"Good morning, Professor."
"Good morning, Mr. Anderson. Long time no see, Sybil." Dumbledore greeted Albert with a smile and then turned his gaze to Trelawney.
"Good morning, Dumbledore, I..."
"Professor Trelawney hopes to return to the school and continue her tenure." Albert continued on behalf of Trelawney.
"Oh, of course." Dumbledore smiled and said to Trelawney, "Hogwarts will always be your home."
Trelawney couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.
"Okay, professor, I hope you can make a prophecy for Professor Dumbledore." Albert took out a glass medicine bottle from the deformed lizard skin bag, poured out a potion of Felix Felicis from the bottle and handed it to Trelawney, saying, "This is the potion of Felix Felicis."
"Give me a prophecy?" Dumbledore repeated, raising his eyebrows slightly.
"Yes, for some reason." Albert said slowly, "Anyway, give it a try. Perhaps the Felicity Potion can stimulate your talent for divination."
"Mr. Anderson, your way of thinking is always surprising." Dumbledore was very surprised to hear that Albert actually planned to use the Felicis Felicis to tap into Trelawney's talent for divination.
This is indeed a good idea. The Felicity Potion can enhance the user's abilities in all aspects, and it might really help develop Trelawney's talent for divination.
"How does it feel?"
Albert put away the bottle of medicine as Trelawney watched.
"It's amazing, but I don't know if I can enter the state of prophecy you mentioned. Maybe I can use Carrow cards to tell fortunes for Dumbledore." Trelawney took out the Carrow cards from her pocket, shuffled them briefly, spread them out in a fan shape and handed them to Dumbledore.
Dumbledore knew very well that Trelawney could predict the future, but that required her to enter a certain state, not use the so-called Carlo card divination. Although he didn't believe in this thing at all, he still drew a card.
"Lightning hit the tower!"
Trelawney looked at the card cards handed to her by Dumbledore and murmured, "Disaster, misfortune and death, this is not a good omen."
"Oh, it seems that the Felicity Potion can't help?"
Albert was a little disappointed, but still smiled and said to Trelawney, "Professor, I have asked the house elf to send the luggage back to your original room."
"Oh, I'm leaving now."
Trelawney understood what Albert meant. When she turned to leave, she suddenly stopped and said in a hoarse voice that was different from her usual voice: "The Dark Lord will soon get what he wants - his lifelong enemy will die at the hands of someone he trusts - and he will welcome his death with joy."
The principal's office suddenly fell into an eerie silence.
Trelawney opened her eyes in confusion, as if she realized someone was looking at her. She turned her head questioningly at the two people with strange expressions, muttered something, and turned around to leave.
"Professor, it's time for dinner. Don't be late."
"oh."
Trelawney quickly disappeared through the entrance to the Headmaster's office.
"How astonishing!" muttered Dumbledore.
"It seems that the Felixir of Life is still somewhat useful." Albert said softly, "Trelawney has inherited a strong gift for prophecy, but she is completely unable to control this accidental prophetic ability, just like... a child who has not yet received training at Hogwarts, as long as a reasonable way of development is found, it can be used."
"To be honest, I didn't choose Divination before, and I don't have much patience for it." Dumbledore said softly, "Predicting the future is very difficult, because the cause and effect of people's behavior is always complex and changeable, and many prophecies will not come true."
"You actually believe it, otherwise you wouldn't provide shelter to Trelawney." Albert said softly, "You also hope to get more useful prophecies from Trelawney."
"Oh, I see. It seems you predicted my death."
Speaking of death, Dumbledore was very calm, as if he was just talking about a common thing.
"I just want to do a simple verification to see if you will die."
"The so-called fatalism is popular in Western culture, which believes that prophecies cannot be changed even after they are heard."
“There is indeed such a claim, but I think it is more nonsense.”
"Sirius is not dead." Albert said suddenly, "I changed the prophecy, although I never told him the content of the prophecy."
