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Chapter 1020: Snape's Anger
Chapter 1020: Snape's Anger
Not long after Umbridge issued the new educational decree, new rumors began to circulate within the school. Their Divination professor, Professor Trelawney, had been placed on probation.
Many students were surprised that the old fraud was put on probation instead of being fired outright.
Nevertheless, their Divination professor remained temporarily employed at Hogwarts.
As soon as the news spread within the school, some students began to question Professor Trelawney's predictions, believing that the old fraud had used tricks to avoid being fired.
However, Professor Trelawney seemed unaffected by the gossip and continued to teach her classes as if nothing had happened.
Well! To say that Professor Trelawney was unaffected would be a lie, as she was experiencing a minor breakdown. Thankfully, she had calming potions to help stabilize her emotions and maintain a calm facade in front of her students.
"Professor, who do you think will become the new Divination teacher?"
"It won't be a human, that's for sure." Professor Trelawney wasn't keen on discussing the matter further, as she despised centaurs.
"A ghost, then?"
"No, you'll find out soon enough."
"Maybe it will be a vampire."
"I recently came across the new educational decree again," Professor Trelawney said, opening her 'Dream Interpretation Guide'. Glancing at Ron, who was snickering in the corner with Harry Potter, she added, "Stop snickering, Potter. You won't be laughing for much longer."
"What?" Harry was taken aback, unsure why he was being targeted.
Averting her gaze, Professor Trelawney continued, "You'll be banned from Quidditch soon. Turn to page 32 in your book."
"Professor, are you predicting that Potter will be banned from Quidditch?" Parvati Patil asked curiously.
"A prediction? Yes, I suppose so." Professor Trelawney spoke nonchalantly. "As you all know, Harry Potter is infamous within the British wizarding community, second only to your Headmaster Dumbledore. Now, with Umbridge's new educational decree, it's clear that she's planning something. With the upcoming Quidditch matches, it's not difficult to guess who she's targeting. So, Potter, you'd better watch out."
The students in the Divination classroom began to whisper among themselves, feeling that the old fraud's words made sense. They turned to look at Harry, as if they believed he would indeed be banned by Umbridge.
"Now, turn to page 32 of your 'Dream Interpretation Guide', and let's begin our Divination lesson," Professor Trelawney said, trying to resume the class.
During lunch, when Hermione heard Harry and Ron recount what had happened in Divination class, she furrowed her brows and asked, "Did she really say that?"
"Yes, she did," Harry confirmed, taking a bite of his sandwich. Looking at the unusually concerned Hermione, he asked, "Is something wrong, Hermione?"
"I thought you said she was a fraud," Ron added, equally puzzled. He had expected Hermione to dismiss Professor Trelawney's prediction.
"No, it's different now," Hermione said, putting down her bread. She had a nagging feeling that someone was manipulating things behind the scenes, as Professor Trelawney's behavior was just too unusual.
"How is it different?" Harry felt that Hermione might know something he didn't.
To be honest, he found these mysterious situations annoying. People always seemed to be keeping secrets and playing games, and he couldn't fathom what they were thinking.
"I remember you didn't like her," Ron mumbled.
"I just thought she was a fraud," Hermione admitted, as she truly disliked Professor Trelawney.
"Albert acknowledged that she has predictive abilities," Harry reminded them. If he hadn't experienced Professor Trelawney's predictions himself, he wouldn't have believed it either.
"Albert is also good at lying," Hermione quickly finished her bread, which was smeared with blueberry jam.
"I don't think he likes to lie," Harry said.
In Harry's impression, Albert wasn't someone who enjoyed lying. Most of the time, he would simply refuse instead of lying.
The only annoying trait Harry found in Albert was his constant air of mystery.
"No, it's because you don't know which of his statements are lies," Hermione argued.
Both Harry and Ron looked at Hermione with surprise, finding it hard to believe that she would say such a thing.
