Soon after Umbridge issued the new education order, new rumors spread in the school that their Divination professor Trelawney was actually placed on probation.
Many students were surprised that the old cheater was placed on probation instead of being expelled outright.
Some people say that Umbridge was afraid that Professor Trelawney's prophecy would come true, so she tried to crack the prophecy in this way. Others say that Umbridge has not yet found a divination professor who can replace Trelawney.
In short, their Divination professor is still temporarily staying at Hogwarts.
As soon as the news spread in the school, some students began to question Trelawney's prediction, believing that the original prediction was indeed a trick used by the old liar in order to avoid being expelled.
However, Professor Trelawney didn't seem to care about these things. She continued to teach her students without being affected by the gossip outside.
All right!
"What are you talking about Weasley?" Malfoy glared at Ron.
"Don't be angry, Ron is just stating the facts. It seems like I accidentally hit your sore spot." Harry patted Ron's shoulder and said, "Let's not continue to provoke him. Look, Mr. Waste is about to bury his face in his butt out of shame."
Hahaha!
A burst of laughter rang out across the Gryffindor table.
"I'm more curious about how he buried his face in his ass."
"Harry, let's go."
Hermione reminded Harry to stop, as it would be easy to suffer a loss if he went against Slytherin now. Umbridge was eager to find something to hold against Harry.
"Goodbye trash."
Ron finished his plate and walked away with Harry and Hermione.
Malfoy looked at the three men as they left, his eyes gleaming with hatred. Goyle and Crabbe, who were standing beside him, clenched their fists and followed Malfoy out of the hall, ready to teach Harry a lesson.
As soon as they entered the hall, Malfoy drew his wand and cast a curse on Potter.
However, Malfoy's sneak attack was unsuccessful, and the wall next to him fell over and a hole was blasted in it by the spell.
The slight explosion instantly attracted the attention of other students around.
"What!"
When Harry heard the voice and turned his head, he saw Malfoy holding his wand. He subconsciously drew out his wand to prevent Malfoy's sneak attack.
"No magic allowed in the corridors. I remember you were the Slytherin prefect."
A familiar voice sounded in the hallway, and everyone looked in the direction of the voice and saw Albert walking towards them with an expressionless face.
"Put away your wand and follow me to see Snape." Albert frowned and said to the students watching the excitement around him, "Don't crowd here, disperse."
"Didn't you hear me? Put away your wand. And you, Potter, don't let me see anyone using curses in the castle." Albert glared at Malfoy fiercely. "Do you need me to drag you there?"
"No need." Malfoy stared at Albert, trembling all over, his lips trembling, and he muttered something.
"If you want to curse me to death, I suggest you do it louder, I didn't hear you clearly." Albert's calm words caused a burst of laughter.
"Does anyone know where Snape is?"
"Professor Snape is eating in the hall," Hermione reminded.
"Remember, don't cause trouble for me. Even if you want to cause trouble, don't do it under my nose." After warning Harry and Ron, Albert prepared to take Malfoy to the hall to find Snape.
"What are you doing here?"
Umbridge's voice came from one end of the corridor. Malfoy seemed to have heard the voice of the savior. He couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief and stared at Albert with hatred.
Everyone looked in the direction where the voice came from, only to see Umbridge walking towards them with a fake smile on her face.
There were looks of disgust on people's faces, they knew Malfoy would get away with it.
"Mr. Malfoy was casting curses randomly in the corridor, and I was planning to take him to find Snape." Albert said calmly, looking at the toad with a fake smile on his face.
"Mr. Anderson, according to education..." Umbridge hadn't finished her words when she suddenly slipped and fell to the ground with a loud noise.
"The ground is very slippery in this weather, walk slowly." Albert looked at the unconscious Umbridge and shook his head. "This is the first time I've seen someone fall and pass out. Who can help me take her to the school hospital?"
As he spoke, Albert took out his wand from his pocket and waved it gently. A stretcher appeared out of thin air and he put the unconscious Umbridge on it. He looked around at the stunned students and said to Ron and Hermione, "Help me take her to the school hospital."
"We?" Ron raised his hand and pointed at himself blankly.
"Of course it's you. You are the only prefects here. If you don't go, who will go?"
"That's enough. You can faint even when walking. You all like to cause trouble for me." Albert turned his head and looked at Malfoy who was also stunned. "Let's go. How long do you want to stand here?"
In full view of everyone, Albert took Malfoy towards the teachers' seats.
"Albert, what's the matter?" Professor McGonagall put down her knife and fork and looked at Albert and Malfoy behind her.
"I'm looking for Snape." Albert nodded slightly to Professor McGonagall, then turned his head to the Potions Professor and said, "We'd better find a place to talk."
Snape glanced at Malfoy, then at Albert, his expression gradually darkening, and he swallowed back the words "It's enough to stay here".
Under everyone's gaze, the three of them walked into the compartment next to the hall.
"Tell me what's the matter." Snape said coldly, looking very dissatisfied with Albert's attitude.
"Mr. Malfoy used a curse to attack Mr. Potter in the corridor." Albert ignored Snape's gloomy expression and said softly, "I remember he was the head of Slytherin."
"Is what he said true, Mr. Malfoy?" Snape glared at Malfoy.
"Potter insulted me first," Malfoy gritted out.
"I don't want to get involved in your mess with Potter." Albert interrupted impatiently, "As a prefect, you took the lead in violating the rules and attacking students. This is an extremely bad thing."
"That's my student." Snape glared at Albert angrily, "It's his turn..."
"I know," Albert ignored Snape's anger and interrupted rudely, "That's why I brought him to you instead of Dumbledore."
"I don't care what punishment your headmaster gives you. Copy all the educational orders that Umbridge hangs outside ten times and hand them to me tomorrow. I hope this will help you get rid of this bad habit." Albert stared at Malfoy coldly: "Don't forget. You don't want to know the consequences of forgetting."
"Are you threatening my students?" Snape's cheeks were almost distorted with anger. Albert Anderson no longer took him seriously.
"If your prefect takes the lead in violating school rules and attacking students, I doubt whether he is a prefect or a villain trying to imitate a dark wizard." Albert exudes an aura that is no weaker than Snape. "You have to know that I am standing here and talking to you about this, not outside. And I can see farther than you and know what he will do in the future. Educate your students well, do you understand, Severus Snape?"
"If you have a problem with me, go talk to Dumbledore."