Umbridge's Complete Defeat, We Have a Traitor Among Us

Entrance Hall.

After dinner, the students crowded together, forming a large circle.

Professor Trelawney stood awkwardly in the middle, his face showing not only deep humiliation but also obvious fear and terror.

Several large wooden crates were placed crookedly at her feet, looking as if they had been thrown down from upstairs.

"I'm dead, I'm dead! I'm here to live and teach." Professor Trelawney looked indignant and aggrieved. "Hogwarts is my home. You can't do this."

"This used to be your home." Dolores Umbridge proudly produced a piece of paper. "The Minister for Magic signed your dismissal order an hour ago."

Please leave the hall now, don't make things difficult for me, okay?

Professor McGonagall couldn't bear to watch any longer. She walked through the crowd to Professor Trelawney, took out a handkerchief, and wiped away her tears.

"It's over, Sybill."

"Do you have something to say?" Dolores Umbridge asked calmly.

"Oh! I do have a few things to say. Trelawney will not leave Hogwarts."

"Who approved it?"

"I."

A deep voice sounded, Dumbledore appeared in the doorway.

"Dumbledore, I must remind you that, according to the details of Educational Decree Number Twenty-Three, personally issued by the Minister, High Inquisitor have the authority to inspect, detain, and dismiss any teacher they deem unqualified to meet the Ministry of Magic's standards."

"You may have the right to dismiss my teachers, but you do not have the right to expel them from the school; only the principal has that power."

Therefore, Professor Trelawney has the right to continue residing at Hogwarts.

Professor Trelawney, with tears streaming down his face, sobbed and said gratefully, "Thank you, thank you, Professor Dumbledore."

But I have to go; I'm leaving Hogwarts to find work elsewhere.

"No, I want you to stay, Sybill," Dumbledore said seriously. "Professor McGonagall, take Sybill to her room first."

"Wait a moment." Aaron walked over quickly, then looked at Professor Trelawney with a meaningful gaze, "If you'd like to seek opportunities elsewhere, I can offer a small favor."

I also have a storefront in Diagon Alley; Professor, you could go there and help me run the shop.

"I..." Terry Launey hesitated, unable to finish his sentence.

"Don't worry, the work there is relatively easy; Harry Potter interned there."

However, let me make it clear beforehand that the salary and benefits may be lower than those of Hogwarts professor, so you should be prepared for that.

After all, I'm not running a charity. I can stay there temporarily until you return, Professor, with room and board provided.

"Gaius, what do you mean by this?" Dolores Umbridge frowned. She had specifically sought out Trollney today to make an example of him and give a strong scare to those teachers who were dissatisfied with her.

However, Aaron quickly arranged an escape route for Trauny, which somewhat diminished the effect of making an example of him.

"It doesn't mean anything. Just consider it a student's way of showing respect to their teacher!"

"But the dismissal order was just approved."

"Does High Inquisitor have to worry about the employment situation of a dismissed professor?" Aaron retorted. "Even if it hadn't been approved yet, it wouldn't have prevented Professor Trelawney from finding a new job!"

Dolores Umbridge's lips twitched slightly, rendered speechless by the retort.

Fudge's privileges were limited to Hogwarts; outside of Hogwarts, her power would be greatly reduced.

Professor Trelawney hesitated for a moment, then said awkwardly but politely, "Thank you very much for your kindness, Mr. Gaius, but I still want to stay at Hogwarts."

"Are you sure?" Aaron was caught off guard. He had made it very clear that she should go to his place to lay low for a while, and she could still return to school when the time was right.

Professor Trelawney nodded hesitantly. She knew that she was not suited to stay at Hogwarts at the moment, and that as long as Dolores Umbridge remained High Inquisitor, she would never be bored.

Even if Dolores Umbridge to bring down Dumbledore, she will still face the prospect of being expelled.

But Dumbledore had taken her in for a long time, and she would feel guilty if she just left like that. Although her Prophecy abilities were sometimes accurate and sometimes not, she could still help him.

"Go ahead! Since you've made your decision, I can only wish you good luck."

However, if you really find it impossible to stay any longer, you can still come to me.