"It's precisely because he rarely lies that you can't tell when he is lying," Hermione explained, serving herself some boiled potatoes. Noticing the looks on Harry and Ron's faces, she added, "Don't look at me like that. I'm not the one saying this."
"What's wrong, Angelina?" Harry asked, noticing Angelina's gloomy expression as she approached them.
"The application to reform the Quidditch team is stalled. Umbridge said she needs more time to consider it," Angelina said angrily. "That toad is letting the Slytherin team continue their activities, but she's stalling our application?"
"Maybe you could tell her that Potter isn't on the team anymore. I think that would solve her dilemma," Harry said. He wasn't surprised that Umbridge was targeting the Gryffindor Quidditch team. She had been targeting him relentlessly, even though he had been trying to keep a low profile. To some people, he was still a thorn in their side.
Harry knew that Umbridge was looking for an opportunity to expel him, snap his wand, and kick him out of Hogwarts. However, with Dumbledore still present, she couldn't find a suitable reason.
"I've already spoken to Professor McGonagall about it," Angelina reassured them. "She said she'll handle it."
"I doubt Professor McGonagall can convince Umbridge unless she involves Dumbledore..." Harry's gaze landed on a repulsive individual in the distance, and he quickly looked away in disgust.
"It looks like the Gryffindor team won't be able to continue their activities," Malfoy said with a smirk, deliberately raising his voice so everyone could hear. "Umbridge has allowed the Slytherin Quidditch team to carry on without any obstacles because she's well-acquainted with my father. I'm afraid the Gryffindor team will have to disband."
"You're disgusting," Angelina snapped at Malfoy.
"Don't pay any attention to him. It's just Mr. Weasel's impotent rage," Harry said, taking a calming potion from his pocket and swallowing it. He then looked at Malfoy with contempt. "The Slytherin team is a bunch of losers who have never won against us on the Quidditch pitch, so they have to resort to other means. Am I right, Mr. Loser?"
"
"How dare you..."
Malfoy glared at Harry, his eyes glinting with malice.
"If my memory serves me right, the Slytherin Quidditch team has never beaten Gryffindor since I enrolled," Harry turned to Ron at his side and asked, "Am I right?"
"Yes," Ron snickered, "I never noticed it myself, but it's true that only a loser would be raging about not being a loser. Well spotted."
"What did you say, Weasley?" Malfoy glared at Ron furiously.
"Don't get angry, Ron is just stating the facts. Looks like we hit a sore spot," Harry patted Ron on the shoulder, "Let's not continue provoking him. Look, Mr. Loser is about to bury his face in his butt out of shame."
Ha ha ha! A burst of laughter erupted from the Gryffindor table.
"I'm more curious about how he'll manage to bury his face in his butt."
"Let's go, Harry."
Hermione reminded Harry not to push it further. It was easy to get into trouble with Slytherins, and Umbridge was just waiting for an excuse to get Harry in trouble.
"Goodbye, loser."
Ron finished his food and left with Harry and Hermione.
Malfoy watched their departing backs, his eyes glinting with hatred. Crabbe and Goyle at his side clenched their fists and followed Malfoy out of the hall, intending to teach Harry a lesson.
As soon as they stepped into the entrance hall, Malfoy drew his wand and began casting a curse at Potter.
However, Malfoy's sneak attack failed, and the spell blew a hole in the nearby wall instead.
The faint explosion instantly drew the attention of the students around them.
"What!"
Harry turned at the sound and saw Malfoy holding his wand. He instinctively drew his own wand to defend against Malfoy's attack.
"No magic in the corridors! I believe you're a Slytherin prefect, aren't you?"
A familiar voice rang out from the entrance hall, and everyone looked towards the source to see Albert walking towards them with a frown.
"Put away your wand, and let's go see Snape. Break it up, all of you," Albert said, addressing the curious students.
