"Quick, think of a dream!" he said to Ron, "Professor Trelawney is coming this way!"
"I was the one who said it last time," Ron protested. "It's your turn this time, isn't it?"
"Eh? But... you know, after I learned Occlumency, my dreams were always vague... Didn't I tell you?" Harry pulled his hair hard, "Hmm... what kind of dream... Can you give me some tips?”
"Keyword... or Snape?" Ron spread his hands and asked.
"No, I've used this too many times... ah... that... right!" Harry's eyes suddenly lit up, "Umbridge! Yes, I dreamed that Umbridge was stuffed into a fully automatic gold-plated crucible How about drowning?"
"Hahahaha... you mean the one I gave to Maka?" Ron held his stomach and laughed so hard that his whole body trembled, "This is great! It's detailed enough... and Professor Trelawney will definitely like it!"
As he spoke, he opened the "Dream Interpretation Guide" in front of him.
While Ron was flipping through the book, trying to interpret such a ridiculous dream based on key words and numbers such as Harry's age, Harry looked up and looked ahead.
Trelawney was standing next to Neville, checking his dream journal. Umbridge also followed, standing behind Trelawney, her quill recording something on her writing board.
It could be seen that Trelawney had an unnatural look on her face, and even her words became stiff.
"By the way, what night did you 'dream' this dream?" Ron asked without looking up while deducing according to the formula in the "Dream Interpretation Guide".
"Huh? Any day will do... Just last night, last night is fine!"
Harry didn't care at all about the dream he made up. He just wanted to listen to the conversation between Umbridge and Trelawney.
The two men were just a table away from them, Umbridge had just written something on the clipboard, and Trelawney seemed very annoyed.
"...So," Umbridge leaned next to Trelawney and asked in a girly voice, "To be precise...how long have you been serving at Hogwarts?"
Trelawney was obviously quite uncomfortable with Umbridge, an old woman who pretended to be young. She crossed her arms in front of her chest, hugged herself tightly, shrunk her neck, raised her shoulders, and even used a victim-like expression. He stared hard at her.
Looking at her like that, it seemed like she felt extremely insecure right now.
After thinking about it for a moment, Trelawney seemed to think the question was harmless. As a teacher, it is not unreasonable for her to answer such questions, but it may actually be beneficial.
So, she plucked up the courage, but still looked a bit sullen and said: "Almost... sixteen years!"
"Then... the time is not short." The sweetness of the smile on Umbridge's face with thick foundation rose again, "So... Principal Dumbledore hired you?"
"That's right!" Trelawney nodded affirmatively.
"Yeah..." Umbridge wrote a few words again.
"By the way, I saw records that you are the great-great-granddaughter of Cassandra Trelawney, the famous prophet?"
"That's it!" When she mentioned her family background, Trelawney not only puffed up her chest, but also raised her head higher.
"Oh, is that so..."
Umbridge recorded it again, and then raised her head again, but her eyes became somewhat meaningful.
"Seer...? Hmm... So, after Cassandra, you are the only person in the Trelawney family who has that... 'second sight'?"
"Strictly speaking, it's like this..." Trelawny raised her head and said, "This kind of bloodline usually wakes up after a generation... um... or several generations..."
When Umbridge heard this, her grin widened.
"Oh, of course..." she said sweetly, and wrote down a few more words, "Since it takes 'several generations' to wake up one... Then, I wonder if you can make a prophecy for me. Well?"
Umbridge's smile didn't change, but she leaned closer. The scent of perfume was so sweet that it made Trelawney tense up.
"Prophecy? Ah... yes, no... no," Trelawney grabbed a corner of her shawl, "What did you just say?"
"Prophecy, you heard it right... it's a prophecy!" Umbridge pressed forward, "It's just a prophecy. Don't you have 'second sight'? Use it to see me, it's very simple , isn’t it?”
"But..." Trelawney clutched her shawl tightly, her lips trembling.
"Yes, yes..." Umbridge looked at her deeply, and the curvature of the corners of her mouth and eyes further increased at the same time, "The prophet blood is getting less and less! Don't worry, I will use this quill for your predictions Write it down 'well'! You won't miss a single word?"
