Chapter 868

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In fact, as Fanling guessed, Harry met Professor Umbridge before he even went to defense against the dark arts class.

In the dark divination class, Harry was taking out his book of dreams for a month when Ron pushed Harry in the ribs with his elbow.

Harry looked around in a daze and found Professor Umbridge at the door of the classroom. The original very happy atmosphere suddenly disappeared and became very quiet.

This sudden change interrupted Professor Trelawney's thoughts. She was murmuring a report on dreams. She looked up and looked around.

"Good afternoon, Professor trawley," Umbridge said with a smile. "I think you must have received my note? When will I be examined? "

Trelawney flashed a little panic, nodded her head in general, and seemed very unhappy about it. She quickly turned her attention away from Professor Umbridge and looked at the report.

Still smiling, Professor Umbridge grabbed the back of the nearest armchair and held it to the front of the classroom, about inches from Trelawney.

Umbridge sat down and took out the paper folder from her fancy bag, looking a little eager for the class to begin.

Professor Trelawney surveyed the class through her exaggerated glasses, while tightening the shawl with her slightly trembling hand.

"Today, we're going to continue our research on dreams rich in prophecy," she tried to calm down, trying to use her usual tone, the mysterious, deep, and slight trill. "Specific segmentation, careful analysis of dreams in recent times, will help us understand the prophecy represented by dreams"

as professor trawley stood up, When she found Professor Umbridge sitting on her right, she immediately turned to Attila and Reid on the left, who were engaged in a heated discussion about Attila's recent dream.

Harry opened his "prophecy of dreams" report, while secretly observing Umbridge's movements. She was concentrating on recording. For a while, she noticed that trayne was walking around the classroom, listening to the students' discussions and answering questions.

Harry quickly lowered his head and pretended to be reading when he noticed Umbridge coming.

"Come on, think of a dream," he said to Ron, "in case that nasty guy comes."

"It was me last time," Ron protested, "this time it's your turn"

"Oh, my God, I don't know." Harry was disappointed to say that he could hardly remember his dreams in recent days. "If I were to say that I had a dream - it was a dream of Snape drowning in my crucible!"

"Well, that's it." Ron laughs and opens the prophecy of his dream. "Well, we should add your age and date of occurrence to your dreams to increase credibility?"

"So, we mean drowning? "Crucible"? Or "snape"

"It doesn't matter. Just choose one." As he spoke, Harry looked back. Professor Umbridge was standing next to Professor trayne, recording the divination teacher asking Neville questions about his dream.

"Did you dream about this again?" Ron is completely immersed in computation.

"I don't know, maybe last night, if you like," Harry answered, trying to get Professor Umbridge to ask Trelawney a question.

At this point, they were only a table away from him and Ron. Professor Umbridge recorded it from time to time, and Professor trawley seemed very bored.

"How long have you been in this position so far," Umbridge said, suddenly looking up? Can you be more precise? "

Trelawney frowned, her arms crossed, her shoulders clasped, as if hoping to make herself safe in the insulting examination. After a brief pause, she decided to answer the question, but did not hide her strong antipathy.

"Almost sixteen years," Professor trawley replied in her own angry tone

"For quite a long time," Professor Umbridge said, keeping notes in her notebook. "Did Dumbledore appoint you?"

"Of course." Professor trawley replied quickly. I had an emergency, and the professor went on to record, "are you the great great great granddaughter of that great prophet Cassandra Delaney?"

"Yes," said Professor Trelawney, raising his head. For the wizard, the glory of ancestors is beyond doubt.

Umbridge then recorded, "there's a problem. If I'm wrong, please correct it. You're the second person in your family to have this ability since Cassandra, aren't you? " Umbridge continued.

"This kind of thing is not very certain, not every generation has this ability, er, almost three generations." Professor trawley replied.

Professor Umbridge said with a smile, "Yeah." She said with a sweet smile, recording something from time to time. "Well, then, can you predict anything for me?"She looked suspicious, but she still asked Professor trawley with a smile.

Professor trawley's body was visibly stiff, as if she didn't believe her ears. "I don't understand what you mean."

As he spoke, he pulled the shawl with trembling hands and wrapped it tightly around his thin neck.

"I mean, I hope you can make a prediction for me." Professor Umbridge said clearly.

Now, not just Harry, Ron watched them carefully and listened to their conversation. By this time, most of the students had noticed that Professor trawley was standing with her chest up, the beads on her wrist jingling.

She said indignantly, "this kind of ability is not common people can see!"

"Of course, I know." Said Professor Umbridge gently, recording. "I - but - but - but - stop!" Professor trawley suddenly said that she tried to make her voice as light and mysterious as usual, but it was all broken by anger.

"I, I think, I can predict something! Something closely related to you, but why do I feel evil, dark, and even some crisis of death? " Professor Trelawney's fingers slightly quivered at Professor Umbridge, while Professor Umbridge still had a gentle smile, but his eyebrows rose a little.

"I'm afraid, I'm afraid, that you are in great danger now." Professor Trelawney finished her prophecy. With a slight pause, Umbridge examined professor trawley.

"Yes," she wrote, still in a gentle manner, scribbled. "Well, see if it's what you said it was!" She turned, and Professor trawley stood still with her chest up.

Harry turned his head and looked into Ron's eyes, knowing that Ron was thinking the same question as himself: they all thought that Professor trawley was an old liar, but on the other hand, they hated Umbridge more than anyone else, so they were still on trayne's side.

It didn't last long, though, until she suddenly picked up the report from them. "Good," she said, thrusting her broken finger into Harry's nose, acting unnaturally, but nimbly. "Let's take a look at your dream report." She explained Harry's dream in the tone she had just said (vaguely, as if talking over cereal, but apparently harboring bad news), and he was a little less sympathetic.

Professor Umbridge was standing not far away, recording. At this time, from above the Silver Ladder came the bell. Defense against the dark arts is ten minutes away. As they walked into the noisy classroom, Professor Umbridge was still smiling.

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