"I am extremely grateful," Professor Trelawney said sincerely.

"Thank you for your trust, Sybill," Dumbledore said gratefully.

"Let's go upstairs first."

Professor McGonagall helped Professor Trelawney up the Marble Staircase, while Professor Flitwick waved his Wand, levitating the boxes in mid-air as they followed behind.

Dolores Umbridge watched this scene unfold, and only after Professor McGonagall and the others were out of sight did she barely come to her senses.

"Dumbledore, I will appoint a new Divination professor, and her room will remain empty as usual."

"You don't need to worry about that. I've already found a suitable candidate, and he's willing to live on the first floor."

"What did you say?" Dolores Umbridge, his composure instantly crumbling.

She originally thought that expelling Trauny would kill two birds with one stone: firstly, it would serve as a warning to others, and secondly, it would allow her to place one of her own people in the position of Professor, thereby increasing her control over Hogwarts.

But to her utter surprise, Dumbledore not only kept Trayvon Martin but also arranged for a new professor, making her scheme today a complete joke.

"Dumbledore, I must remind you."

"I don't need you to remind me; I know those Educational Decree better than you do," Dumbledore said with an air of nonchalance. "The Ministry of Magic only has the authority to appoint teachers when the headmaster cannot find a suitable candidate."

As soon as the words were spoken, the sound of approaching hooves reached everyone's ears.

A Centaurs walked through the gate, and the students gasped in surprise and readily made way for him.

"Firenze?" Aaron raised an eyebrow, surprised. "You invited him, Ju Tong?"

"It suits you well, doesn't it?" Dumbledore a smile.

Aaron's lips twitched slightly. Could he say it wasn't appropriate?

Centaurs ' knowledge of astrology surpasses that of any Warlock; in Divination, they are second to none.

Dolores Umbridge stared at Firenze in disbelief, feeling not only anger but also a deep sense of defeat.

She, the Centaurs, is much more difficult to deal with than Tirion McLaren; it's practically impossible to find fault with her teaching.

Moreover, even if she could find fault with her, she couldn't take action against Firenze in the short term. Targeting the Divination professor twice in a row would damage her reputation if word got out.

Firenze seamlessly took over the position of Divination professor, Dolores Umbridge's commotion ended hastily without having any impact on the school.

Centaurs had difficulty climbing stairs, the Divination Classroom was moved to classroom number 11 on the first floor.

Dumbledore used magic to transform the classroom into a forest setting, and the ceiling became a clear night sky, making it easier for Firenze to explain the stars.

However, Divination is, after all, a subject of divination. Even with a more professional teacher, it only adds some interest to the course, and very few people can truly understand it.

As the OWLs exams approach, the pressure on the fifth-level Warlock is increasing.

Aaron, the Prefect, was also quite busy. Fifth-class Slytherin would come to him from time to time to ask him questions, and he would patiently answer them one by one.

However, the exam consisted of twelve courses, including required and elective courses, and the various questions and problems he encountered were quite bothersome.

In addition to his duties Prefect, he was also responsible for teaching DA.

After several months of training, some students were able to summon physical Patronus, which made the Room of Requirement very lively, with Patronus such as white swans, otters, skunks, and rabbits running around the house.

If he were just a little short, he could only summon a cloud of white mist, barely managing to piece together a phantom shield.

Aaron watched the students training below from the podium and nodded with satisfaction. Besides a sense of accomplishment, he felt mostly relaxed.

During this period, he taught all the necessary skills, and now all that's left is to train them properly.

He assigned the task of supervising training to Harry Potter, a job he didn't want to do, but Harry enjoyed it immensely.

Suddenly, he felt a burning sensation in his pocket, and his brows furrowed.

"Stop training! Stop all training!" Aaron shouted with Amplification Charm, his expression becoming extremely serious.

More than thirty students stopped what they were doing and looked at Aaron with confusion.

"Something has happened, and I have to announce that DA will be officially suspended today."

"What happened?" Fred and George asked.

"It's a pity, but there was a traitor among us."

After he finished speaking, everyone looked at each other in bewilderment.

They had trained at the Room of Requirement for a short time without any problems, but the word 'traitor' came too suddenly and caught them off guard.

