Umbridge's first audit lesson as a senior inquisitor began in divination.

The weather no longer seemed to be ready to give everyone a good face, and dark clouds shrouded this lonely castle among the green mountains and green waters.

The Divination Classroom is on the top floor of the castle, and beyond the old windows that have fallen into disrepair, the vast sky is filled with thin raindrops, gray and dull, which together form the main color of the Divination Building.

Augustus picked up Professor Trelawney's "Guide to Dream Interpretation" with one hand, and the cover was a huge blurry statue, and he flipped through a few pages, the content of which was probably about the symbolism and revelation of various dreams. If you want to divide it in detail, from the origin of dreams, to the psychological hints of dreams to human beings, and the various effects of dreams in the long future, I have to say that this is the case.

Even in another world, the occult was a rather important discipline, and astrology, divination, and the rise and fall of empires always seemed to be in the hands of these so-called warlocks. However, Augustus is really not very interested in this, not to mention whether the mysterious knowledge has any effect, and even if it does, its effect must be very limited. Not only the clouds of war, but even ordinary national policies, people's livelihood and internal affairs, such practices that require real experience and ability to operate, what role can the occult play.

Suddenly interrupted in her thoughts, Lilian, who was sitting next to Augustus, gently touched Augustus. Turning around in surprise, Lilian gestured slightly towards the front row of the classroom.

Looking past the crowd, Professor Umbridge emerged through the trapdoor on the floor, and the students who were talking and laughing fell silent, and Professor Trelawney, who was walking around handing out the Dream Interpretation Guide, heard the voice in the classroom suddenly lower and turned around.

"Good afternoon, Professor Trelawney," Professor Umbridge said with a smile on his face, "I'm sure you've been notified by me?" It says check the time and date of your class. ”

"Tsk, Mr. Augustus, when these two old goblins come together, it's going to be a good show." Malfoy had an excited expression on his face, and a smile appeared in his gray-blue pupils.

Lillian glanced at Malfoy and tapped lightly on the table, "When it comes to business ability, this Professor Trelawney, who has lived in the ivory tower for a long time, probably can't be Umbridge's opponent. Therefore, this good show is estimated to not last long. ”

Augustus touched his chin slightly, and a hint of strangeness appeared in his silver pupils, the first audit class is naturally very important, Umbridge chose a not very tough character Trelawney as a target, on the surface, it seems that it will have a miraculous effect, but in fact, it is a great failure.

Still smiling, Professor Bird Ridge grabbed the back of the armchair closest to her, pulled it to the front of the classroom, and placed it a few inches behind Professor Trelawney's seat. Then she sat down, pulled her clipboard out of her fancy bag, looked up expectantly, and waited for class to begin.

Professor Trelawney tightened the shawl around him with trembling hands, and looked at the class through the large glasses that magnified his eyes many times.

"Today we continue to study foreshadowing dreams," she said bravely in her usual enigmatic tone, but her voice trembled slightly, "Ask the students to work in pairs and explain to each other what they have recently seen in their dreams with the help of the Dream Interpretation Guide." ”

"Well, Mr. Augustus, let's get started." Lilian suddenly became a little inexplicably interested, turned around and looked at Augustus, two dimples appearing on her fair face, and her crimson eyes were full of anticipation.

Augustus had been keeping his eyes on Umbridge and Trelawney, and suddenly heard what Lillian said, and for a moment he didn't react. "Start? What starts. ”

"Of course, it's a dream, and we tell each other about the scenes in our recent dreams." A slight smile appeared on Lilian's lips, and there was a hint of curiosity in her eyes.

Augustus coughed in embarrassment, pretending to be trying to remember. "Well, well, okay, I'll think about it."

Lilian nodded, looking at Augustus quietly.

"Speaking of dreams," Augustus muttered slightly, and continued, "Well, it should have been yesterday, as if I dreamed that I put on the uniform of the Ministry of Magic and became a glorious Auror, and I have been fighting all my life to protect the safety of the citizens of the magical world, although the scene in the dream is a little blurry, but most of it, it is a picture of fighting hard against the evildoers, hey, I have to say, the Auror is indeed a great profession." ”

Lilian pursed her pink lips and looked at Augustus with a blank expression.

"Ahem." Augustus coughed again, "Well, I know, this story is not very funny, but it is what I dreamed of. ”

Lilian sighed earnestly, "Mr. Augustus, I'll build yì, you should stay a little further away from Malfoy in the future, and if you continue like this, you will soon be infected by him with the so-called unreliable law." ”

"Huh? Who's shouting at me! Malfoy leaned over with a sneer, and looked shamelessly at Augustus and Lillian.

Augustus glanced at Malfoy sadly, then sighed as well, "It's nothing, Lillian and I are complimenting you." ”

Malfoy suddenly felt an inexplicable chill, glanced at Neville, who was sweating profusely in a hurry, and turned around in an instant, satisfied.

Umbridge's sweet voice came from the front of the teacher. Augustus blessed a sound source collection.

"So," Umbridge said, looking up at Trelawney, "how long have you been in this position, exactly?" ”

Professor Trelawney glared at her fiercely, crossed his arms and shrugged his shoulders, as if trying to protect himself as much as he could from this crude and rude investigation. She paused slightly, as if to conclude that the question was not so abrupt, and that she had no reason to ignore it, and said in a very angry tone. It's been almost sixteen years. ”

"It's not a short time." Professor Umbridge said as he jotted down a few more strokes on her clipboard.

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

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

"Of course," she said coquettishly, noting a few more strokes, "well, I wonder if you can prophesy something for me, eh?" She looked up inquiringly, still smiling. Professor Trelawney tensed, unable to believe his ears. "I don't understand what you mean." She said, grabbing the shawl around her skinny neck. "I want you to make a prophecy for me." Professor Umbridge said clearly.