A magical journey that begins at Hogwarts

The thought entity also sensed the power of the sheep talisman, and a strange expression appeared on its face. "An impeccable soul, the ability to attack spirits, and... the ability to construct dreams and even mental spaces."

"Not only that, but when we are strong enough in the future, we can even make the illusory real." Aaron laughed loudly, "This money of magic points was well spent."

"The only drawback is that this ability needs to be constantly developed by ourselves," the thought entity said. "We are still far from reaching the final step; we need at least god-level magic to support us."

"But it can be considered a promising future, with a bright future ahead." Aaron was in high spirits and immediately began refreshing the blank product list until the Horse Talisman appeared.

He then added all of his remaining four hundred-plus magic points to magic power. Although this only narrowed the gap between him and a mid-level archmage, it was enough to bring him and his thought entity a step closer to becoming mid-level archmages.

"Although my magic points were reset to zero, I've gained a lot!" Aaron stretched contentedly and prepared to continue his magic circle practice for the day.

Then the prophecy suddenly spoke, "Umbridge has finally bared her evil fangs and is targeting the Hogwarts teaching staff."

"speak English."

Aaron and the thought entity cursed in unison.

During this time, they finally figured out the correct way to use the book. Although they were loyal to him and had their own thoughts and temper, they were just a little lazy.

That means taking the opportunity to slack off; some prophecies can be easily overlooked if you don't ask questions clearly.

"Yes, my dear master."

To put it bluntly, Umbridge will fire a professor today, whose name is something like... The old man's face on the cover of the prophecy looked conflicted, and after thinking for a while, he continued, "Sybill Trelawney, yes, Trelawney."

A poor child, though he has the blood of a prophet, his abilities are very limited, and he cannot control the highly unpredictable prophetic power.

Her teaching ability was mediocre, and her presence at Hogwarts was minimal. Perhaps her master would be her proudest student, and the only one she could truly be proud of...

"That's enough," the thought interrupted, then looked at Aaron with amusement. "How was the divination lesson?"

"So-so!" Aaron waved his hand dismissively. "Besides the crystal ball, I'm not very interested in other divination methods. I mostly learned them from textbooks."

"That's because the master's talent is exceptional; Trelawney merely played a guiding role," the prophecy book said. "The master's current divination abilities are definitely far superior to hers."

"So... are we going to do anything about it?" the thought-provoking entity asked meaningfully.

Aaron pondered for a moment and then nodded. "Perhaps she really doesn't have the ability to teach me, but we still need to show necessary respect to our teachers."

"I knew it."

"Nonsense, my thoughts are your thoughts," Aaron said irritably. "But the question is, how do we manage it?"

We can disregard Umbridge, but she has the Ministry of Magic backing her.

"You talk as if you don't even care about Fudge."

"He is, after all, the Minister of Magic. We can despise him, but there is no need to offend him."

I don't want them to focus their attention on me; that's too much trouble.

Chapter 479 Umbridge suffers a complete defeat; a traitor has emerged from among us.

hall.

The students who had finished dinner crowded here, forming a large circle.

Professor Trelawney stood awkwardly in the middle, his face showing not only deep humiliation but also obvious fear and terror.

Several large wooden crates were placed crookedly at her feet, looking as if they had been thrown down from upstairs.

“Sixteen, sixteen years! I’ve lived and taught here,” Professor Trelawney said, his face filled with grief and indignation. “Hogwarts is my home. You can’t do this.”

“This used to be your home.” Umbridge proudly produced a piece of paper. “The Minister of Magic signed your dismissal order an hour ago.”

Please leave the hall now, don't make things difficult for me, okay?

Professor McGonagall couldn't bear to watch any longer. She walked through the crowd to Professor Trelawney, took out a handkerchief, and wiped away her tears.

"Alright, alright, Sybil."

"Do you have something to say?" Umbridge asked calmly.

“Oh! I do have a few things to say, Trelawney will not leave Hogwarts.”

"Who approved it?"

"I."

A deep voice sounded, and Dumbledore appeared in the doorway.

“Dumbledore, I must remind you that, according to the details of Education Order No. 23, personally issued by the Minister, senior investigators have the authority to inspect, detain, and dismiss any teacher they deem unqualified to meet the Ministry of Magic’s standards.”

"Of course you have the right to dismiss my teachers, but you don't have the right to expel them from the school; only the principal has that power."

Therefore, Professor Trelawney has the right to continue residing at Hogwarts.

Professor Trelawney, with tears streaming down his face, sobbed as he gratefully said, "Thank you, thank you, Professor Dumbledore."

But I have to go; I need to leave Hogwarts and find work elsewhere.

“No, I want you to stay, Sybil,” Dumbledore said seriously. “Professor McGonagall, please take Sybil back to her room.”

"Wait a moment." Aaron walked over quickly, then looked at Professor Trelawney meaningfully. "If you're looking to make a living elsewhere, I can lend you a hand."

I also have a storefront in Diagon Alley; Professor, you could go there and help me run the shop.

“I…” Trelawney hesitated, unable to finish her sentence.

"Don't worry, the work there is relatively easy; Harry Potter interned there."

