Chapter 557 Trelawney’S New Job

"Miss Umbridge, please watch your words.

Dumbledore's voice was low and commanding.

He slowly walked towards Umbridge, his eyes showing unprecedented severity, "If you try to frame Minerva with word games again, I will have to take necessary measures.

After seeing Professor McGonagall fainted, the gentleness that had always been on Dumbledore's face disappeared.

The young wizards who were watching were shocked by Principal Dumbledore's aura. They had never seen him look so angry.

Umbridge was even more unbearable when faced with Dumbledore's approach, fear spreading on her face.

She shivered and shrank back until she was so scared that she sat on the ground.

"You, you can't do this to me!" Umbridge threatened Dumbledore in a trembling voice, "I am the Supreme Investigator of the Ministry of Magic, you have no right to treat me like this!"

However, Dumbledore did not stop, he continued to close in on Umbridge until she had nowhere to retreat.

Seeing this, Hermione couldn't help but shake her head.

She truly felt that if Umbridge's accusations against Professor McGonagall were limited to rehashing old scores, she might still have a chance of winning this debate.

At least until then, she still had the upper hand in theory.

However, when she started fabricating and concealing facts in order to stimulate Professor McGonagall, her failure was already doomed.

This is called self-defeating.

At this moment, Professor Traolini, who had just broken free from the restraints, said first:

"No—Dumbledore—don't do it [it's not worth it."

Although her voice was weak, it was full of determination, "Thank you for your protection, but I have to leave. I want to leave Hogwarts and make a living elsewhere. Go and send Minerva to the school doctor."

After saying that, her box flew up and followed her staggering towards the castle entrance.

Headmaster Dumbledore sighed, his majestic aura receding like a tide.

He directly stepped over Umbridge, who was still slumped on the ground, and no longer paid her the slightest attention. He stretched out a hand, steadily lifted up the unconscious Professor McGonagall, and then led her towards the school doctor's office.

"Kids, don't you have any homework to finish?"

As he walked, he said gently to the onlookers blocking his way.

The students dispersed one after another to make way for him.

Principal Dumbledore and Professor McGonagall slowly left, and their figures gradually disappeared at the end of the corridor.

Outside the castle, the wind howled.

Hermione walked briskly and quickly caught up with Professor Traolini who was staggering in front of her.

At this time, Traolini was holding a bottle of wine tightly in her hands, taking a sip from time to time. Tears slid down her pale cheeks, mixed with the wine, and dripped on her shabby robe.

"Professor Traolini, exit!"

Hermione shouted, her voice echoing across the empty field.

She ran to Traolini's side, panting slightly, looking at the professor who once bored her with complicated eyes.

Traolini turned her head and looked at Hermione with confused eyes, as if she had just recognized who she was.

Her face was full of surprise and confusion, and she obviously didn't expect to meet Hermione here.

She once thought that this girl would always hate her, and she even slammed the door out of her class.

And now, judging from the expression on Hermione's face, the other party didn't come to laugh at her, so she came to see her off?

Hermione looked at Traolini's miserable state, and the disgust in her heart was gradually replaced by pity.

She took a deep breath and tried to make her voice sound softer:

"Professor Traurini, let's talk."

Hermione said, taking out a clean wet handkerchief from her pocket and handing it to Traolini: "Wipe your face, Professor."

Traurini took the handkerchief and gave Hermione a grateful look. She gently wiped away the tears and wine stains on her face with a handkerchief, feeling a little more energetic:

"Thank you dear."

Seeing this scene, Hermione couldn't help but breathed a sigh of relief.

She asked cautiously: "Professor Traulini, with all due respect, do you have any plans?"

She was afraid that her words would irritate the other person, causing him to fall into that nervous state again and "predict" something bad would happen.

Traolini pursed her lips, her eyes a little confused:

"I have no plans yet, maybe I will go back to my old house and live there for a while.

Her voice was trembling, as if she might cry at any moment.

Hermione's heart moved. She felt that this was the most normal time she had spent with Traolini in all these years.

She decided to strike while the iron was hot and made her own suggestion:

"Professor Traolini, would you like to host a program on Offa United Television? They are worried that there are too few programs. You know, I work for Offa United, the parent company of Offa United Television, if you are willing If so, I will arrange for you to go to the TV station immediately.

Her words were fast and smooth, and she had obviously thought everything through.

As "Little McGonagall", she now finally understands the deep pity that "Big Hermione" Professor McGonagall had for Trelawney.

In the past, Professor Minerva McGonagall always analyzed things with a rational and rigorous attitude, and there was no room for ambiguity and uncertainty in her world. Because of this, she once criticized Professor Trelawney, because the magic taught by Trelawney always contained too many "inaccuracies".

