets in the entire European region at that time. , as famous as France's Nocha Damas.

She once single-handedly disintegrated the powerful Pharaoh Society and reorganized the current Ministry of Magic. This famous prophecy has been repeatedly mentioned in the history of magic.

In addition, she also predicted the arrival time of the end of the world...

Chapter 947 Failed Performance

Fortune tellers always like to predict the end of the world as their last prophecy, but until now, the end has never come.

This kind of smashing of signs will not damage the reputation of the prophet, because when the prophecy is verified, most of them have been hundreds or thousands of years later.

If you want, you can look for books on this topic, almost every year is the end of the world...

Just like ominous signs and omens of death, they are everywhere and can be seen everywhere. If you believe it, you will scare yourself crazy first.

"Yes, Cassandra Trelawney was my great-grandmother," said Professor Trelawney, holding her head a little higher.

"But I think you can correct me if I'm wrong, um, you're the first person in your family to have second sight since Cassandra?" said Umbridge, writing on the clipboard again. Jot down a few notes.

"These things are often inherited at intervals, three generations," Professor Trelawney said.

"Of course, of course!" Umbridge jotted down a few more notes, her toad-like mouth grinning wider, and she said tenderly, "This is a very precious talent, and in this case, I wonder if you can prophesy for me?" Something, huh?"

She raised her head questioningly, still smiling.

Professor Trelawney tensed up all over, as if she couldn't believe her ears.

"I don't understand you," she said, clutching tremblingly at the shawl around her thin neck.

"I wish you could make a prophecy for me," Umbridge said clearly.

This is undoubtedly a challenge, and it will soon be verified whether it is fulfilled.

This is the thing to smash the signboard, no fortune teller would do such a stupid thing.

Every prophecy, every divination, and every word is fulfilled, then it is not divination, and probably only the ancient prophets can do it.

Now, everyone in the classroom stared blankly at Professor Trelawney.

She straightened her body upright, and the beads and bracelets were tinkling non-stop.

"The Celestial Eye will not be ordered to look!" She said in an indignant tone.

"Got it," Umbridge said softly, seeming disappointed, and made a few more notes on her clipboard.

"I, I, but, but, wait a minute!" said Professor Trelawney suddenly, trying to speak in her usual disembodied voice, but a trembling of rage destroyed the mysterious effect of that voice, "I, I think I did see something, about you, ah, I felt something, something black, something extremely dangerous..."

Professor Trelawney pointed at Professor Umbridge with a trembling finger, and Professor Umbridge still had that amiable smile on his face, with two eyebrows raised.

"You are in dire danger, life-threatening danger!" Professor Trelawney ended her words dramatically.

There was a silence, Umbridge's eyebrows still raised.

"Okay!" She said softly, and drew a few more strokes on the writing board, "If you can only do this at best."

She turned and walked away, leaving the classroom, and Professor Trelawney stood there, chest heaving violently.

It was a failed performance, and Umbridge didn't believe it at all.

From Ivan's point of view, she might as well say that Umbridge will be a great success, that the reforms at Hogwarts will achieve the results they deserve, and that if they go back and succeed Fudge as the Minister of Magic, it may be effective... …

Everyone sympathized with Professor Trelawney at first. Although they all knew that she was an old liar, compared with her, Umbridge was obviously more hateful, but this trace of sympathy quickly disappeared without a trace.The following divination class was a terrible nightmare. Stimulated by Umbridge, Professor Trelawney became a little hysterical. He kept making all kinds of terrible predictions. In this class, Ivan was the main one. He is the student enveloped by death.

In fact, Umbridge's teaching evaluation made every professor in the school uneasy and panicked.

After the divination class, Ivan also met Umbridge in the herbal class taught by Sprout on Thursday, but she only appeared once.

Aiwen suspects that this is mainly related to the environment in the greenhouse. The plant that the fourth grade needs to learn this year is Babo tuber.

These plants are in the more dangerous Greenhouse No. [-]. They don't look like plants, but more like black, slimy slugs, straight out of the soil, and each of them is slightly wriggling, and their bodies are still there. There were many large, shiny bumps that seemed to be filled with liquid.

The students were required to collect the thick water, and the process of squeezing the tubers was disgusting.

Whenever a bulge is squeezed, a large stream of viscous, yellow-green liquid will be sprayed out, and a pungent gasoline smell will permeate the greenhouse.

Umbridge looked at it for a while, asked a few simple questions, and left with a frown!

Hermione also told Ivan that Umbridge checked the fifth-grade Transfiguration and Magical Creature Protection classes, and Hagrid didn't come back. The substitute Professor Graplan couldn't find any problems. She has been teaching for so many years.

But Umbridge seemed displeased with Professor Graplan's support for Dumbledore, and rightly so.

The only good thing is that Malfoy didn't say that he was attacked by the hippogriff Buckbeak.

Although he was still dissatisfied with Hagrid, he often sent food to the hippogriffs, which was kind of repaying him.

It's also worth mentioning that Umbridge doesn't seem to be checking Snape's class.

From Ivan's point of view, she probably thinks that Snape can be won and is communicating with him, but Umbridge will be disappointed immediately.