The Legend of Harry Potter Schoolmaster

"Dear Sybil!" Professor Albus Dumbledore's peaceful voice came from inside the room, but his tone seemed to be suppressing his inner annoyance:

"I'm sorry, but I do have another date later, so..."

"Is that why you're throwing me out of your office roughly, Dumbledore?" the hysterical female voice argued.

Astoria Greengrass quickly recognized the owner of the voice—she seemed to be Professor Sybill Trelawney, the divination teacher.

"Of course not, it's just that I don't think we have anything to say..." Dumbledore's tone became a little irritable.

"Very good! Very good!" Professor Trelawney murmured as if he had been greatly hurt, "If you refuse to chase that nasty horse away and insist on letting him share the divination class with me, then that's fine. !As much fun as I was at Hogwarts, maybe I'll find a school that appreciates my talents better..."

"Of course, I have no doubts about it, Sybil..."

"That damned brat, I even suspect that the bottle of mead I drank last time was poisoned by him... He just tricked my students to get me out of Hogwarts and out of my classroom them!"

"Sybil, that was just an accident, and it has nothing to do with Firenze, I can swear it!" Dumbledore raised his voice, with a hint of impatience in his tone.

"Poor children, they were all deceived by that bastard who didn't know what divination was, by its lies, by... affected by it, they became hostile to me..."

"Enough, Sybil!" Dumbledore seemed annoyed.

"Like what happened in that room, they threw me out and hit me with my sherry bottle...they were still cheering and celebrating this horrible behaviour..." Professor Trelawney Unaware of the principal's anger at all, he continued to complain.

"What, what did you say?" Dumbledore's tone suddenly changed, and his anger disappeared in an instant: "Sybil, you just said that someone threw you out, where is it?"

I - hmm! said Professor Trelawney, wrapping her shawl around herself with some vigilance: "I was walking alone, thinking of some ominous omen I happened to catch a glimpse of... to the hidden room on the eighth floor , on the right is a tapestry of dancing trolls, and on the left is a smooth and hard stone wall - I don't know if you know there, Headmaster..."

"...I suddenly remembered that I hid some sherry bottles in there, and I was going to take them out. As soon as I opened the door, I was thrown out headfirst by a few students, very, very Rough, rude...they were happy to cheer around the house celebrating such abominable behaviour!"

The principal's office fell into a brief moment of calm——

"I will investigate this matter, Sybil!" Dumbledore said calmly: "Help you find those who were rude to you."

"Thank you very much, Headmaster!" Professor Trelawney said with airs on her shoulders, while tugging at her shawl and the many strings of shiny beads: "But if I make a small prophecy, I can clarify their identities ;It’s just that prophecies are not used to pay attention to things in this secular field..."

"I understand you very well, Sybil!" Dumbledore issued the order to evict the guest for the last time: "It's just that we have been delayed for too long, if you have nothing else..."

Professor Trelawney straightened up after hearing this, with a very arrogant look: "I will not beg for nothing to pester people who don't respect me, Dumbledore, farewell!"

...

Professor Trelawney pushed open the door and quickly disappeared up the spiral staircase.

She didn't even notice Astoria who was standing behind the door, and Astoria heard that she seemed to trip and almost fell when she heard her going downstairs.

Pursing his lips, holding back his smile, Astoria walked into the principal's office.

Albus Dumbledore, whose voice had been heard just now, had disappeared, replaced by the young face of Jon Hart in his seat.

"Please close the door!" Jon's voice was preoccupied.

"Professor Trelawney is still upset about Professor Firenze?" Astoria complied, and then sat down in front of the principal's desk, asking in a low voice.

"Yes, not happy." Jon nodded: "The divination class is much more troublesome than I imagined. I can't let Firenze go back to the woods because he was expelled. I can't let Te Lilauney left, because that would undoubtedly put him in danger, and Tom would be happy to hold a Hogwarts teacher hostage on the run."

Astoria wanted to ask "Who is Tom", but she didn't ask.

"You look more and more like a principal now!" She said with a smile.

"Yes, I agree!" came a shrill voice from the wall.

However, Astoria was not startled by the voice, but politely saluted the portrait that made the voice.

Principal Phineas Black also gracefully changed his hat, revealing his bald head.

"Tell me, what's the problem today." Jon looked at Astoria dotingly and asked with a smile.

"I want to ask you about Gobalot's third law. I don't know much about it!" Astoria took out her "Intermediate Potion Making" and said seriously: "S Professor Lughorn said in yesterday's class that this is the focus of the O.W.Ls exams..."

"Gobalot's third law, the antidote for a mixed poison is greater than the sum of the antidote for each individual component." Jon thought for a moment, then replied:

"This means that, given that we have correctly analyzed the ingredients of the potion using Scapin's Revelation Charm, our primary goal is not simply to choose an antidote for each individual ingredient, but to find additional ingredients that can The alchemical procedure of transfiguring disparate components..."

Astoria carefully wrote down what Jon said bit by bit.

"...and Gamp's Law of Transformation..." Astoria continued to ask.

After Jon thought for a moment again, he continued to answer her questions.

The two of them asked each other tacitly, and the other answered. The portraits on the wall interjected a few words from time to time, and the atmosphere in the principal's office was very warm.

...

The clock on the wall struck eleven unconsciously, and Fox called out lazily.

Astoria stretched her waist, looked up and suddenly saw Jon's preoccupied face, and asked with some concern, "Is there anything important?"

"Yes, just now Professor Trelawney reminded me inadvertently that some things have to be done earlier!" Jon nodded.

"Then I'll go back first!" Astoria said quickly.

"Well, you go back, I'm going to do something too!" Jon replied calmly.