Chapter 347 Trelawney and the Evil Prophecy

( ) "Quick, come up with a dream!" he said to Ron, "Professor Trelawney is coming this way!"

"I said it last time," protested Ron, "it's your turn now, isn't it?"

"Eh? But...you know, after I learned Occlumency, my dreams are always blurry...Didn't I tell you?" Harry tugged at his hair, "Um... what What about the dream...can you give me some hints?"

"Is it the key word... or Snape?" Ron spread his hands and said.

"No, I've used this one too many times... ah...that...that's right!" Harry's eyes suddenly lit up, "Umbridge! Yes, I dreamed that Umbridge was stuffed into a fully automatic Drowned in a gilded cauldron, how?"

"Hahahaha...you mean the one I gave Maca?" Ron clutched his stomach, trembling with laughter, "this is good! It's detailed enough...and Professor Trelawney must like it!"

As he spoke, he opened the "Guide to Interpreting Dreams" in front of him.

When Ron was flipping through the book, trying to decipher such an absurd dream according to key words and numbers like Harry's age, Harry looked up.

Trelawney was standing beside Neville, checking his dream journal. And Umbridge also followed, standing behind Trelawney, the quill kept recording something on her clipboard.

It could be seen that Trelawney's face was full of unnatural expressions, and even her speech became stiff.

"By the way, which night did you 'dream' this dream?" Ron asked without raising his head while deducing it according to the formula in "Dream Interpretation Guide".

"Huh? Any day will do... Just last night, last night will be fine!"

Harry didn't care about his made-up dream at all, he just wanted to hear Umbridge and Trelawney's conversation now.

The two were just a table away from them now, Umbridge had just jotted something on the clipboard, and Trelawney seemed very annoyed.

"...so," Umbridge asked in a crisp girlish voice, leaning closer to Trelawney, "to be more precise... how long have you been at Hogwarts?"

Trelawney was obviously quite uncomfortable with Umbridge, an old woman who pretended to be tender. She crossed her arms across her chest, hugged herself tightly, shrunk her neck, raised her shoulders, and even used a kind of victim His eyes stared at her hard.

look at her like that,

It seems that I feel extremely insecure now.

After a little thought, Trelawney seemed to think the question was harmless. As a teacher, there is nothing wrong with her answering such questions, but perhaps it is beneficial.

So, she plucked up her courage, but still said sternly: "Almost...sixteen years!"

"That's... not too short a time." On Umbridge's face with thick foundation, the sweetness of the smile rose again, "So...Principal Dumbledore hired you?"

"That's right!" Trelawney nodded affirmatively.

"Yeah..." Umbridge wrote a few more strokes.

"By the way, I saw that there are records. You are the great-great-granddaughter of that famous prophet, Cassandra Trelawney?"

"That's it!" When mentioning her family background, Trelawney not only puffed up her chest, but also raised her head even higher.

"Oh, is that so..."

Umbridge recorded it again, and then raised his head again, but his eyes became a little more meaningful.

"Prophet...? Hmm... So, since Cassandra, you are the only one in the Trelawney family who has that kind of... 'second vision'?"

"Strictly speaking, it's like this..." Trelawney said with her head held high. "This kind of bloodline usually wakes up every other generation...well...or after several generations..."

The corners of her mouth widened when Umbridge heard that.

"Oh, of course..." she said sweetly, and jotted down a few more words, "Since it takes 'a few generations' to wake up...then, I wonder if you can make a prophecy for me What, huh?"

Umbridge's smile didn't change, but he moved closer, and the sweet smell of perfume made Trelawney tense up.

"Prophecy? Ah... yes, no... no," Trelawney grabbed the corner of the shawl, "what did you just say?"

"Prophecy, you heard right...it's a prophecy!" Umbridge pressed on step by step. "It's just a prophecy. Don't you have a 'second vision'? Use it to see me. Simple, isn't it?"

"But..." Trelawney clutched the shawl tightly, her lips trembling.

"Yes, yes..." Umbridge looked at her deeply, and the arcs of the corners of his mouth and eyes further increased at the same time, "The blood of the prophet is getting less and less! Don't worry, I will use this feather for your prophecy I wrote it down 'well'! You can't miss a single word?"

