Chapter 947 Failed Performance

Fortune tellers always like to predict the end of the world as their last prophecy, but until now, the end has never come.

This kind of smashing of signs will not damage the reputation of the prophet, because when the prophecy is verified, most of them have been hundreds or thousands of years later.

If you want, you can find books on this topic, almost every year is the end of the world

Just like ominous signs and omens of death, they are everywhere and can be seen everywhere. If you believe it, you will scare yourself crazy first.

"Yes, Cassandra Trelawney was my great-grandmother," said Professor Trelawney, holding her head higher.

"But I think you can correct me if I'm wrong, um, you're the first person in your family to have second sight since Cassandra?" said Umbridge, writing on the clipboard again. Jot down a few notes.

"These things are often inherited at intervals, three generations," Professor Trelawney said.

"Of course, of course!" Umbridge jotted down a few more notes, and the toad's mouth smiled even wider, and she said delicately, "This is a very precious talent. If this is the case, I wonder if you can help me. Predict something, eh?"

She raised her head questioningly, still smiling.

Professor Trelawney tensed up all over, as if she couldn't believe her ears.

"I don't understand you," she said, clutching tremblingly at the shawl around her thin neck.

"I wish you could make a prophecy for me," Umbridge said clearly.

This is undoubtedly a challenge, and it will soon be verified whether it is fulfilled.

This is the thing to smash the signboard, no fortune teller would do such a stupid thing.

Every prophecy, every divination, and every word is fulfilled, then it is not divination, and probably only the ancient prophets can do it.

Now, everyone in the classroom stared blankly at Professor Trelawney.

She straightened her body upright, and the beads and bracelets jingled non-stop.

"The Celestial Eye will not be ordered to look!" She said in an indignant tone.

"Got it," Umbridge said softly, seeming disappointed, and made a few more notes on her clipboard.

"I, I, but, but, wait a minute!" said Professor Trelawney suddenly, trying to speak in her usual disembodied voice, but a trembling of rage destroyed the mysterious effect of that voice, "I, I think I did see something, about you, ah, I felt something, something black, something extremely dangerous"

Professor Trelawney pointed at Professor Umbridge with a trembling finger, and Professor Umbridge still had that amiable smile on his face, with two eyebrows raised.

"You are in dire danger, life-threatening danger!" Professor Trelawney ended her words dramatically.

There was a silence, Umbridge's eyebrows still raised.

"Okay!" She said softly, and drew a few more strokes on the writing board, "If you can only do this at best."

She turned and walked away, leaving the classroom, and Professor Trelawney stood there, chest heaving violently.

It was a failed performance, and Umbridge didn't believe it at all.

From Ivan's point of view, she might as well say that Umbridge will be a great success, that some results have been achieved in Hogwarts' reforms, and that if he succeeds Fudge as the Minister of Magic after returning home, it may be effective.

Everyone sympathized with Professor Trelawney at first. Although they all knew that she was an old liar, compared with her, Umbridge was obviously more hateful, but this trace of sympathy quickly disappeared without a trace. The ensuing divination class was a terrible nightmare. Stimulated by Umbridge, Professor Trelawney became a little hysterical. He kept making all kinds of terrible predictions. In this class, Ivan was the main one. He is the student enveloped by death.

In fact, Umbridge's teaching evaluation made every professor in the school uneasy and panicked.

After the divination class, Ivan also met Umbridge in the herbal class taught by Sprout on Thursday, but she only appeared once.

Aiwen suspects that this is mainly related to the environment in the greenhouse. The plant that the fourth grade needs to learn this year is Babo tuber.

These plants are in the more dangerous Greenhouse No. 3. They don't look like plants, but more like black, slimy slugs, straight out of the soil, and each of them is slightly wriggling, and their bodies are still there. There were many large, shiny bumps that seemed to be filled with liquid.

The students were required to collect the thick water, and the process of squeezing the tubers was disgusting.

Whenever a bulge is squeezed, a large stream of viscous, yellow-green liquid will be sprayed out, and a pungent gasoline smell will permeate the greenhouse.

Umbridge looked at it for a while, asked a few simple questions, and left with a frown!

Hermione also told Ivan that Umbridge checked the fifth grade Transfiguration and Magical Creature Protection classes, Hagrid didn't come back, and the substitute Professor Graplan couldn't find any problems. She has been teaching for so many years.

But Umbridge seemed displeased with Professor Graplan's support for Dumbledore, and rightly so.

The only good thing is that Malfoy didn't say that he was attacked by the hippogriff Buckbeak.

Although he was still dissatisfied with Hagrid, he often sent food to the hippogriffs, which was kind of repaying him.

It's also worth mentioning that Umbridge doesn't seem to be checking Snape's class.

From Ivan's point of view, she probably thinks that Snape can be won and is communicating with him, but Umbridge will be disappointed immediately.

Others wouldn't think so much, and Ron directly thought that the two of them were of the same breed and working together.

And Harry said that he had naively thought that he could not hate any teacher in the world more than Snape, but now he had to admit that Snape had found a strong competitor.

Umbridge's heart is undoubtedly malevolent, she is a wicked, perverted, crazy old woman.

Harry's confinement continues, and Professor McGonagall intervenes to no avail.

She took out the black quill again on Tuesday night, but Harry was pleasantly surprised to find it was useless

Then Harry thought that Ivan said she would find a way, maybe he made the quill lose its magic power. While this might not be decisive, and Umbridge could replace one soon, at least he will not be subject to such a terrible punishment during his confinement.

Umbridge also quickly discovered this. Disappointed and puzzled, she did not let Harry go, and asked him to copy the sentence "I must not lie" repeatedly, writing three parchments , let him go back until it was close to zero

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