Chapter 230: Poor Trelawney

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The entire day of the course was spent in the company of Dolores Umbridge, which made Jon very uncomfortable.
But today is relatively calm.
Professor Sprout and Professor Flitwick are both excellent teachers in their respective fields.
It's hard for Umbridge to get a handle on them...but tomorrow will be a bit interesting, Jon thought while looking at the schedule.
Tomorrow a divination lesson, a dark magic defense lesson.
Just forget about Trelawney, after all, Jon has "predicted" in this respect; but Jon is still very interested in the "interaction" between Mad-eye Moody and Umbridge.
...
On Tuesday morning, in the back row of the dim fortune-telling classroom, Jon had just taken out his copy of "Pull the Mist and See the Future," and Avery stabbed him with an elbow.
Jon looked back and saw the pink toad crawling into the divination classroom.
The students who were still talking and laughing suddenly became silent, and Professor Trelawney's expression could not help changing.
"Good morning, Professor Trelawney!" Umbridge said again in that babbled tone: "I believe you must have received my notice? It says to check the time and date of your class."
Professor Trelawney nodded sullenly, looking a little unhappy...
Umbridge took out his wand and pointed to her pink bag...a chair slowly emerged from the bag, and then Umbridge was pulled to a position less than a foot from the podium.
Umbridge sat down unceremoniously.
Trelawney's hands were trembling slightly, and through the big eyes, she could see that her eyes were full of fear.
"We continue to learn crystal ball fortune-telling!" She continued to say in the mysterious tone that used to be.
However, I have to say that Professor Trelawney's state has become very poor due to the influence of Umbridge... her tone of voice in the past is still very deceptive to some young boys and girls who have not been involved in the world.
But today, because of the distortion of her voice due to fear, she stammered a bit.
...
"Sorry, excuse me!" Halfway through Professor Trelawney's lecture, Umbridge suddenly interrupted her roughly: "How long have you been in this position?"
Professor Trelawney looked very angry because the lecture was interrupted by the pink old bat; she tried not to answer Umbridge’s question, but there was fear in her eyes.
"Ten...Sixteen years..." She stammered.
"Sixteen years, giggle..." Umbridge covered his mouth and smiled; at the same time, he wrote a line on the parchment.
"In other words...Dumbledore hired you?"
"That's right." Professor Trelawney said cleanly.
Umbridge quickly remembered a few more pens.
"Are you the great-great-granddaughter of the famous prophet Cassandra Trelawney?"
"Yes." Professor Trelawney said, raising his head a little higher.
Umbridge put down the notebook and quill in his hand, and began to look at Trelawney intently:
"The next words may be a bit troublesome... but I'm not sure, have you inherited Ms. Cassandra Trelawney's talent for prophecy?"
"When... of course..." Professor Trelawney stammered, "Prophecy is usually passed on from generation to generation...no, two generations...no, three generations!"
"A novel point of view!" Umbridge shook his head, and then wrote a few notes in his notebook.
"Well, I wonder if you can predict something for me?" She raised her head questioningly, still smiling.
"Prophecy..." Professor Trelawney looked a little frightened. She tremblingly stroked her sleeves, she could see that she was extremely nervous.
"I'm sorry..." Umbridge shrugged, "Can't you?"
She picked up the quill again and was about to bow her head.
"No...no...no..." Professor Trelawney said quickly: "I mean...I can!"
She tried again to speak in the usual vain and ethereal voice, but her anger or fear caused her whole body to tremble, destroying the mysterious effect of that voice.
"I saw something black... extremely dangerous... I'm afraid you will encounter terrible danger!" Professor Trelawney briefly summarized her prediction.
It's a pity that Umbridge doesn't eat this set at all.
"Well, if you can only do this at best!"
"You... what do you mean?" Professor Trelawney said with a panicked look.
"Nothing, let's continue class!" Umbridge smiled at her, then sat down again: "Continue class?
...
For the next half-class divination class, the atmosphere in the classroom was very bad.
Professor Trelawney’s mood became very weird, and the performance of the entire class was completely destroyed... It can be said that this is the worst divination class Jon has ever taken (although the previous The same is bad).
Umbridge’s pink toad had been sitting on the little chair, taking notes with goose feathers.
The school bell rang, and she was the first to step down the silver escalator.
The divination teacher, who was trembling all over, also walked down the silver escalator.
Then, the eyes of the whole class were almost focused on Jon.
"Patrick?" Selwyn shouted with a shocked look: "What was your previous prediction?"
Perhaps Professor Trelawney himself doesn't remember the prediction Jon made to him, but the students in the class clearly remember it.
"Falcon... This means that Professor Trelawney will encounter an enemy!"
Is that revealing the situation today.
These Ravenclaw and Slytherin students ~EbookFREE.me~ Except for Astoria, the look they looked at Jon became admired and even a little afraid.
On the other hand, Jon made a facial expression of the basics, and walked out of the fortune-telling classroom calmly.
...
In the transformation class in the afternoon, Jon did not see Professor Umbridge.
However, Professor McGonagall's face was also not pretty during class, and his tone of voice was a bit harsher than usual.
It seems that she has also been harassed by Umbridge.
And the last class in the afternoon is the Defense Against the Dark Arts class given by Professor Alastor Moody.
When the Slytherin and Gryffindor students arrived at Quidditch Stadium, the two teachers were already there.
Looking at the Quidditch stadium turned into a swamp, Umbridge's face was extremely ugly; but when she looked at the ugly face of Mad-Eye Moody, she couldn't help showing a bit of fear.