Probably because the stimulation from Maca was too great, Umbridge urgently needed to find a sense of accomplishment elsewhere, and Professor Trelawney, who seemed to be the best to deal with, seemed to be her first victim .

All eyes in the classroom were focused on Trelawney, watching her trembling all over. She didn't know whether it was anger or nervousness, and the bracelet on her hand was trembling.

"My 'Third Eye' will not be opened by order! Interpreting the future is about doing it naturally!" She held back for a long time, but only forcefully squeezed out these two sentences.

"Is that so?" Umbridge shrugged indifferently, and then wrote it down on the clipboard.

"No, wait! Don't... this..." Trelawney saw the quill moving again, and she panicked even more, "I... um... me, me, see... see It's here! It's about... oh, black! Black is looming over you... Danger! Extreme danger!"

She seemed to be trying to regain her usual illusory tone, but the unstoppable trembling all over her body destroyed the ethereal and mysterious, making her look even more ridiculous.

"...um, ah...that's...the tomb!"

Trelawney took a deep breath, and suddenly poked Umbridge's nose with her finger, but Umbridge's smile didn't change at all, she just looked at Trelawney leisurely.

That feeling... yes, it's like seeing the pitiful eyes of a fool.

"...I'm afraid...you will encounter a life-threatening crisis!" Trelawney took a breath and took a step back, ending her prophecy.

Then, there was an embarrassing silence.

"...Really?" Umbridge raised his eyebrows, scratched the last few strokes on the clipboard, and muttered in a voice that Trelawney could just hear, "Is that so... When I went to St. Mungo's for an examination last time, there were a few patients who were much stronger than these..."

"Why do I feel that Professor Trelawney, who is usually so annoying, is a little pitiful now..."

Ron fumbled in his pocket a few times, took out a handful of round candies, picked one and stuffed it into his mouth, crunching and chewing.

"Really?" Harry tilted his head and said, "Well, yes...it's pathetic."

As he spoke, he randomly picked one from Ron's hand and threw it into his mouth.

"Is this the end of this scene? I always feel that I haven't seen enough..."

At this moment, Umbridge suddenly turned around, passed Harry, and walked towards the back of the classroom. Professor Trelawney, who was deeply shocked, covered her mouth, subconsciously chased after two steps, and finally stopped in a daze.

It was these two steps that made her stand by Harry's side.

"Huh? Where did you get this chocolate candy... This..." Harry had just chewed a few times, and suddenly his eyes widened, "Ha——"

A puff of white smoke burst out from his mouth, covering Trelawney's entire face.

"Oh! Cough cough cough..." Harry coughed a while, with a clear blush on his face, he said with difficulty, "Ron...cough cough...what did you eat?"

"Huh? It's just Honeydukes's... oops!" Ron looked down and found that there were some black candies mixed in. "This is Fred and George's trial product..."

"What... cough cough cough... what?" Harry asked while coughing, "Test work? There... cough cough, what's the use?"

"I heard Maca is also...uh..."

Ron was about to explain, but stopped immediately, and kept pointing behind Harry.

"Back! Look behind!"

"Why...cough, what's the matter?"

Looking back, Harry was startled.

At this moment, right next to Harry's desk, Trelawney bowed her head for no reason.

Her disheveled light brown long hair fluttered freely without wind, and her entire face was covered by those hairs like octopus tentacles, which looked extremely weird.

"Ho... ho ho... clack..."

A hoarse and low voice came from somewhere deep in her throat, accompanied by irregular tremors in her body. The pair of round-rimmed glasses with a thick bottom of the cauldron also fell to the ground, making a "click" sound.

If Harry had seen Trelawney's true prophetic gesture, it was far less exaggerated than this time—would her hair float up by itself? Is she still human?

Umbridge, who had just walked to the end of the classroom, also heard that low and strange sound. She turned around abruptly and looked at Trelawney with even more disdain in her eyes.

"Professor Trelawney, do I have any signs of death again?" She still had a smile on her face, but there was no smile in her eyes, "...Well, yes, it's black, right? Look , I feel that my prophetic blood has also awakened!"

"Crack...crack...huh...crack..."

Trelawney's voice suddenly became very old, and the prophecy, which should have been vague, became extremely clear.

"Evil is... revived, and the silent... ends...!"