69novels Chapter 122 Professor Trelawney
Chapter 122 Professor Trelawney
Chapter 122 Professor Trelawney
This situation continued for two days. All in all, apart from going to class, eating and sleeping, An would pull out the data whenever she had time and look like no one else was there. Like Professor Binns' history of magic class, An even went straight to the class and spread the data openly. It seems that the existence of the teacher is ignored at all.
Until the dinner time of the day, An flipped through the last page of data in his hand, put it in his schoolbag, and let out a long sigh of relief, "Finally finished reading, I will definitely hand in the report on Friday, hungry died--"
As he spoke, An pulled the two plates of meat and a large bowl of pudding closest to him to him.
"Ann, I want to remind you of something?" Fanny asked slightly confused.
"Huh? What?" Ann asked, digging out a big spoonful of pudding.
"In the past two days, I think Hermione stared at you probably no less than ten times. Although I don't want to remind you, she stared at you too often—" Fanny said in a tone of resignation. Say, "And she's still looking at you, do you want to talk to her?"
Ann paused when she ate the pudding, and then she swallowed the pudding with great difficulty, and asked a little guilty, "Uh, has it been like this for two days?"
Fanny nodded earnestly, "Yes, but it's more frequent today, and in History of Magic class in the afternoon, she almost always looks at you, but I think she should also find that you have been obsessed with your data these days, so I never took the initiative to come to you."
"Hey, then—" Ann took another big mouthful of pudding with a spoon, "Can you tell whether it's a good thing or a bad thing for her to seek me out?"
"Then I don't know," said Fanny. "Would you like to talk to her?"
"I, okay."
After Ann finished her meal, she didn't take out the data report as usual, but got up and took a look at Hermione. Hermione obviously noticed this too, and she pulled Harry and Ron up happily.
Like many times before, several people gathered in the foyer, Harry had a straight face, Ron and Hermione greeted Ann and Fanny warmly, but Ron greeted Fanny warmer.
After a brief greeting, Hermione happily handed Ann a Galleon.
After receiving the Galleon, An looked it over and over again, and asked inexplicably, "What is this? Why did you give me a Galleon?"
Hermione smiled brighter, "I got this inspiration because of you playing with coins a lot, Ann. This is our date connector." Hermione pointed to the number on the edge of Galleon, and moved to Ann. Said in his ear, "On the real Gallon it is just a number, representing the goblin who minted this coin. But the numbers on these will change to show the time of the next assembly. When we determine a time, It gets hot to remind you."
Ann's ears turned red, and she asked stupidly, "Uh—but aren't you afraid that I'll tell you the truth?"
Both Ron and Harry's eyes widened.
"I just said I couldn't give it to her," Harry said angrily.
Hermione gave Harry a reproachful look, "Harry, I don't think any informer would say the word informer carelessly, and Ann certainly wouldn't."
Harry crossed his arms and glanced at Ann. He didn't say anything, and acquiesced to this sentence. In fact, he was just still angry at what Ann said about him last time. He always thought that Ann could change to a more gentle one. way to treat yourself.
Hermione looked at Ron again, and Ron immediately showed approval.
"Ann, I hope to see you at the party next time, of course, as a consultant, I think you can teach us a lot." Hermione said happily, "Okay, I think you must We still have a lot of things to do, so let’s go first.”
After saying goodbye to Ann, Hermione, Ron and Harry left.
Ann held the coin in place for a while, and it was not until Fanny waved her hand in front of Ann that she came back to her senses.
On the way back to the Slytherin common room, Ann kept playing with the coins in her hand, thinking about Hermione's words, being trusted by Hermione should have been a happy thing, but she felt very uncomfortable.
After returning to the dormitory, An finally put the drugs in his pocket, took out the draft report, combined with the sorted data, completed the report, sorted it out and put it on the table.
But after finishing the report, she didn't take out her homework to write as usual, but took out her gun again.
When Fanny came out of the shower, she saw An sitting at the table, flipping a gold Galleon rapidly between her fingers.
"Ann, are you going to play with this coin today and not go to bed?" asked Fanny, passing Ann.
Ann took a look at Fanny, stopped turning the coin, "Fanny, do you trust me?"
"Nonsense, of course." Fanny looked as if Ann had asked a silly question.
"Then do you think you or Hermione trust me more?"
"Can this be compared?" Fanny said, but seeing Ann's confused expression, she said truthfully, "It should be about the same, she cares about you very much."
"Then if, if one day I do something that disappoints you, you will be very sad, right?"
Fanny frowned, "It depends on what it is?" she said, and then she set her eyes on the coin in Ann's hand, and her expression immediately became surprised, and she said in a low voice, "Ann, don't you Do you really want to inform me?"
Ann glanced at Fanny. "Of course not this—"
Fanny looked relieved, "Hey, I knew you would never be an informer. What's the matter?"
"It's about the matter between me and Hermione. I originally wanted to wait for this year's OWLs exam to tell her that it won't affect her exam, but now I think I should tell her as soon as possible. The time will be prolonged." If it happens—" I settled down, and my tone became much lower, "I think this is even worse, and she will definitely be more sad than now, and since she already believes in me so much, the long-term pain is worse than the short-term pain .”
Ann said in a self-deprecating tone, "Anyway, I'm not worthy of her trust. I've known it for so long, but I've been avoiding it and never made it clear. I know it's impossible, but I keep comforting myself."
But Ann's words directly made Fanny furious, "Ah, hey! Ann, you don't plan to go and talk to her about it tomorrow after taking the gold coin Hermione gave you today, do you?"
