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Hermione looked disapproving and asked, "Since Dumbledore is back, are all the troubles gone?"

"Yes," Neville said, "everything is back to normal."

"I guess Filch must be very happy?"

Ron asked, and he leaned a Dumbledore Chocolate Frog card on his kettle.

Although he guessed the fact unconsciously, this is not the fact that everyone thinks.

"It's not like that at all,"

Ginny said, "Actually he was really disappointed..."

She lowered her voice and said, "He kept saying that Umbridge was the best thing ever to happen at Hogwarts..."

The six of them looked back together. Professor Umbridge was lying on the bed opposite them, staring at the ceiling in a daze.

Dumbledore went single-handedly into the forest and rescued her from the horsemen;

As for how he did it—how he saved Professor Umbridge from the forest unharmed—no one knew, and of course Umbridge wouldn’t say it.

Since she returned to the castle, as far as they know, she hasn't said a word.

No one knew what was wrong with her.

Her normally neat gray-brown hair is now in disarray, and there are some small branches and leaves between her hairline, but she doesn't seem to be hurt at all.

"Mrs. Pomfrey said she was just terrified." Hermione whispered.

"It's better to say it's out of anger," Ginny said.

"Yes, she will move, if you try it like this."

Ron spoke with his tongue softly making a humming sound like a horse's hoof.

Umbridge sat up straight and looked around in panic.

"What's the matter, Professor?"

Madam Pomfrey put her head out of her office and asked aloud.

"No...nothing."

Umbridge said hurriedly, burying her head in her pillow again, "Nothing, I must be dreaming."

Hermione and Ginny were buried in the mattress and laughed sullenly.

"Speaking of horsemen," Hermione stopped laughing slightly, and then said, "Who is the fortune-telling teacher now? Is it Firenze?"

"It should be him," Harry said. "The other horsemen won't let him go back, will they?"

"It seems that he and Trelawney will continue to teach." Ginny said.

"I dare say that Dumbledore had long wished he could let Trelawney go forever."

Ron said, chewing the fourteenth chocolate frog, "Listen well, if you want to ask, the prophecy class is useless at all, and Firenze is not much better."

"How can you say that?" Hermione asked. "Is it because we just discovered that there is a real prophecy?"

Harley's heartbeat began to accelerate poundingly.

He didn't tell Ron, Hermione, or anyone else the content of the prediction.

Neville had already told them that when Harry dragged him up the steps in the death hall, the prophecy ball was shattered.

Harry hadn't corrected this statement. He hadn't prepared his mind for how he would face their expressions once they knew that they had no choice but to become a murderer or a victim.

"It's a pity, it broke," Hermione murmured, shaking her head constantly.

"Yes, it's a pity," Ron said. "But, at least, the mysterious person will never know what's in it-where are you going?"

Seeing Harry stand up, he asked, looking puzzled and disappointed.

"Oh-go to Hagrid." Harry said, "You know, he just came back, and I said I would go down to see him, and tell him about the two of you at the same time."

"Oh, all right." Ron's tone was sullen, and he just looked at the bright sky outside the window and said, "I wish we could go too."

"Say hello to him for us!"

Hermione yelled at Harry, who was walking out of the ward, "Ask him, how is his little friend!"

Harry waved at them as he walked out of the dormitory, indicating that he had heard it.

...

Even on Sunday, the castle seemed too quiet.

It seems that everyone has already gone out and came to the sunny venue to enjoy the relaxation after the exam, as well as the leisurely absence of class arrangements and homework in the last few days of the semester.

Harry walked slowly down the empty corridor, staring out the window... He could see people floating in groups over the Quidditch Stadium, and two students and a giant squid swimming in the lake.

He found it difficult to determine whether he wanted to be with people. When he was with them, he wanted to walk away;

But when he was alone, he thought of someone to accompany him.

However, he thought he might really have to visit Hagrid, because he hadn't had a good chat with Hagrid since he came back.

Harry had just walked down the last marble stairs, and when he entered the porch, Malfoy, Crabbe, and Gore were walking out of the door leading to the Slytherin public room on the right~www.mtlnovel. com~ He stopped abruptly, and they did the same. At this moment, only the shouts, laughter and splashing water on the field can be heard from the open front door.

Malfoy glanced around-Harry knew he was looking for the shadow of the teacher-then his eyes returned to Harry, and he whispered, "You are dead, Potter."

Harry raised his eyebrows.

"It's funny, you should have thought that I was here for you..."

Harry had never seen Malfoy so annoyed.

He looked angry more than ever, and Harry looked at his pale, anger-distorted face with a burst of relief.

"You have to pay," Malfoy said, his voice not much louder than a whisper, "I will make you pay for everything you did to my father..."

"Really, I'm so scared now."

Harry said wryly, "I think Voldemort is just a warm-up project compared to the three of you-what's the matter?"

When he saw Malfoy, Crabbe, and Gore hit the name, he was horrified, so he added: "Isn't he your dad's buddy?

You won't be afraid of him, will you? "

"Do you think you are a great man, Potter?"

Malfoy approached Harry as he said: "You wait, I will make you pay the price, you can't send my father to jail—"

"I think I have done it." Harry said.

"The Dementor has left Azkaban,"

Malfoy said softly, "My father, there are others who will come out soon..."

"Very well, I hope they will come out soon," Harry said. "But, at least now everyone knows what kind of despicable they are—"