Chapter 857 Examining the Divination Class

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In fact, just as Fanlin guessed, Harry met Professor Umbridge before he even started the Defense Against the Dark Arts class.

During the dark Divination class, when Harry was taking out his notebook that recorded a month's worth of dreams, Ron nudged Harry in the ribs with his elbow.

Harry looked around blankly, only to find Professor Umbridge appearing at the door of the classroom. The originally pleasant atmosphere suddenly disappeared without a trace and became very quiet.

This sudden change interrupted Professor Trauni's train of thought. She was murmuringly reading the report about the dream she had handed in. She raised her head and looked around.

"Good afternoon, Professor Trauni," Umbridge said with a smile, "I think you must have received my note, right? When will you accept my examination?"

Trauni flashed a flash of panic, nodded with general understanding, and seemed unhappy about this. She quickly moved her attention away from Professor Umbridge, and then looked at the report.

Professor Umbridge, still smiling, grabbed the back of the nearest armchair and brought the chair to the front of the classroom, only a few inches away from Professor Trauni.

Umbridge sat down and took out the folder with papers from her colorful bag, looking a little eager to start class.

Professor Trauni surveyed the class through her somewhat exaggerated spectacles, tightening her shawl with her slightly trembling hands.

"Today, we will continue the study of prophetic dreams." She tried to calm down and said in her usual tone, which was mysterious, low, and slightly vibrato, "Specific breakdown, Careful analysis of recent dreams will help you understand the prophecies represented by dreams."

When Professor Trauni stood up, she found Professor Umbridge sitting on her right. She immediately turned around and walked towards Attila and Reed on her left, who were having a heated discussion about Attila's recent dream. discussion.

While Harry opened his "Dream Prophecy" report, he secretly observed Umbridge's activities. She was concentrating on taking notes. After a while, she noticed Trauni walking around in the classroom. Listen to the students' discussions and answer some questions.

When he noticed Umbridge approaching, Harry lowered his head quickly and pretended to read a book.

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

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

"Oh, God, I don't know," Harry said disappointedly, barely remembering the dreams he'd had in the past few days. "If I were to talk about my dream - it was that Snape drowned in my cauldron!"

"Okay, let's do it." Ron smiled and opened the prophecy of his dream. "Okay, should we add your age and the date it happened to your dream to make it more believable?"

"So, do we mean 'drown'? 'Crucible'? Or 'Snape'?"

"It doesn't matter, just pick one." Harry said while looking back to see Professor Umbridge standing next to Professor Troney, recording the Divination teacher asking Neville some questions about his dream.

"Did you dream about this again?" Ron was completely immersed in calculations.

"I don't know, maybe last night, if you like," Harry replied, trying to listen to Professor Umbridge's question to Professor Troony.

At this time, they were only a table away from him and Ron. Professor Umbridge was taking notes from time to time, while Professor Trauni looked very bored.

"So far," Umbridge suddenly looked up and asked Professor Troney, "how long have you been in this position? Can you be precise?"

Trauni frowned, crossed her arms, and hugged her shoulders, as if she hoped that doing so would make her feel safe during the inspection that made her feel insulted. After a slight pause, she decided to answer the question, but did not hide it. My own strong dislike.

Professor Trauni responded in her characteristic angry tone, "Almost sixteen years."

"For quite some time," Professor Umbridge said, making notes in her notebook, "Dumbledore appointed you?"

"Of course." Professor Trauni answered quickly. I have something urgent. The professor continued to take notes, "Are you the great-great-granddaughter of the great prophet Cassandra Trauni?"

"Yes," Professor Trauni said, raising her head. For wizards, there is no doubt about the glory of their ancestors.

Umbridge then recorded, "One question, please correct me if I'm wrong. You are the second person in your family to have this ability since Cassandra, correct?" Umri Qi continued to ask.

"This kind of thing is not very certain. Not every generation has this ability, uh, uh, more or less." Professor Trauni replied.

Professor Umbridge smiled, "That's right." She said with a sweet smile, recording something from time to time. "Very well, then, can you predict anything for me?"

She looked a little skeptical, but still smiled and asked Professor Trauni.

Professor Trauni's body visibly stiffened, 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.

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

At this time, not only Harry, but also Ron watched them carefully and listened to their conversation carefully. At this time, most of the students had noticed that Professor Trauni was standing with her chest raised and the beads on her wrist jingling.

She said angrily, "This kind of ability is not something ordinary people can see!"

"Of course, I know." Professor Umbridge said gently, recording. "I -, but, - but, - stop!!!" Professor Trauni suddenly said, she tried to make her tone as light and slightly mysterious as usual, but all this was broken by anger .

"I, I think, I can indeed predict something! Something closely related to you, but why do I feel something evil, dark, and even a crisis of death?" Professor Trauni A slightly trembling finger pointed at Professor Umbridge, while Professor Umbridge still smiled gently, but her eyebrows were slightly raised.

"I'm afraid, I'm afraid, you are in extreme danger now." Professor Trauni finished her prediction. After a slight pause, Umbridge looked at Professor Troney.

"Okay," she scribbled while still maintaining a gentle attitude. "Very good, let's see if it's what I said to you!" She turned around, and Professor Trauni was still standing there with her chest raised.

Harry turned his head and looked into Ron's eyes, knowing that Ron was thinking about the same problem as him: they both thought Professor Trauni was an old liar, but on the other hand, they hated the black man even more. Mrich, so they are still on Trauni's side.

However, this situation did not last long, until she suddenly picked up the report from them, "Very good", she said, and suddenly poked Harry's nose with her broken finger, her behavior was a little abnormal, but very agile. "Let's take a look at your dream report." She explained Harry's dream in her previous tone (a little vague, as if she was talking while drinking cereal, but it clearly foreshadowed bad news), He felt a little less sympathetic to her.

Professor Umbridge was standing not far away, recording. At this time, the bell rang from above the silver ladder. Defense against the Dark Arts class is in ten minutes. When they entered the noisy classroom, Professor Umbridge was still smiling. (To be continued)