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'
Incapable
though
you
are
of
predicting
even
tomorrows
weather
,
you
must
surely
have
realised
that
your
pitiful
performance
during
my
inspections
,
and
lack
of
any
improvement
,
would
make
it
inevitable
that
you
would
be
sacked
?
'
'
You
c
--
ca
n't
!
'
howled
Professor
Trelawney
,
tears
streaming
down
her
face
from
behind
her
enormous
lenses
,
'
you
c
--
ca
n't
sack
me
!
I
've
b
--
been
here
sixteen
years
!
H
--
Hogwarts
is
m
--
my
h
--
home
!
'
'
It
was
your
home
,
'
said
Professor
Umbridge
,
and
Harry
was
revolted
to
see
the
enjoyment
stretching
her
toadlike
face
as
she
watched
Professor
Trelawney
sink
,
sobbing
uncontrollably
,
on
to
one
of
her
trunks
,
'
until
an
hour
ago
,
when
the
Minister
for
Magic
countersigned
your
Order
of
Dismissal
.
Now
kindly
remove
yourself
from
this
Hall
.
You
are
embarrassing
us
.
'
But
she
stood
and
watched
,
with
an
expression
of
gloating
enjoyment
,
as
Professor
Trelawney
shuddered
and
moaned
,
rocking
backwards
and
forwards
on
her
trunk
in
paroxysms
of
grief
.
Harry
heard
a
muffled
sob
to
his
left
and
looked
around
.
Lavender
and
Parvati
were
both
crying
quietly
,
their
arms
round
each
other
.
Then
he
heard
footsteps
.
Professor
McGonagall
had
broken
away
from
the
spectators
,
marched
straight
up
to
Professor
Trelawney
and
was
patting
her
firmly
on
the
back
while
withdrawing
a
large
handkerchief
from
within
her
robes
.
'
There
,
there
,
Sybill
...
calm
down
...
blow
your
nose
on
this
...
it
's
not
as
bad
as
you
think
,
now
...
you
are
not
going
to
have
to
leave
Hogwarts
...
'
'
Oh
really
,
Professor
McGonagall
?
'
said
Umbridge
in
a
deadly
voice
,
taking
a
few
steps
forward
.
'
And
your
authority
for
that
statement
is
...
?
'
'
That
would
be
mine
,
'
said
a
deep
voice
.
The
oaken
front
doors
had
swung
open
.
Students
beside
them
scuttled
out
of
the
way
as
Dumbledore
appeared
in
the
entrance
.
What
he
had
been
doing
out
in
the
grounds
Harry
could
not
imagine
,
but
there
was
something
impressive
about
the
sight
of
him
framed
in
the
doorway
against
an
oddly
misty
night
.
Leaving
the
doors
wide
open
behind
him
he
strode
forwards
through
the
circle
of
onlookers
towards
Professor
Trelawney
,
tear-stained
and
trembling
,
on
her
trunk
,
Professor
McGonagall
alongside
her
.
'
Yours
,
Professor
Dumbledore
?
'
said
Umbridge
,
with
a
singularly
unpleasant
little
laugh
.
'
I
'm
afraid
you
do
not
understand
the
position
.
I
have
here
--
'
she
pulled
a
parchment
scroll
from
within
her
robes
'
--
an
Order
of
Dismissal
signed
by
myself
and
the
Minister
for
Magic
.
Under
the
terms
of
Educational
Decree
Number
Twenty-three
,
the
High
Inquisitor
of
Hogwarts
has
the
power
to
inspect
,
place
upon
probation
and
sack
any
teacher
she
--
that
is
to
say
,
I
--
feel
is
not
performing
to
the
standards
required
by
the
Ministry
of
Magic
.
I
have
decided
that
Professor
Trelawney
is
not
up
to
scratch
.
I
have
dismissed
her
.
'
To
Harry
's
very
great
surprise
,
Dumbledore
continued
to
smile
.
He
looked
down
at
Professor
Trelawney
,
who
was
still
sobbing
and
choking
on
her
trunk
,
and
said
,
'
You
are
quite
right
,
of
course
,
Professor
Umbridge
.
