Divination is second only to the history of magic and can make people sleepy. The dim light, the roaring fireplace, and a bunch of bulging small cushions.

Presumably because Professor Trauney always prophesied Harry's death in class, Draco had a high opinion of Professor Trelawney at first, but her language was not accurate once, and he lost interest.

"In my final year, I swore I wouldn't go to the Advancement class. Even if I got an A in the OWL. Draco said, taking a seat next to Phoenix.

"yes, that's the end of a year's worth of work," Phoenix muttered. The first class in the morning is the history of magic, which is very user-friendly and allows students to get a good night's sleep. The history of magic and divination classes are a bit torturous on the same day.

"It's been a good day," said Professor Traunney in her usual hazy, sleepy voice, "and welcome back to divination class. Of course, I have been very attentive to your fate throughout the summer, and I am glad to see that you have all returned to Hogwarts safely, and of course, I know you will. ”

"You'll find the book 'Dream Interpretation Guide' on your desk, and dream interpretation is an important way to predict the future, and it is likely to be taken in the ordinary wizard level exam. Of course, I don't think it matters if you pass the exam compared to this ancient and sacred art. If you have the discernment, the certificates and grades are not so important, and of course, the principal wants you to pass the exams, so-"

"My dad was probably not very enthusiastic about whether I could get a certificate in this course. Draco opened the book, "Last night, I dreamed of being chased by a toad, what do you mean?"

"It's possible that you have a crush on some girl. Phoenix said boringly, flipping through the "Dream Interpretation Guide".

"If she looked like a toad, I'd rather — "

"You're a prefect, you don't want to take care of things, at least don't let anyone else be like you. Daphne turned back and whispered warning to Phoenix.

Professor Trelawney spoke again, muffling Phoenix's words back.

"Turn the page, turn to the introduction, and read what Inmagnagall has to say about dream interpretation. Then form teams of two and explain the meaning of each other's dreams as the book says. Start now. ”

The dreams in "Dream Prophecy" are boring, and Professor Trawney's homework is even more boring - to record the dreams you've had this month.

"Maybe we can borrow the story Monty made up. As the bell rang, Draco suggested, "He's taken a divination class too." ”

"Are you sure he's been failing his divination class. ”

When they walked into the Defence Against the Dark Arts classroom, they found Professor Umbridge sitting behind the podium. She wore the same fluffy pink cardigan she had worn the night before, with that black velvet bow on top of her head.

The class was silent when they walked into the classroom, and Professor Umbridge was unknown, and no one knew how strict she was about classroom discipline.

"Good afternoon, students!" She said as the class sat down.

A few classmates muttered "good afternoon" in response.

"Tsk, tsk," said Professor Umbridge, "that's not going to work, is it?" I want you to reply, 'Good afternoon, Professor Umbridge.'" 'Please do it again. Good afternoon, students!"

"Good afternoon, Professor Umbridge. They replied in unison.

"That's right," Professor Umbridge said in a snarling voice, "it's not too difficult, is it?" ”

Many of the classmates exchanged depressed looks. The command to "put away the wand" was never a lesson they found interesting. Phoenix pulled out a quill, ink, and parchment.

Professor Umbridge opened her handbag, pulled out a wand that was surprisingly short, and tapped it on the blackboard, which immediately saw two lines: Defence Against the Dark Arts returns to basics

"Students, your teaching of this class has been intermittent and unsystematic, hasn't it?" Professor Umbridge said, turning to face the class, his hands fingers crossed, straight on his chest, "Teachers are constantly changing, and many of them don't seem to be teaching according to the curriculum standards approved by the Ministry of Magic, which unfortunately makes you nowhere near where you should be in O.w.Ls year.

"But you will be glad to know that these problems are about to be corrected. This year, we're going to be taking a carefully arranged, theoretical-focused, Ministry-approved Defence of Magic course. Please copy these words. ”

She tapped on the blackboard again, and the two lines disappeared in favor of "Lesson Objectives."

l. Understand the basic principles of the Magic Defense Technique.

2. Learn to identify occasions where you can legitimately use Magic Defence.

3. Evaluate the Magical Defence in the context of practical use.

All she could hear in the classroom was the rustle of quill writing on parchment, and after two or three minutes, when each student had transcribed Professor Umbridge's three lesson objectives, she asked, "Does every student have a copy of Wilbert Slinka's Theory of Magical Defence?"

There was a murmur of affirmation in the class.

"I think we're going to do it all over again," Professor Umbridge said, "and when I ask you a question, I want you to answer 'Yes, Professor Umbridge.'" Or, 'No, Professor Umbridge.' 'Again: Does everyone have a copy of Wilbert Slinka's Theory of Magical Defence?'

"Yes, Professor Umbridge. The class replied aloud. Phoenix didn't open his mouth this time, and read the book with a leisurely expression.

"Very well," said Professor Umbridge, "I would like you to turn to page five and read 'Chapter 1, Fundamentals of Introduction.'" Don't talk to each other when you read. ”

Professor Umbridge left the blackboard and sat down in a chair behind the podium, staring at everyone with his two toad-like eyes with droopy eyelids. Phoenix flipped to page five of his Defence Against Magic book and began to wander the world.

Soon, someone broke the quiet reading environment, and Hermione stared at Professor Umbridge with her eyes unblinking, one hand raised in the air.

After a few more minutes, Harry wasn't the only one staring at Hermione. The chapter they were told to read was so boring that more and more of the students were more willing to watch how Hermione quietly caught Professor Umbridge's attention than to gnaw on some "basic principles of introductory".

Later, more than half of the class was staring at Hermione instead of their textbooks, and Professor Umbridge seemed to think she could no longer turn a blind eye to the situation.

"Honey, do you have any questions about the content of this chapter?" She asked Hermione, who seemed to have just noticed her.

"No, not about the content of this chapter. Hermione said.

"Oh, we're reading now," Professor Umbridge said, baring his small, pointed teeth, "and if you have any other questions, we'll talk about it when class is over." ”

"I have a question about your course objectives. Hermione said.

Professor Umbridge raised an eyebrow.

"What's your name?"

"Hermione Granger. Hermione said.

"Well, Miss Granger, I think the course objectives are very clearly written, as long as you read them carefully from beginning to end. Professor Umbridge said in an unwavering tone.

"But I don't think so," Hermione said bluntly, "there's not a word on it that mentioning the use of defensive spells. ”

There was a brief silence, and many students in the class turned their heads to look at the three lesson objectives still written on the blackboard. (To be continued.) )