"Well, I plan to make it clear when I go to pay back the gold coins tomorrow. I should face this matter squarely." An irritatedly rubbed her hair, "Anyway, she will worry about big things soon, and I should have realized that from scratch. In the end, the fact that she liked me was the wrong thing."
Fanny put her hands on Ann's shoulders seriously and seriously, "Calm down, Ann."
Ann took a few deep breaths.
"Very well, that's it. Ann, I'm here to tell you very seriously that you absolutely cannot control the fact that Hermione likes you. This is her idea, her choice, so you can't put something like the wrong Adjectives for this matter."
Ann looked at Fanny blankly.
"Also, what kind of existence does the choice you are about to make exist in your own heart? You have to think about it before you act. If you really make this choice, are you sure you won't regret it later?"
A trace of confusion flashed in An's eyes.
"You'd better ask yourself again, in your heart, what is more important?"
Important matter?
An is lying on the bed and looking at the curtain, is it important?She mulled over the question in her mind.
The next day, it was Friday, but Ann got up early, she didn't sleep well last night.
Tie the thick rolled report to Mo Mo's leg, An started to eat breakfast, bit off a corner of the bacon sandwich, and An bulged her cheeks.
After eating a sandwich, Ann ate another fried egg. She looked around the dining room, "Strange? Fanny, was it the same when I didn't come for breakfast?"
There were almost no people in the restaurant, and there were only five or six people sitting on the long tables of each college.
Fanny glanced at her watch, "I'm wondering too, usually the seats are full at this time?"
The sudden exclamation outside the hall startled everyone in the restaurant.
Ann and Fanny looked at each other and stood up quickly.
Out of the foyer, towards the noisy direction, around the corner of the passage on the first floor, almost half of the school's students gathered around the castle yard.
"It's no wonder nobody's at breakfast—" Fanny had just said, and then she exclaimed, for she saw Professor Trelawney standing in the middle of the yard.
And Professor Trelawney is not in a good state. She holds a wand in one hand and an empty teacup in the other. Her hair is disheveled and her glasses are crooked. She was dressed in tatters, and beside her were two large boxes, one of which was upside down, as if it had been thrown down the stairs.
"No! This can't happen? Impossible?? I refuse to accept it!" she screamed.
"You didn't expect this?" said a high-pitched little girl's voice, seemingly amused.Umbridge took a few steps to the middle of the yard.
"Although you can't even predict tomorrow's weather, you should always realize that your poor performance in my class and no improvement after that will inevitably lead to your dismissal, right?"
"You, you can't!" howled Professor Trelawney, tears streaming from behind the large glasses, "You, you can't fire me! I've been - I've been here for sixteen years! Hogwarts is My home!"
"It used to be your home," said Professor Umbridge, with a smug smile on her face as she saw Professor Trelawney slump on a box crying, "until an hour ago, when the Minister for Magic signed Until your dismissal order is issued. Please leave the school now, you are embarrassing us."
Umbridge stood there, gloating as Professor Trelawney shivered, whimpered, and rocked back and forth on the box in fits of grief.
Professor McGonagall squeezed out of the crowd, walked straight up to Professor Trelawney, patted her on the back vigorously, and pulled out a bandanna from his robes.
"Well, well, Sybil, calm down, blow your nose, it's not as bad as you think! You're not leaving Hogwarts."
"Oh, is that so, Professor McGonagall?" said Umbridge viciously, taking a few steps forward. "Who approved this?"
"Me." said a low voice.
Dumbledore came in through the open oak door outside the courtyard, and strode through the crowd towards Professor Trelawney.She is still sitting on the box.Tear-stained and trembling, Professor McGonagall was with her.
"You, Professor Dumbledore?" Umbridge let out a particularly nasty screech. "I'm afraid you don't know. I do." She pulled a roll of parchment from her robes. According to the "No.20 Three Education Order", the Hogwarts Senior Inquisitor has the power to inspect, retain for probation and dismiss any teacher who - that is, I - thinks that he does not meet the standards of the Ministry of Magic. I Deems Professor Trelawney unqualified. I have fired her."
Dumbledore was still smiling.He looked down at Professor Trelawney, who was still sobbing on the box, and said, "Of course you are right, Professor Umbridge. As a senior investigator, you have every right to fire my teacher. But, I'm afraid you have no right." I am afraid that the right to expel them from the castle—" He bowed politely, "still belongs to the headmaster, I hope that Professor Trelawney will continue to live in Hogwarts."
Trelawney gave an excited laugh and a little sob. "No, no, I'm going, Dumbledore! I'm leaving - leaving Hogwarts, and making a living elsewhere -"
"No," said Dumbledore firmly, "I want you to stay, Sybil."
He turned to Professor McGonagall.
"Will you take Sybil upstairs, Professor McGonagall?"
"Of course," said Meg. "Come upstairs, Sybil?"
Professor Sprout rushed up and took Professor Trelawney's other arm.They led her past Umbridge and up the marble stairs.Professor Flitwick ran after her wand, screaming, "Case move!" Professor Trelawney's box rose into the air and followed her upstairs, Professor Flitwick's back.
Professor Umbridge stood there, staring at Dumbledore, who was still smiling kindly.
"What are you going to do with her when I have a new Divination teacher and I need to use her room?" she said sharply.
"Oh, that's not a problem," Dumbledore said happily, "You see, a teacher will come to give a divination class tomorrow, and he is willing to live on the first floor. According to the "No. The Ministry of Magic has the power to appoint teachers when the Headmaster cannot find a suitable candidate."
Umbridge rounded her eyes, but she said nothing after that, turned and walked into the castle.
"Okay, students, hurry up and have breakfast, the first class will start soon." Dumbledore said with a smile.
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