"Where's Malfoy?" Ron made no attempt to hide his search. "Is he not here?"

I knew he must have snitched, ever since Harry accused him of incest in the Quibbler ..."

"Shut up, Weasley," Draco said menacingly.

A hint of embarrassment flashed across Ron's face. "You're here!"

"What? Did I disappoint you?"

"Uh...you can't say it wasn't you who snitched, even though you're here," Ron said, mustering his courage. Many people's gazes toward Draco turned hostile.

Although it may seem impolite, Malfoy is the most likely person to betray you in this classroom.

"It's not him." Hermione quietly tugged at Ron's sleeve and whispered, "I'm sure it's not him. I put magic on that list."

"There aren't any disgusting bubbles on my face, are there?" Draco said with a pointed sneer.

"Your contract is a little incomplete," Aaron said, then took the DA list out of his pocket. "So I added an extra layer of insurance."

He unfolded the parchment, and a name that shimmered with red light was particularly eye-catching.

"Who is Marietta Eckmore? Has she arrived?"

"It seems not." Qiu Zhang weakly raised her hand and said, "She is my friend, and her mother is from the Magical Tongsi Floo Network Authority."

"That's no excuse for her snitching!" Aaron sneered. "But Ron, shouldn't you apologize to Draco?"

"Ah..." Ron blushed and hesitated for a while before reluctantly approaching Draco and saying "I'm sorry" in a voice softer than a mosquito's buzz.

"Can you speak louder? I didn't hear anything."

"Don't push your luck, I've already apologized."

"Tch!" Draco scoffed, "I didn't feel a single bit of sincerity from him!"

"That's enough," Hermione said nervously. "We should leave here first."

"No rush, there's still some time," Aaron said. "This list has just changed, which means she just told Umbridge about it. Even if she wanted to capture us, she would have to organize her forces."

In other words, there's still enough time to evacuate; it's just that the Room of Requirement will be unusable afterward.

"I'm sorry, I was the one who dragged her in," Qiu Zhang said guiltily.

"It's not your fault," Harry immediately comforted her, feeling sorry for her.

Aaron gave him a disdainful look. Cedric was still alive and well, and their relationship hadn't ended. There was something off about his concern.

Harry responded with a look that didn't hold back at all. Do you even know what first love, no, the value of a crush on a goddess is?

Aaron:...

"Ahem! There's no point in saying all this."

I've taught Lucky Quest everything I needed to, so the Room of Requirement isn't really necessary anymore.

However, Miss Ekko has been attending our classes for quite some time now, and since she's a Ravenclaw, she must know everyone's name.

As soon as he finished speaking, everyone's faces showed fear and apprehension.

They all overlooked this point: if Marietta had submitted the list, they would have been wiped out.

"Actually, there's no need to worry too much," Aaron said calmly. "If, unfortunately, Umbridge comes after one of you, the best thing to do is to deny it to the death."

"DA is purely a fabrication by Marietta; we know nothing about it."

"Umbridge won't believe us," Lee said worriedly. "She might very well resort to some terrible methods to force us to confess."

"That's true. Umbridge has never been one to back down." Aaron said after a moment of thought. "If you really can't hold on, then put up a show of resistance and then reluctantly admit it."

"Huh?" George and Fred exchanged a glance. "Is this really appropriate?"

"Of course it's appropriate," Aaron said seriously. "To confess directly is called 'confess and seek leniency,' while to resist and then confess is called 'torture and forced confession.'"

If her punishment is too severe, we can absolutely sue her.

"Uh... something feels off, but that makes sense," Angelina said with a strange expression. "It just feels like we're the ones cheating."

"That's not how it works." Harry agreed with Aaron's strategy. "You can't reason with someone like Umbridge, or we'll be the ones who suffer."

"I heard you." Aaron shrugged. "Umbridge didn't catch us red-handed. Our biggest advantage is that she has no evidence."

Alright, everyone, you can leave now. It's best not to come here again until she's expelled from Hogwarts.

Also, be natural when you're out and about; avoid going in large groups, and it's best for students from different colleges to stay separate.