However, at this moment, when Hermione saw Trelawney's pitiful appearance, her heart seemed to be touched by something.

She was afraid that the professor who used to be always talkative in the past would shed tears again. His helpless and fragile look was really unbearable to see.

"What can I do for them?" Trelawney's voice trembled, tears sliding down her cheeks again.

She seemed to have forgotten that she was a professor, and was more like a lost child at the moment.

"I think you could host a daily divination show. Your talents and unique insights will be warmly welcomed by wizards.

Trelawney looked at Hermione blankly, as if he didn't understand what he was saying.

Hermione was afraid that the other party would not believe it, so she quickly explained: "You know, Lavender Brown has particularly admired you and liked your divination class since the rabbit she raised died. And Parvati Patil, She also firmly believes that your prediction is right. As superstitious as they are... Oh, I mean, there are quite a few witches who are obsessed with divination."

At this point, a trace of embarrassment flashed across Hermione's face.

In fact, she once scoffed at Lavender and Parvati's superstitious behavior and even laughed at them behind their backs.

In third grade, she mocked Lavender's prediction that a rabbit was a blind cat meeting a dead mouse.

But at this moment, in order to comfort Professor Trelawney, she didn't care so much. She just looked for examples of emergency treatment to comfort her.

Of course, her attitude of looking down on divination was limited to the beginning. As time went by, Hermione's personal attributes and magic power were significantly improved. After in-depth study of the nature of prophecy spells in arcane magic, she became more interested in divination. The course also gained a new perspective. She gradually understood that divination was not completely nonsense, but had certain magical basis and logical laws.

.........Please give me flowers...

According to Levin, "Without the magic that systematically connects the 'Akasha Records', wizards can only rely on talents similar to the 'Celestial Eye' to obtain prophecies in a way that is close to luck. This is magic The limitations of the theory, not the fault of the diviners themselves.”

But even so, she still doesn't like this kind of knowledge that emphasizes "clearing the fog and seeing through the future". Instead, she prefers arithmetic, divination, and prophecy spells, which have stronger logical regularities, allowing her to see and touch them more. disciplines.

Speaking of television, Traolini's eyes immediately sparkled.

Ever since those magical TV sets were installed in Hogwarts, the emotional TV dramas broadcast on Orfa TV have become her daily must-watch. She can always accurately predict the emotional entanglements between men and women in the play, as if those stories are being played out in front of her eyes.

Hermione keenly caught the enthusiasm in Traolini's eyes, and she felt happy, knowing that her proposal had impressed the professor.

"Professor Traolini," she asked softly, "are you willing to join the Orfa United TV Station and share your divination wisdom with more wizards?"

Traurini excitedly held Hermione's hand and said:

"Of course I do, dear Hermione. I have always dreamed of having a bigger stage to show my talents. You can call me Sybill, that's what my friends call me. Besides, I have noticed since the third grade Your extraordinary, your 'aura' is constantly growing. Don't give up divination, it may lead you to a broader world.

Trelawney didn't know that the growth of her so-called "aura" was actually the continuous improvement of Hermione's perception attributes.

After hearing the other party's words, Hermione felt the stone in her heart finally fall to the ground. "Great, professor. I'm going to contact Ms. Penny Harwood. Maybe you have taught her too - she is now the deputy director of the TV station. I believe she will welcome you to join."

"Oh, of course, Petunia, of course I recognize her, she was..."

After confirming the cooperative relationship, the relationship between Traolini and Hermione suddenly became much better. They chatted like friends, sharing each other's stories and experiences.

However, Traolini needed to get home and settle down as soon as possible, so their conversation ended in a hurry.

Looking at Professor Traolini's retreating back, Hermione took a deep breath.

She finally completed the task assigned to her by Levin and found a new stage suitable for Professor Traolini.

After Professor Traolini went to the TV station, in addition to hosting the divination program, even on ordinary days, there would be a secret eye following her, ready to take pictures at any time. In this way, whenever Traolini made a real prophecy, those precious scenes would be captured It will be recorded in time and will not be wasted.

"Not only did Professor Trelawney get a job, but Professor Lupine also agreed to join the Technology Research and Development Department. Sure enough, Levin is still very kind. Even if he is standing by, he is still thinking of arranging a way out for those who have been victimized by the political struggle."

Hermione thought about the efforts she had made to promote these good things, and she felt a sense of accomplishment in her heart.

She carefully looked around to make sure no one was paying attention, and then began to imitate Luna's bouncing walking style in her memory.

Her fluffy curly hair swayed gently with the movement, and she hummed a cheerful tune, as if the whole world had become beautiful.

Just like that, Hermione bounced all the way back to the Hogwarts campus. .