I swung a sword at Hogwarts

Even more frustrating for Harry was the fact that he received two 'D's in Potions.

He could never stop thinking about the dream, and he didn't dare tell Hermione and Ron.

Because he didn't want to be scolded again.

The only person who could understand him was probably Sirius.

Too bad Sirius couldn't talk to himself either.

Now Harry is the focus of Umbridge's attention, and even the Gryffindor fireplace is under Umbridge's monitoring.

Hedwig was injured by Basil and was unable to send the letter.

It was time for Occlumency instruction.

He knelt in Snape's office.

Although he tried hard to clear his mind, he was still forced to relive his childhood memories.

That wasn't a good thing, as he spent most of his childhood being bullied by Dudley.

But even so, facing a master of Legilimency, his secret was still discovered.

"What is the last memory?" Snape asked.

"I don't know," Harry asked as he stood up wearily, his brain groggy, "was it my cousin who wanted me to stand in the toilet?"

"No," Snape's bad taste had not yet reached that level, "It was a man kneeling in the middle of a dark room."

Harry's eyes flashed with panic, and he pretended to be calm and said, "That... is nothing."

Snape's eyes were like a ruler, meeting Harry's eyes aggressively.

Eye contact was essential to Legilimency, and Harry pretended to blink away.

Harry still underestimated the master of Legilimency. Snape said sarcastically, "How did that man and that house get into your mind, Potter?"

"It was just a dream I had."

Harry continued to avoid looking, causing Snape to sneer.

There was a pause, then Snape whispered viciously, "You should remember why you are here, Potter."

"Do you know why I gave up my evenings 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 conceited.

What he and Sirius said was absolutely right, and the scolding fell on deaf ears to Harry.

"You're stupid. I thought you would have made some progress after two months. How many dreams about the Dark Lord have you had?"

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 can't even be an honest idiot.

"Perhaps, you like these hallucinations and strange dreams, Potter, and you think they can make you special and important?" Snape said with a sarcastic arc at the corner of his mouth.

"No," it was the same words again. Harry gritted his teeth and said angrily, "I never thought so!"

"You are not as good as John Wick," Snape said coldly. "You are not special, not important, and not smart."

Harry tightened his grip on his wand.

"Mind your own business, Potter," said Snape. "It is not your business to find out what the Dark Lord is saying to his Death Eaters."

"Yes, that's your job, isn't it!" Harry was so angry that he yelled at Snape.

"Yes, that's my job," Snape was very satisfied to see Harry's broken expression, "Now, are you ready? Let's do it again... Legilimency!"

Harry's mind was instantly pulled back by memories, and he saw a hundred Dementors falling from the sky.

In this crisis, he saw Snape staring at his face and muttering to himself.

Snape became clearer and the Dementors faded.

Harry grew fearful and raised his wand.

"Protego!"

Harry saw Snape's wand fly and he staggered to the table.

And in Harry's mind, a memory emerged that did not belong to him.

Young Snape sat alone in his bedroom...

"enough!"

Harry received a sharp push to the chest, causing him to stumble back and bump into a shelf.

Snape turned pale and said coldly, "You are more audacious and ignorant than I thought, Potter."

A restoration spell was used to restore the fallen shelves.

"That's progress. I don't remember asking you to use the Shield Charm, but it was undoubtedly effective."

"If you can use the Shield Charm to protect yourself every second," Snape said coldly, "If you can't, try again without the Shield Charm."

Harry felt that Snape wanted to take revenge on him, but he had no power to refuse.

He was dragged back in.

The difference was that this time when he returned to the corridor, he actually saw that the door was open.

Even he himself was confused, he had never opened this door before.

Snape saw it too and asked Harry to explain.

But Harry couldn't explain it; he himself didn't know.

Snape was being aggressive and Harry was getting angry.

"Could you explain to me why you call Voldemort the Dark Lord? I've only ever heard Death Eaters call him that."

When Snape heard the name and was about to scold, there was a noise outside.

...

hall.

Umbridge took action.

