Hogwarts Blood Wizard

Chapter 776: Prophecy and Annoyed Umbridge

On Wednesday afternoon, in the divination class, Professor Trelawney was holding a "Guide to Dream Interpretation", which explained three ways of interpreting dreams in a nagging tone.

The students sitting around were drowsy, and even Ivan became a little impatient.

His divination has reached two levels and he hasn't moved again. I don't know if Trelawney's course is too watery, or he really doesn't have the talent in this area.

"Below everyone is divided into two groups. With the help of "Dream Interpretation Guide", explain to each other the scenes that each other has seen in dreams recently..."

Trelawney closed the book and set out today's class tasks. At this moment, a harsh door opened suddenly came over, interrupting Trelawney's words.

Ivan turned his head strangely and looked over, and saw Umbridge emerge from the trapdoor on the floor.

"Good afternoon, Professor Trelawney." Umbridge closed the trap door and looked at Trelawney, with a sweet and greasy smile on his face. "I believe you must have received my notice, right? It says to check the time and date of your class."

Professor Trelawney nodded sullenly, looking very unhappy, and then without looking at her, he continued to guide the students on the specific steps of dream interpretation.

Umbridge didn't care about Trelawney's indifferent attitude. He grabbed the chair closest to her, pulled it aside and sat down, writing and drawing on the clipboard from time to time.

When Trelawney sat down to rest, the Wizard of Umri, who had been silent, suddenly asked.

"How long have you been in this position? Professor Trelawney?"

"Almost sixteen years." Trelawney replied unhappily.

"Sixteen years? Time is not short..." Umbridge said as he wrote a few notes on the clipboard, "So, Principal Dumbledore hired you?"

"Yes!" Professor Trelawney said simply and neatly

Professor Umbridge wrote a few more pens on the clipboard before looking up again. "As far as I know, you are the great-great-granddaughter of the famous prophet Cassandra Trelawney?"

"Yes." Professor Trelawney raised his head and said proudly.

"But I remember that none of the descendants of Kassandra Trelawney had inherited her prophetic talent... and do you think you will be the only exception?" Umbridge looked at him questioningly. Lilawney.

"Because this kind of talent is usually separated from generation to generation, um...I mean it is inherited in three generations." Professor Trelawney's face was a little more unnatural.

The corner of Umbridge's mouth smiled even more, and he slapped the clipboard in his hand and said. "Next, I hope you can make a prediction for me, which will be related to your teacher rating."

Listening to the conversation between the two, the little wizards in the classroom put down their books one after another and looked curiously over there.

Trelawney stared at Umbridge very angrily, and after a while he said angrily. "I can't predict it to you, the Third Eye will not be ordered to watch!"

"Well, I think I probably understand what you mean!" Umbridge shook his head disappointedly, picked up the writing board and was about to leave.

Behind him, Trelawney's gloomy voice suddenly rang.

"If I were you, I would leave this school immediately!"

Umbridge stopped, and turned his head in surprise.

At this time, Trelawney had changed his appearance, leaning down on the chair and twitching slightly. The whole person looked very strange, and he spoke in a low voice.

"I'm on you...feeling darkness...scars and pain...you are going to be unlucky, Umbridge!"

"This is a curse...This is a curse!" Trelawney's eyes widened, her mouth screamed sternly, and the broken high pitch made the little wizards nearby couldn't help covering their ears.

Umbridge was also taken aback, unconsciously stepped back two steps, then his whole face flushed, and shouted angrily. "Trillaney? Did you curse me just now?"

Trelawney's face was very pale, with a look of excessive energy consumption, she gasped, looking at Umbridge with a little more fear in her eyes, but she still said affirmatively. "That's a prophecy... the prophecy you want!"

"Prophecy? But I heard many students mentioned that you like to scare freshmen at the beginning of school, saying that they will die this year, right?" Umbridge stared at Trelawney and asked.

However, Trelawney was stubborn and insisted that this was the future she saw, and the annoyed Umbridge had to throw his sleeves away angrily.

"Oh my God, it's the first time I know Professor Trelawney is so brave!" Ron looked at the angry Umbridge's leaving back, then looked at Trelawney's thin figure, admiring him very much. Said.

These days, Umbridge has reviewed six teaching professors, and Professor Trelawney is the most rigid of all!

"I'm afraid it's not just bravery. Have you forgotten the predictions made by Professor Trelawney a few years ago? Many have been realized, maybe this is also a true prediction!" Hermione said very seriously.

After her observation, although Trelawney in a normal state often said some nonsense, when something abnormal happened, what he said must be true!

"Wouldn't it be better, so Umbridge will soon be out of luck!" Ron said gleefully.

"So far, no Defence Against the Dark Arts professor has been able to stay for a year in peace." Harry also nodded, and for the first time he was thankful for Voldemort's curse.

Ivan did not participate in the discussion of the three. For him, Umbridge was just a small role. If he could not play a role, he would have been kicked out a long time ago.

The only thing Ivan was curious about was whether Trelawney's prediction could be changed.

He has not forgotten that in the prophecy fifteen years ago, it was clearly mentioned that Harry and Voldemort, who were mortal enemies, would only die in the hands of each other.

If he destroyed all the Horcruxes and killed Voldemort in a duel, wouldn't it mean that the prophecy was shattered?

Ivan thought about this possibility in his mind, but she didn't hear Hermione's shouting.

The helpless little witch had to stretch out Raifan's sleeve.

"What's the matter? Hermione?" Ivan then recovered and asked.

"I mean, we've wasted more than a month, and we can't wait any longer!" Hermione vowed. "Mysteries and Death Eaters may launch attacks at any time. If the Ministry of Magic is determined not to let us take the Defense Against the Dark Arts class, then we should learn the magic that can protect ourselves!"