"Quick, think of a dream!" He said to Ron, "Professor Trelawney is coming this way!" ”

"I said that last time," Ron protested, "it's your turn this time, isn't it?" ”

"Huh? But...... You know, after I learned Occlumency, my dreams were always vague...... Didn't I tell you? Harry tugged at his hair, "Hmm...... What kind of dream...... Can you give us a hint? ”

"Subject words...... Or Snape? Ron spread his hands.

"No, I've used this too many times...... Yes...... That one...... That's right! Harry's eyes lit up, "Umbridge! Yes, I dreamed that Umbridge was stuffed into a fully automatic gilded crucible and drowned, how about it? ”

"Hahahaha...... You mean the one I gave to Maca? Ron clutched his stomach and trembled with laughter, "This is good! Detailed enough...... And Professor Trelawney is sure to love it! ”

As he spoke, he opened the "Dream Interpretation Guide" in front of him.

As Ron flipped through the book, trying to decipher such a ridiculous dream by the key words and numbers like Harry's age, Harry looked up at the front.

Trelawney was standing beside Neville, examining his dream diary. Umbridge followed, standing behind Trelawney, quill on her clipboard.

It can be seen that Trelawney's face is full of unnatural expressions, and even her words have become stiff.

"By the way, what night did you 'have' this dream?" Ron asked without looking up, following the formula in the Dream Interpretation Guide.

"Huh? Any day...... Just last night, just last night! ”

Harry didn't care about his dreams at all, he just wanted to hear Umbridge and Trelawney's conversation now.

The two men were now separated from them by a table, and Umbridge had just jotted something on the clipboard, and Trelawney seemed annoyed.

“…… "Well," Umbridge asked, leaning over Trelawney and in a crisp, girlish voice, "exactly...... How long have you been at Hogwarts? ”

Trelawney was clearly uncomfortable with Umbridge, an old woman who pretended to be tender, her arms staggered across her chest, her arms tightly clasped around her, her neck hunched, her shoulders high, and even her desperate glare at her with the eyes of a victim.

Looking at her like that, it seems that she feels extremely insecure now.

After a moment's mental thought, Trelawney seemed to think that the question was harmless. As a teacher, it is not too much for her to answer such questions, but it may still be advantageous.

So, she plucked up her courage, but she still said with some inwardness: "Almost...... Sixteen years! ”

"That's right...... Time is not short. The sweetness of Umbridge's smile rose again on his thick foundationed face, "So ...... Did Headmaster Dumbledore hire you? ”

"That's right!" Trelawney nodded affirmatively.

"yes......" Umbridge wrote again.

"By the way, I see that you are the great-great-granddaughter of the famous prophet, Cassandra Trelawney?"

"That's it!" At the mention of her family background, Trelawney not only puffed up her chest, but also raised her head higher.

"Oh, is that so......"

Umbridge recorded again, then looked up again, only to look a little meaningful.

"The Prophet...... Is it? Well...... So, since Cassandra, you're the only one in the Trelawney family who has ...... 'second vision'? ”

"Strictly speaking, that's ......," said Trelawney, holding his head high, "and it's usually a generational ...... Not...... Or the ...... that wakes up several generations after each other."

When Umbridge heard this, the corners of her mouth widened.

"Oh, of course...... "she said sweetly, jot down a few more words, "since it will take 'generations apart' to wake up one...... So, I wonder if you can make a prophecy for me, huh? ”

Umbridge smiled unchanged, but she moved closer, and the sweet smell of perfume made Trelawney's whole body tense all at once.

"Prophecy? Yes...... Yes and no...... No," Trelawney grabbed the corner of her shawl, "what did you just say?" ”

"You heard the prophecy right...... It's a prophecy! Umbridge pressed step by step, "It's just a prophecy, don't you have a 'second sight'?" Use it to come and see me, it's easy, isn't it? ”

"But......" Trelawney clutched her shawl, her lips trembling.

"Yes, yes......" Umbridge looked at her deeply, the corners of his mouth and eyes increasing at the same time, "the Prophet's bloodline is getting less and less!" Rest assured, I will write down your prophecy 'well' with this quill pen! Not a word is bad? ”

Presumably because of the sheer stimulation at Maca, Umbridge desperately needed to regain her sense of accomplishment elsewhere, and Professor Trelawney, who seemed to be the best to deal with, seemed to be her first casualty.