"Didn't you hear me? Put away your wand, and you, Potter, no more cursing in the castle," Albert glared at Malfoy, "Do I need to drag you there?"
"No," Malfoy stuttered, his whole body trembling as he glared at Albert with hatred in his eyes.
"If you want to curse me to death, I suggest you speak up, I didn't quite catch that," Albert said calmly, which elicited a round of laughter.
"Anyone know where Snape is?"
"Professor Snape is having lunch in the Great Hall," Hermione informed them.
"Remember, no trouble. If you want to cause trouble, don't do it under my nose," Albert warned Harry and Ron before turning to leave with Malfoy to find Snape.
"What are you all doing here?"
Umbridge's voice echoed from the corridor, and Malfoy seemed to have heard a savior's call. He relaxed and glared hatefully at Albert.
Everyone turned to look at Umbridge, who was approaching with a fake smile on her face.
The students' faces turned to disgust as they knew Malfoy would get away with his actions.
"Mr. Malfoy was cursing in the corridor, and I was about to take him to see Professor Snape," Albert said calmly, looking at Umbridge's fake smile.
"Mr. Anderson, according to the educa..." Umbridge's words were cut short as she suddenly slipped and fell to the ground with a loud thud.
"The floor is slippery in this weather. Be careful when you walk," Albert shook his head as he looked at the unconscious Umbridge, "It's the first time I've seen someone knock themselves out like this. Someone send her to the hospital wing."
Albert took out his wand, waved it slightly, and a stretcher appeared out of thin air. He placed the unconscious Umbridge on it and turned to the stunned students, "You two, take her to the hospital wing." He pointed his wand at Ron and Hermione.
"Us?" Ron pointed at himself in surprise.
"Of course, you two. You're the prefects here. If not you, then who?"
"That's enough. Even walking can get her knocked out. Everyone here is making trouble for me," Albert turned to the equally stunned Malfoy, "Let's go. How long do you plan to stand here?"
In full view of the students, Albert led Malfoy towards the staff table.
"Albert, what's the matter?" Professor McGonagall put down her knife and fork and looked at Albert and Malfoy.
"I need to speak with Professor Snape," Albert nodded at Professor McGonagall and then turned to the Potions Master, "We need to talk in private."
Snape glanced at Malfoy and then at Albert, his face growing darker by the second. The "that can be discussed here" he was about to say was swallowed back down.
The three of them walked into the compartment next to the Great Hall, under the watchful eyes of the students.
"Well? What is it?" Snape asked coldly, clearly displeased with Albert's attitude.
"Mr. Malfoy cast a curse to attack Mr. Potter in the corridor," Albert ignored Snape's dark expression and said quietly, "I believe he is the Slytherin prefect."
"Is that true, Mr. Malfoy?" Snape glared at Malfoy.
"Potter insulted me first," Malfoy gritted his teeth.
"I don't care about your quarrel with Potter," Albert interrupted impatiently, "As a prefect, you set a terrible example by breaking the rules and attacking a student."
"He's my student," Snape said angrily, "rou..."
"I know," Albert ignored Snape's anger and cut him off, "That's why I brought him to you instead of Dumbledore."
"I don't care what punishment the Headmaster gives you. Copy Umbridge's educational decree hanging outside ten times and hand it to me tomorrow. Hopefully, that will help you break this bad habit," Albert stared coldly at Malfoy, "Don't forget, you won't like the consequences of forgetting."
"Are you threatening my student?" Snape's face was contorted with anger. Albert Anderson clearly had no respect for him.
"If your prefect takes the lead in breaking school rules and attacking students, I doubt he's a prefect. He's more like a thug trying to imitate a Dark Wizard," Albert exuded an aura no weaker than Snape's, "You should know that I'm discussing this with you here instead of outside. Also, I can see further than you, and I know what he will do in the future. Educate your student well, do you understand, Severus Snape?"
"If you have a problem with me, take it up with Dumbledore."
(End of Chapter)
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