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In fact, as Van Lin had guessed, Harry hadn't even been in Defence Against the Dark Arts class before he met Professor Umbridge.

In the gloomy divination class, Harry was pulling out his notebook of a month's dreams when Ron nudged Harry's ribs with his elbow.

Harry looked around a little dazed, only to see Professor Umbridge in the doorway of the classroom. The atmosphere that had been very pleasant disappeared without a trace, and it became very quiet.

The sudden change interrupted Professor Trawney's train of thought, and she was muttering a report on the dream as she looked up.

"Good afternoon, Professor Trauny," said Ambrecht, smiling, "I suppose you must have received my note, and when will you be examined by me?"

Trawney flashed a hint of panic and nodded in understanding, looking unhappy about it, quickly turning her attention away from Professor Umbridge and then looking at the report.

Professor Umbridge remained smiling, grabbed the back of the nearest armchair and brought it to the front of the classroom, about a few inches from Professor Trawney.

Umbridge sat down, pulled out the folder with papers from her coloured bag, and looked a little eagerly awaiting the start of the lesson.

Professor Trauney surveyed the class through her somewhat exaggerated glasses, pulling the shawl tight with her slightly trembling hand.

"Today, we will continue our study of dreams rich in prophecy", she tried to calm down, trying to use her usual tone, a mysterious, low, and slightly slight trill, "a specific breakdown, a careful analysis of the dream of recent time, which will help to appreciate the prophecy that the dream represents"

When Professor Trauney stood up and found Professor Umbridge sitting to her right, she immediately turned to Attila and Reed to her left, who were engaged in a lively discussion about Attila's recent dreams.

Harry opened his Dream Prophecy report and secretly observed Umbridge's movements, and she was engrossed in taking notes, when she noticed Trawney walking around the classroom, listening to the students' discussions and answering some questions.

Noticing Umbridge approaching, Harry hurriedly lowered his head and pretended to be reading.

"Hurry up, think of a dream," he said to Ron, "in case that nasty creature comes." ”

"It was me last time," Ron protested, "it's your turn this time"

"Oh my God, I don't know. Harry was disappointed that he could barely remember the dreams he had in the last few days. "If I had a dream about it—it was a dream of Snape drowning in my cauldron!"

"Okay, let's do it. Ron smiled and opened the prophecy of his dream. "Okay, we should add your age and the date of the occurrence to your dream to add credibility?"

"So, do we mean 'drowned,' 'crucible,' or 'Snape'?"

"It doesn't matter, just pick one. Harry said as he looked back at Professor Umbridge standing next to Professor Trauny, recording some of the questions the soothsayer had asked Neville about his dreams.

"Are you dreaming about this again?" Ron was completely immersed in the calculations.

"I don't know, maybe it was last night, if you like," Harry replied as he tried to listen to Professor Umbridge's question of Professor Trawney.

At this point, they were only a table away from him and Ron. Professor Umbridge took notes from time to time, and Professor Trauney looked very bored.

"So far," Umbridge asked Professor Trauney with a sudden look up, "how long have you been in this position?

Trauney frowned, crossed her arms and clasped her shoulders, as if hoping that doing so would give her a sense of security in the examination that had made her feel insulted, and after a slight pause, she decided to answer the question anyway, but did not hide her strong disgust.

Professor Trauney replied in her characteristic angry tone, "Almost sixteen years. ”

"For quite some time," Professor Umbridge said, taking notes in her notebook, "was it Dumbledore who appointed you?"

"Of course. Professor Trawney replied quickly. I had the urgent professor then take notes, "You are the great-great-great-great-granddaughter of the great prophet Kassandra Trauny?"

"Yes," Professor Trawney said, holding his head up. For wizards, the glory of their ancestors is unquestionable.

Umbridge then recorded, "There's a problem, if I'm wrong, please correct it." You're the second person in your family to have this ability since Kassandra, right?" Umbridge continued.

"This kind of thing is not very certain, not every generation has this ability, uh, uh, almost 3 generations. Professor Trauney replied.

Professor Umbridge smiled, "yes. She said with a sweet smile, recording something from time to time. "Very well, then, can you prophesy anything for me?"

She looked a little skeptical, but asked Professor Trauney with a smile.

Professor Trauny's body stiffened visibly, as if he didn't believe his ears, "I don't understand what you mean. ”

As he spoke, he tugged at the shawl with a trembling hand and wrapped it tightly around his thin neck.

"I mean, I hope you can give me a prophecy. Professor Umbridge said clearly.

At this time, it was not just Harry, Ron watched them carefully and listened carefully to their conversation. By this time, most of the students had already noticed, and at this time, Professor Trawney was standing with his chest upright, and the chain beads on his wrist were jingling.

She said indignantly: "This kind of ability is not something that ordinary people can see!"

"Of course, I know. Professor Umbridge said softly, taking notes. "I ——, but,—— but ,—— stop!!" Professor Trauni said suddenly, trying to make her tone as soft and slightly mysterious as usual, but it was all broken by anger.

"I, I think, I do know something, something that is intimately related to you, but why, do I feel something evil, dark, and even some danger of death?" Professor Trawney's fingers quivered slightly at Professor Ambrigi, and Professor Umbridge still smiled gently, only with a slightly raised eyebrow.

"I'm afraid, I'm afraid, that you're in extreme danger right now. Professor Troney finished her prophecy. After a slight pause, Umbridge looked at Professor Trawney.

"Okay," she scribbled, still gentle. "Very well, let's see if it's what I told you!" she turned, and Professor Trauney was still standing in place.

Harry turned his head and looked Ron in the eye, knowing that Ron was thinking the same thing as he was at this point: they both thought Professor Trawney was an old liar, but on the other hand, they were more disgusted with Umbridge, so they were still on Trawney's side.

It didn't last long, however, until she suddenly picked up the report from them, "Good," she said, poking her broken finger into Harry's nose, acting a little erratically, but with agility. "Let's take a look at the report of your dream. She reconciled Harry's dreams in the same language she had just said (a little slurred, as if she was talking over cereal, but it was clearly a sign of bad news), and he was a little less sympathetic to her.

Professor Umbridge was standing not far away, taking notes. At this moment, the bell rang from above the silver ladder. Ten minutes left until Defence Against the Dark Arts lesson. When they walked into the noisy classroom, Professor Umbridge was still smiling.