The eyes of the classroom were focused on Trelawney, watching her tremble, I don't know if I was angry or nervous, and the bracelet on my hand was so shaken by her that she stopped.

"My 'Heavenly Eye' will not be ordered to be opened! Interpreting the future is about nature! She held back for a while, but she just squeezed out these two sentences.

"Is that so?" Umbridge shrugged his shoulders nonchalantly, then jotted it down on the clipboard again.

"No, wait! Other...... This ......" Trelawney was a little more panicked when she saw the quill moving again, "I ...... Well...... I, I, I, see...... See! It's about...... Ah, black! Black is hanging over you...... Dangerous! Extreme danger! ”

She seemed to be trying to regain her usual ethereal tone, but the uncontrollable trembling of her whole body destroyed the ethereal and mysterious, and became more and more funny.

“…… Hmm, ah...... Is that...... Grave! ”

Trelawney took a deep breath and stabbed Umbridge in front of the nose, but Umbridge's smile didn't change even a bit, she just looked at Trelawney for a long time.

That feeling...... Yes, it's like seeing the kind of pity in the eyes of a fool.

“…… Fear...... You're going to have a life crisis! Trelawney took a step back with a sigh of relief, ending her prophecy.

Then came an awkward silence.

“…… Is it? Umbridge raised an eyebrow, scribbling the last strokes on the clipboard, muttering in a voice that Trelawney could just hear, "Is that all...... The last time I went to St. Mungo, there were a few patients who were much better than these few times......"

"Why do I think Professor Trelawney, who is usually so annoying, is a little pitiful now......"

Ron fumbled around his pocket, pulled out a handful of round candies, picked one and stuffed it into his mouth, crunching and chewing it.

"Really?" Harry tilted his head and said, "Well, yes...... Blame the pitiful. ”

As he spoke, he picked one out of Ron's hand and threw it into his mouth.

"Is this the end of the show? I don't think I've seen enough......"

Just then, Umbridge suddenly turned around, passed Harry, and walked towards the back of the classroom. Professor Trelawney, who was deeply shocked, covered his mouth and subconsciously chased two steps, but finally stopped in a daze.

It was these two steps that made her happen to be on Harry's side.

"Huh? Where did you get this chocolate candy...... This ......" Harry had just chewed a few times before his eyes suddenly widened, "Ha-"

A puff of white smoke erupted from his mouth, enveloping Trelawney's entire face.

"Oh! Ahem...... Harry coughed, a palpable flush on his face, and he said with difficulty, "Ron...... Ahem...... What is that thing you're eating? ”

"Huh? Just Duke Honey's ...... Ah! Ron looked down and saw that there were still a few black ones mixed in the candy, "This is Fred and George's prototype......"

"What...... cough cough cough ...... What the? Harry coughed and asked, "Prototype?" Yes...... Ahem, what does it do? ”

"I heard that Maca is also ...... Uh......"

Ron was about to explain, but stopped and pointed behind Harry with his hand.

"Back! Look at the back! ”

"How...... Ahem, what's wrong? ”

Harry looked back and was startled.

At this moment, right at Harry's desk, Trelawney somehow hung her head.

Her long, unkempt pale brown hair fluttered out of the wind and air, and her whole face was hidden by the strands of hair like the tentacles of an octopus, which looked very strange.

"Ho...... Ho ho ...... ...... Titicaca"

A hoarse and muffled voice that came from somewhere deep in her throat, trembling irregularly with her body. The round-rimmed glasses with the thick bottom of the crucible also fell to the ground with a "snap" sound.

Harry had seen Trelawney's true prophetic gesture too, but it wasn't far less exaggerated than this time - would her hair float on its own? Is she still human?

Umbridge, who had just reached the end of the room, heard the low, strange noise, and she turned sharply to look at Trelawney, but the disdain in her eyes was even greater.

"Professor Trelawney, am I dying again?" She still had a smile on her face, but there was no smile in her eyes, "...... Well, by the way, it's black, right? You see, I think my prophetic bloodline has awakened! ”

"Click...... Titicaca ...... Hum...... ...... Titicaca"

Trelawney's voice suddenly grew old, and the prophecy that should have been vague became unusually clear.

"Sin is ...... Recovery, silently...... He who...... End! ”