Two large boxes were thrown violently down the stairs and rolled into the hallway.

Trelawney stood in the middle of the hall, wand and bottle still in her hands.

When John saw this scene, a smile appeared on his face.

He pulled a letter from his little bag and Basil flew down to take it away.

As John expected, as one of the duo that filled Hogwarts with moisture.

Because of the blessing she gave to Harry last time, Trelawney successfully became the target of surgery before Hagrid.

Trelawney screamed, "No! This can't be happening, I refuse to accept it!"

She screamed at Umbridge and 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 the students who were close to him couldn't help but cover their noses.

To be honest, given Trelawney's personality of predicting several people's deaths at the beginning of each school year, it is really difficult to find help at Hogwarts.

"You, you can't!" Trelawney howled in disbelief, tears streaming down from behind her large glasses, "You can't fire me! I've been here for sixteen years! Hogwarts is my home, my home!"

"It used to be."

Umbridge, who successfully pushed Malfoy down one spot on the list of the most annoying people in Hogwarts, will not be soft-hearted just because Trelawney cried.

...

Chapter 336: Dismissal and Enlistment

"Your assessment score has reached the lowest point. You are expelled. This is the authority given to me by the Ministry of Magic."

Umbridge watched with glee as Trelawney stood there trembling and sobbing.

Trelawney couldn't believe that the place where she had lived for sixteen years would drive her out.

She sat on the box, rocking back and forth with waves of grief.

Her pitiful appearance moved the onlookers.

Lavender and Parvati, who loved her, hugged each other and cried. Professor McGonagall squeezed out of the crowd and went straight to Trelawney.

Although Professor McGonagall disliked this professor in some ways, she was unwilling to sit idly by and watch her colleague being expelled in this way.

"Come, come, Sibyl, calm down," she pulled out a large handkerchief and patted Trelawney's back soothingly, "It's not as bad as you think. You won't..."

"Why not?"

Umbridge smiled cruelly.

Just when he was about to see how this woman who was competing with him for power would use lies to comfort Trelawney.

A black owl flew down from the sky.

It was a black long-eared owl, which circled twice in the sky before landing on another large box.

It was for Trelawney.

Umbridge recognised the owl and the envelope with the silver hand in its mouth.

It was as if her mouth was suddenly gagged with a potato in the rind, and she made an absurd and funny sound of leaking air.

Even Professor McGonagall, who was comforting Trelawney, was stunned at this moment.

The black long-eared owl hooted, alerting Trelawney to take the envelope.

Trelawney was silent in sorrow, so Professor McGonagall had to take it for her.

The black long-eared owl, having completed its mission, did not leave. Instead, it looked at Umbridge with its sharp yellow eyes, which were different from those of ordinary owls.

At this moment, Umbridge had an urge to rub her hands and go over to flatter.

She screamed in confusion and panic: "Why is Lord Johnny Silverhand's owl here!"

Trelawney sobbed and seemed unable to calm down and read the letter.

McGonagall, who was pulled by Trelawney, had no choice but to help and opened the letter from the second king of the wizarding world.

"Professor Sybill Trelawney, my name is Johnny Silverhand, with all due respect to Prophet Trelawney.

The Silver Hand Johnny store is about to open a Fantasy Fortune Telling Pavilion, but it lacks a talented and powerful fortune teller to take charge.

If you are willing, Silver Hand is willing to invite you to come with the position of elder and treatment.

In addition, the Silver Hand Wine Cellar will be open to you free of charge forever.

—Johnny Silverhand."

This is an invitation letter and also an employment letter.

Professor McGonagall did not lower her voice when she read it out, so that everyone could hear it.

Trelawney stopped crying and snatched the letter from Professor McGonagall.

From beginning to end, every word.

She looked over and finally landed on the silver hand symbol.

"Impossible, why would Lord Johnny Silverhand invite a liar!" Umbridge shouted madly.

She didn't believe that Johnny Silverhand would invite Trelawney.

Not to mention her, even everyone else found it ridiculous.