However, let me make it clear beforehand that the salary and benefits may be lower than those of a Hogwarts professor, so you should be prepared for that.

"After all, I'm not running a charity. I can stay there temporarily until you return, Professor. Food and lodging will be provided."

“Mr. Gaius, what do you mean by this?” Umbridge frowned. She had specifically sought out Trelawney today to make an example of him and give a strong warning to those teachers who were dissatisfied with her.

However, Aaron quickly provided Trelawney with an escape route, which somewhat diminished the effect of making an example of him.

"It doesn't mean anything. Just take it as a student showing respect to their teacher!"

"But the dismissal order was just approved."

"Does a senior investigator have to worry about the employment of a dismissed professor?" Aaron retorted. "Even if it hadn't been approved yet, it wouldn't have stopped Professor Trelawney from finding a new job!"

Umbridge's lips twitched slightly, rendered speechless by the retort.

Fudge granted her privileges only at Hogwarts; outside of Hogwarts, her power would be greatly reduced.

Professor Trelawney hesitated for a moment, then said awkwardly but politely, "Thank you very much for your kind offer, Mr. Gaius, but I still wish to remain at Hogwarts."

"Are you sure?" Aaron was caught off guard. He had made it very clear that she should go to his place to lay low for a while, and she could still return to school when the time was right.

Professor Trelawney nodded hesitantly. She knew, of course, that she was not suited to stay at Hogwarts right now, and that as long as Umbridge remained a Senior Investigator, her life would never be easy.

Even if Umbridge manages to bring down Dumbledore, she will still face the prospect of being expelled.

But Dumbledore had taken her in for sixteen years, and he would feel guilty if she just left like that. Although her prophetic abilities were sometimes accurate and sometimes not, she could still be of help to him.

"Alright! Since you've made your decision, I can only wish you good luck."

However, if you really find it impossible to stay any longer, you can still come to me.

“I am extremely grateful,” Professor Trelawney said sincerely.

“Thank you for your trust, Sybil,” Dumbledore said gratefully.

"Let's go upstairs first."

Professor McGonagall helped Professor Trelawney up the marble stairs, while Professor Flitwick waved his wand, levitating the boxes in mid-air as they followed behind.

Umbridge watched this scene unfold, only snapping out of her daze when Professor McGonagall and the others were out of sight.

"Dumbledore, I will appoint a new Divination professor, and her room will still be available."

"You don't need to worry about that. I've already found a suitable candidate, and he's willing to live on the first floor."

"What did you say?" Umbridge screamed, her composure instantly crumbling.

She thought that expelling Trelawney would kill two birds with one stone: firstly, it would serve as a warning to others, and secondly, it would allow her to place her own people in professor positions, thereby increasing her control over Hogwarts.

But to her utter surprise, Dumbledore not only kept Trelawney, but also arranged for a new professor. Her scheme today has become a joke.

“Dumbledore, I must remind you.”

“I don’t need you to remind me; I know those lessons better than you do,” Dumbledore said with an air of nonchalance. “The Ministry of Magic only has the authority to appoint teachers when the headmaster cannot find a suitable candidate.”

As soon as the words were spoken, the sound of approaching hooves reached everyone's ears.

A centaur walked through the gate, and the students gasped in surprise and readily made way for him.

"Ferenze?" Aaron raised an eyebrow, surprised. "You actually invited him?"

"It suits you well, doesn't it?" Dumbledore asked with a smile.

Aaron's lips twitched slightly. Could he say it wasn't appropriate?

Centaurs' knowledge of astrology surpasses that of any wizard; in divination, they are second to none.

Umbridge stared at Ferenczek in disbelief, feeling not only anger but also a deep sense of defeat.

She understood that the centaur was far more difficult to deal with than Rilauni, and it would be almost impossible to find fault with his teaching.

Moreover, even if she could find fault with her, she couldn't take action against Ferenze in the short term. Targeting the divination professor twice in a row would damage her reputation if word got out.

......

Because Ferenczee seamlessly took over the position of divination professor, Umbridge's actions came to a hasty end and had little impact on the students.

Since the centaur had difficulty climbing stairs, the divination class was moved to classroom number eleven on the first floor.

Dumbledore used magic to transform the classroom into a forest setting, and the ceiling became a clear night sky, making it easier for Ferrenze to explain the stars.

However, divination is an abstract subject after all. Even with a more professional teacher, it only makes the course more interesting, and very few people can truly understand it.

With the OWLs exams approaching, the pressure on fifth-year wizards is mounting.

Aaron, the prefect, was also quite busy. Fifth-year Slytherins would come to him from time to time to ask him questions, and he would patiently answer them one by one.

However, the exam consisted of twelve courses, including required and elective courses, and the sheer variety of questions made him feel overwhelmed.

In addition to his duties as prefect, he was also responsible for teaching DA.

After several months of training, some students were able to summon physical guardian spirits, which made the House of Requirement very lively, with guardian spirits such as white swans, otters, skunks, and rabbits running around the house.

Those with slightly lower power can only summon a cloud of white mist, barely managing to create a phantom shield.