Chapter 777 Prophecy and Angry Umbridge

On Wednesday afternoon, in the divination class, Professor Trelawney held a "Dream Interpretation Guide" and spoke in a spirited tone about the three methods of dream interpretation.

The students sitting around felt drowsy after listening to it, and even Ivan became a little impatient.

After his divination reached two levels, he never touched it again. I don't know if Trelawny's course was too weak or if he really didn't have the talent in this area.

"Now everyone will be divided into pairs, and with the help of the "Dream Interpretation Guide", they will explain to each other the scenes they have seen in their dreams recently..."

Trelawney closed the book and assigned today's class assignments. At this moment, a harsh sound of opening the door suddenly came, interrupting Trelawney's words.

Ivan turned his head and looked over strangely, and saw Umbridge getting out of the trap door on the floor.

"Good afternoon, Professor Trelawney." Umbridge closed the trap door and looked at Trelawney with a sweet smile on her face. "I believe you must have received my notice, right? It says check the time and date for your class."

Professor Trelawney nodded with a straight face, looking very unhappy, and then continued to instruct the students on the specific steps of dream interpretation without even looking at her.

Umbridge didn't care at all about Trelawney's cold attitude. She grabbed the chair closest to her, pulled it aside and sat down, writing and drawing on the writing board from time to time.

When Trelawny sat down to rest with a dry mouth, Umbridge, who had been silent, suddenly asked.

"How long have you been in this position, Professor Trelawney?"

"Almost sixteen years." Trelawney replied unhappily.

"Sixteen years? That's not a short time..." Umbridge said while writing a few words on the writing board, "So, it was Principal Dumbledore who hired you?"

"That's right!" Professor Trelawney said crisply.

Professor Umbridge made a few more notes on the clipboard before looking up again. "According to my understanding, you are the great-great-granddaughter of the famous prophet Cassandra Trelawney?"

"Yes." Professor Trelawney held his head high and said proudly.

"But I remember that none of Cassandra Trelawney's descendants seemed to have inherited her gift of prophecy...and you think you will be the only exception?" Umbridge looked at her questioningly. Lee Lawney.

"Because this kind of talent is usually passed down from one generation to the next, well... I mean three generations apart." Professor Trelawney's face looked a little unnatural.

The smile on Umbridge's lips became even wider, she covered the writing board in her hand with a snap and spoke. "Next, I hope you can make a prediction for me, which will be related to your teacher rating."

Listening to the conversation between the two, the little wizards in the classroom put down their books one after another and looked over there curiously.

Trelawney glared at Umbridge angrily, and after a while he said angrily. "I can't give you a prophecy. The Third Eye will not be ordered to see!"

"Okay, I think I roughly understand what you mean!" Umbridge shook her head in disappointment, picked up the writing board and prepared to leave.

Behind him, Trelawney's gloomy voice suddenly sounded.

"If I were you I would leave this school immediately!"

Umbridge paused in her forward steps and turned her head in surprise.

At this time, Trelawney's appearance had changed. He was lying low on the chair and his body was twitching slightly. He looked very strange and whispered softly in his mouth.

"I... saw darkness in you... scars and pain... You are going to be in trouble, Umbridge!"

"This is a curse... this is a curse!" Trelawney's eyes widened, and he opened his mouth to scream miserably. The high-pitched sound made the little wizards nearby couldn't help but cover their ears.

Umbridge was also startled and took two steps back unconsciously. Then her whole face turned red and she shouted angrily. "Trelawney? Did you just curse me?"

Trelawney's face was very pale, and she looked like she had exhausted too much energy. She was panting heavily, and looked at Umbridge with a little more fear in her eyes, but she still said affirmatively. "That's the prophecy...the prophecy you wanted!"

"Prophecy? But I have heard many students mention that you like to scare the new students at the beginning of school, saying that they will die violently this year, right?" Umbridge stared at Trelawney and asked.

However, Trelawney was stubborn and insisted that this was the future she saw. The annoyed Umbridge had no choice but to throw away her sleeves angrily.

"Oh my God, this is the first time I know Professor Trelawney is so brave!" Ron looked at the angry Umbridge's leaving figure, then looked at Trelawney's thin figure, and was very impressed. said.

Umbridge has reviewed six professors these days, and Professor Trelawney is the toughest of them all!

"I'm afraid it's not just bravery. Have you forgotten the predictions made by Professor Trelawney a few years ago? Many of them have already come true. Maybe this is also a true prediction!" Hermione said very seriously.

After her observation, although Trelawney often talks nonsense in a normal state, when something abnormal occurs, what he says must be true!

"Wouldn't that be better? Umbridge will soon be in bad luck!" Ron said gloatingly.

"So far, no Defense Against the Dark Arts professor has been able to stay safely for a year." Harry also nodded, feeling grateful for Voldemort's curse for the first time.

Ivan did not participate in the discussion between the three. To him, Umbridge was just a small role. If she could not play some role, he would have been kicked out long ago.

The only thing that makes Ivan curious is whether Trelawney's prophecy can be changed.

He had not forgotten that the prophecy fifteen years ago clearly mentioned that Harry and Voldemort, as mortal enemies, would only die at each other's hands.

If he destroyed all the Horcruxes and killed Voldemort in a duel, wouldn't that mean that the prophecy was shattered?

Ivan thought about this possibility in his mind, but did not even hear Hermione's shouts.

The helpless little witch had no choice but to reach out and pull Ivan's sleeve.

"What's wrong? Hermione?" Ivan finally came back to his senses and asked.

"I mean, we have wasted more than a month, and we can't wait any longer!" Hermione vowed. "Mysterious people and Death Eaters may attack at any time. If the Ministry of Magic is determined not to let us take Defense Against the Dark Arts classes, then we should learn the magic that can protect ourselves!"