Probably because the stimulation she received from Maka was too great, Umbridge urgently needed to find a sense of accomplishment elsewhere, and Professor Trelawney, who seemed to be the easiest to deal with, seemed to be her first victim. .
All the eyes in the classroom were focused on Trelawney. She was trembling all over. It was unclear whether she was angry or nervous. The bracelet on her hand was shaking loudly.
"My 'Third Eye' will not be opened under orders! The key to interpreting the future is to do it naturally!" She held it in for a while, but just squeezed out these two sentences.
"Is that so?" Umbridge shrugged indifferently, and then started writing on the clipboard again.
"No, wait! Don't... this..." Trelawney saw the quill moving again, and she felt even more panicked, "I... um... I, I, I, I saw... I saw it! It's about... Ah, black! Black is covering you... Danger! Extreme danger!"
She seemed to be trying to regain her usual ethereal tone, but the unstoppable trembling all over her body destroyed that ethereal and mysterious tone, making her look even more comical.
"... Well, ah... that's... a tomb!"
Trelawney took a deep breath and poked Umbridge's nose with a finger, but Umbridge's smile didn't change at all. She just looked at Trelawney leisurely.
That feeling... yes, it was like seeing a look of pity like a fool.
"... I'm afraid... you will encounter a life crisis!" Trelawney took a step back while holding her breath, ending her prophecy.
Then there was an awkward silence.
"...Really?" Umbridge raised her eyebrows, casually scratched out the last few strokes on the writing board, and muttered in a voice that Trelawney could just hear, "Is that it... Last time? When I went to St. Mungo's for examinations, there were several patients who were much better than these... "
"Why do I feel that Professor Trelawney, who is usually so annoying, is a little pitiful now..."
Ron fumbled around in his pocket a few times, took out a handful of round candies, picked one, stuffed it into his mouth, and chewed it.
"Really?" Harry tilted his head and said, "Yeah, that's right... It's so pitiful."
As he spoke, he randomly picked one from Ron's hand and threw it into his mouth.
"Is this the end of the show? I still feel like I haven't seen enough..."
At this moment, Umbridge suddenly turned around, passed Harry, and walked toward the back of the classroom. Professor Trelawney, who was deeply shocked, covered her mouth and subconsciously took two steps after him, but finally stopped blankly.
It was these two steps that made her happen to be standing next to Harry.
"Huh? Where did you get this chocolate candy... This..." Harry had just chewed a few times when his eyes suddenly widened, "Ha-"
A puff of white smoke suddenly emerged from his mouth, covering Trelawney's entire face.
"Oh! Ahem..." Harry coughed and a clear blush appeared on his face. He said with difficulty, "Ron... ahem... what was that you were eating?"
"Huh? It's just from Honeydukes... Oops!" Ron lowered his head and saw that there were a few black ones mixed in the handful of candies, "This is Fred and George's trial work..."
"Wha... ahem... what?" Harry asked while coughing, "A trial work? It has... ahem, what does it do?"
"I heard that Maka also... uh..."
Ron was about to explain, but he immediately stopped and pointed behind Harry.
"Behind! Look behind!"
"What... ahem, what's wrong?"
Harry looked back and was startled.
At this moment, right next to Harry's desk, Trelawney lowered her head for some reason.
Her long, disheveled light brown hair floated freely without wind, and her entire face was covered by hair that looked like octopus tentacles, making her look extremely weird.
"Hoo...ho ho...kaka..."
A hoarse, low sound coming from somewhere deep in her throat, accompanied by the erratic vibrations of her body. The pair of round-rimmed glasses with thick crucible bottoms also fell to the ground with a "clack" sound.
To say that Harry has also seen Trelawney's true prophetic posture, it is far less exaggerated than this time - will her hair float on its own? Is she still human
Umbridge, who had just reached the end of the classroom, also heard the low and strange sound. She turned around suddenly and looked at Trelawney, with even more disdain in her eyes.
"Professor Trelawney, do I have any signs of death again?" She was still smiling, but there was no smile in her eyes. "...Well, by the way, it's black, right? Look, I think my prophet bloodline has also awakened!"
"Click... click... hum... click..."
Trelawney's voice suddenly became extremely old, and the prophecy that should have been vague became extremely clear.
"Evil is... reviving, silently... ending!"