"But I think the prophecy can actually be changed, just like what you said, the cause and effect of people's behavior is always complex and changeable." Albert looked at Dumbledore and said calmly, "And I told you this news because I think your death is more due to your choice and your summer vacation plan."
"You think my summer plans will lead to my death." Dumbledore's face was expressionless.
"You might get into trouble." Albert shook his head.
"Do you think I can find the Horcrux?" Dumbledore was more concerned about this.
"I think you can find it," said Albert.
"That's great news," Dumbledore said cheerfully.
"I hope you can attend my wedding first and then carry out your summer vacation plans." Albert said calmly.
"My reputation has always been good."
"If you are willing to help me, I will tell you something that is very important to Harry." Albert said suddenly.
"You seem to enjoy making deals with others."
"The most reliable relationship between people is mutual benefit," Albert said softly, "I have been trying this, and have achieved good results."
"That's true." Dumbledore smiled and said, "Thanks to you for Harry's matter. And Trelawney's matter, you seem to have convinced her."
"I told her that Firenze wouldn't stay at Hogwarts for long, and that he would return to the community in the Forbidden Forest in a few years."
"This is really good news. I think Firenze must also want to return to his own group." Dumbledore was a little surprised, but he also believed in Albert's divination.
"By the way, do you know about Hagrid's brother?" Albert suddenly turned his head and asked as he walked out of the principal's office.
"I believe Hagrid's efforts will pay off."
"In that case, that's good."
As soon as Albert left the principal's office, he was surrounded by a group of people.
"They said they saw you back."
Lee Jordan patted Albert's shoulder vigorously and asked, "Are Fred and George ready to come back?"
"They left, why do they come back? To suffer in the exams?" Albert asked back.
“How enviable!”
"Are you planning on staying for the exam?" Shanna asked.
"Yeah, I plan to graduate from school normally," Albert said with a smile, "so I can finish what I started."
"Oh, by the way, Umbridge will leave school today. I think she will leave quietly during dinner time."
"This is really great news." Lee Jordan said excitedly, "Maybe we should send Umbridge away ourselves."
The news spread throughout Hogwarts like wildfire.
Members of the Anti-Toad League believed that a farewell ceremony should be held for Umbridge, and the proposal was widely agreed upon.
Albert did not discuss with everyone how to hold a farewell ceremony, but went to Hagrid's hunting lodge.
"Oh, Albert, come in, come in quickly," Hagrid greeted enthusiastically, "You're just in time, look what I just did."
"What's this?"
Albert stared at the glass of green liquid with ice cubes and asked with a raised eyebrow.
“It’s dandelion juice.”
"Dandelion juice, are you sure?"
Albert rejected it from the bottom of his heart.
"You don't like it?"
"No, I've only drunk dandelion tea, never freshly squeezed, so forget it."
"What a shame, this is a great drink for summer." Hagrid poured most of the cup into his mouth and smacked his lips.
"By the way, where did you hide last time?" Albert quickly changed the subject.
"I'm hiding in the mountains outside," Hagrid said, pointing in the direction of Hogsmeade. "There's a cave up there. I've been hiding there. Thanks to the food you prepared for me, otherwise I don't know what I would do."
"Umbridge will leave quietly at dinner time tonight. Do you want to see her off?" Albert asked with a smile.
"Oh, is that annoying guy finally going to go away?" Hagrid looked very happy.
"Yes, she will most likely go to Azkaban." Albert took out a newspaper from his pocket. "She is accused of using the Cruciatus Curse on Harry."
"That mad woman should be in Azkaban with those Dementors," muttered Hagrid.
"The Dementors have rebelled and are no longer stationed in Azkaban." Albert spread out the newspaper, tapped the third page and reminded.
"Oh, my God." Hagrid took the newspaper and suddenly looked up at Albert. "By the way, I heard from Hermione that you whipped Umbridge severely."
"She planned to let the Aurors arrest me, so I beat her and the Aurors in a rage." Albert said innocently.