Y/n Grindelwald is boy born into a powerful but feared wizarding family. At the age of 11 he has received his invitation to learn magic at the famous Hogwarts school of Witchcraft and Wizardry. What awaits this boy in his seven school years? Uncerem...
It is regrettable to say that we lost Maggie Smith only a few hours ago. Maggie Smith was a wonderful actress not only as Professor McGonagall, but in any role she played. She will dearly missed and I can't imagine anyone else as McGonall.
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"I'll bet you wish you hadn't given up Divination now, don't you, Hermione?" asked Parvati, smirking.
It was breakfast time, two days after the sacking of Professor Trelawney, and Parvati was curling her eyelashes around her wand and examining the effect in the back of her spoon. They were to have their first lesson with Firenze that morning.
"Not really." said Hermione indifferently, who was reading the Daily Prophet. "I've never really liked horses."
She turned a page of the newspaper and scanned its columns.
"He's not a horse, he's a centaur!" said Lavender, sounding shocked.
"A gorgeous centaur..." sighed Parvati.
"You are aware that you are human beings, Yes?" Y/n pointed out but both girls ignored him.
"Anyway, I thought you two were all upset that Trelawney had gone?" Hermione coolly interjected.
"We are!" Lavender assured her. "We went up to her office to see her, we took her some daffodils, not the honking ones that Sprout's got, nice ones."
"How is she?" asked Harry.
"Not very good, poor thing." said Lavender sympathetically. "She was crying and saying she'd rather leave the castle for ever than stay here where Umbridge is, and I don't blame her, Umbridge was horrible to her, wasn't she?"
"It is not just Trelawney who Umbridge has been horrible too." Y/n reminded her.
"I've got a feeling Umbridge has only just started being horrible." said Hermione darkly.
"Impossible." said Ron, who was tucking into a large plate of eggs and bacon. "She can't get any worse than she's been already."
"You mark my words, she's going to want revenge on Dumbledore for appointing a new teacher without consulting her." said Hermione, closing the newspaper. "Especially another part-human. You saw the look on her face when she saw Firenze."
The happiness felt in the aftermath of The Quibbler interview had long since evaporated. As a dull March blurred into a squally April, Harry's life seemed to have become one long series of worries and problems again.
Harry's new divination teacher had given him a warning message to pass onto Hagrid. However Umbridge had continued attending all Care of Magical Creatures lessons, so it had been very difficult to deliver Firenze's warning to Hagrid. At last, Harry had managed it by pretending he'd lost his copy of Fantastic Beasts and Where to Find Them, and doubling back after class one day. When he'd repeated Firenze's words, Hagrid gazed at him for a moment through his puffy, blackened eyes, apparently taken aback. Then he seemed to pull himself together.
