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The whole day of classes was spent in the company of Dolores Umbridge, which made Jon very uncomfortable.

However, today was relatively calm.

Professor Sprout and Professor Flitwick are excellent teachers in their respective fields.

Umbridge will have a hard time getting his hands on them...... But tomorrow will be a little interesting, Jon thought as he looked at the class schedule.

Tomorrow there will be a divination class and a Defence Against the Dark Arts class.

Trelawney is gone, after all, Jon has "predicted" this aspect, but Jon is still very interested in the "interaction" between Mad Eye Moody and Umbridge.

......

On Tuesday morning, in the last row of seats in the dimly lit Divination classroom, Jon had just pulled out his copy of "Cutting Through the Fog and Looking into the Future" when Avery poked him in the elbow.

Jon looked back and saw the pink toad crawling into the divination classroom.

The students who were still talking and laughing suddenly fell silent, and Professor Trelawney's face couldn't help but change.

"Good morning, Professor Trelawney!" Umbridge said in the same sinister tone, "I'm sure you've been notified by me?" ”

Professor Trelawney nodded with a straight face, looking a little unhappy......

Umbridge pulled out her wand and pointed to her pink pouch...... A chair slowly popped out of the pouch and was pulled by Umbridge to less than a foot from the podium.

Umbridge sat down unceremoniously.

Trelawney's hands trembled slightly, and through those large eyes, she could see that her eyes were full of fear.

"Let's continue to learn crystal ball divination!" she continued, in the same mysterious tone she had used to make.

However, it has to be said that due to Umbridge's influence, Professor Trelawney's condition has become very poor...... In the past, her tone was still very deceptive to some little boys and girls who were not deeply involved in the world.

But today, because of the distortion of her voice due to fear, she stammered a little.

......

"Sorry to excuse me!" Umbridge interrupted Professor Trelawney in the middle of her lecture when she suddenly and rudely interrupted her, "How long have you been in this position?"

Professor Trelawney looked annoyed, interrupted by the old pink bat, and tried not to answer Umbridge's question, but there was fear in her eyes.

"Ten...... Sixteen years......" she stammered a little.

"Sixteen years, giggle......" Umbridge smiled, covering her mouth and jotting down a line of parchment.

That is to say...... Did Dumbledore hire you?"

"That's right. Professor Trelawney said crisply.

Umbridge hurriedly made a few more notes.

"You are the great-great-granddaughter of the famous prophet Kassandra Trelawney?"

"Yes. Professor Trelawney said, holding her head a little higher.

Umbridge put down the notebook and quill in his hand, and began to look intently at Trelawney:

"The next words can be a bit troublesome...... But I'm not sure, have you inherited Lady Kassandra Trelawney's gift of prophecy?"

"When...... Of course......" Professor Trelawney stammered a little, "the gift of prophecy is usually intergenerational...... No, every two generations...... No, it's inherited every three generations!"

"Novel point of view!" Umbridge shook his head, then jotted down a few more notes in his notebook.

"Well, I wonder if you can prophesy something for me?" She looked up inquiringly, still smiling.

"Prophecy ......" Professor Trelawney looked terrified, shuddering and stroking her sleeve, visibly nervous.

"I'm sorry......" Umbridge shrugged, "Can't you?"

She picked up the quill again, ready to bow her head.

"No...... No...... No, ......," Professor Trelawney said quickly, "I mean...... I can!"

She tried to speak in her usual ethereal voice, but her whole body trembled with anger or fear, destroying the mysterious effect of that sound.

"I saw something black...... Extremely dangerous ...... I'm afraid you're in terrible danger!" Professor Trelawney briefly summarized her prophecy.

It's a pity that Umbridge doesn't eat this set at all.

"Well, if that's all you can do!"

"You...... What do you mean?" said Professor Trelawney, looking alarmed.

"It's nothing, let's go on with the lesson!" Umbridge smiled at her and sat down again, "Let's go ahead with the lesson?"

......

For the next half of the divination class, the atmosphere in the classroom was very bad.

Professor Trelawney's mood became very eccentric, and the whole class was ruined...... It's arguably the worst divination lesson Jon has ever taken (though the previous ones were just as bad).

Umbridge's pink toad sat in the little chair and kept taking notes with goose feathers.

The bell rang for the end of class, and she was the first to descend the silver escalator.

The divination teacher, who was trembling all over, also walked down the silver escalator.

Then, the eyes of the class were almost all focused on Jon.

"Patrick?" Selwyn shouted in shock, "Your prophecy earlier?"

Professor Trelawney himself may not quite remember the prophecy Jon had given him, but the students in the class clearly remembered it very well.

"Falcon...... That means Professor Trelawney will encounter an enemy!"

Is that revealing today's situation?

The Ravenclaw and Slytherin students, with the exception of Astoria, looked at Jon with admiration and even fear.

Jon made a grimace and walked out of the divination classroom unhurriedly.

......

In the afternoon Transfiguration class, Jon didn't see Professor Umbridge.

However, Professor McGonagall's face was also not very good-looking in class, and her tone was a little harsher than usual.

It looks like she's been harassed by Umbridge at one time or another.

And the last class of the afternoon was Professor Alastor Moody's Defence Against the Dark Arts class.

By the time the Slytherin and Gryffindor students arrived at the Quidditch pitch, the two teachers were already there.

Umbridge's face was extremely ugly when she looked at the Quidditch pitch that had turned into a swamp, but when she looked at the ugly face of Mad-Eye Moody, she couldn't help but show a little fear.