v2 Chapter 947： Failed performance

The diviners always like to predict the end of the world as their last prophecy, but until now, the end has never come.

This kind of signboard does not damage the name of the prophet. Because the prophecy was verified, it was mostly hundreds of years or thousands of years later. Instead, people talked about it and thanked the prophecy for not fulfilling it.

If you like, you can find a book in this area, almost every year is the end of the world...

Just like the ominous and the signs of death, everywhere, everywhere, if you believe in the words, you first scare yourself crazy.

"Yes, Cassandra Trelawney is my mysterious grandmother." Professor Trelawney said, put his head higher.

"But I think that if I am wrong, you can correct it. Well, after Cassandra, are you the first person in your family to have a second vision?" Umbridge said, on the board. Write down a few strokes.

"These things are often passed down from generation to generation," said Professor Trelawney.

"Of course, of course!" Umbridge remembered a few more pens, and the sly mouth smiled even more. She said with care, "This is a very precious gift. In this case, I wonder if you can predict me. What is it, eh?"

She raised her head inquiringly, still smiling.

Professor Trelawney was so tight that he couldn't believe his ears.

"I don't understand what you mean," she said, shudderingly grabbing the shawl around her thin neck.

"I hope that you can make a prophecy for me." Umbridge said clearly.

This is undoubtedly a challenge and will soon be verified to be fulfilled.

This is the matter of signboards. No diviner will do this stupid thing.

Every prophecy, every divination, every sentence is fulfilled, that is not divination, probably only the ancient prophet can do it.

Now, everyone in the classroom is staring at Professor Trelawney.

I saw her straighten her body, and the beads and bracelets were jingle.

"The sky is not going to be watched!" she said in an angry voice.

"Understood." Umbridge said softly, seemingly disappointed, and wrote a few more on her writing board.

"I, I, but, wait, wait!" Professor Trelawney suddenly said that she tried to speak in the usual ethereal voice, but because of the tremor of the whole body, it destroyed the mysterious effect of that sound. "I, I think I did see something, it’s about you, ah, I feel something, some kind of black thing, some kind of extremely dangerous..."

Professor Trelawney pointed to Professor Umbridge with his trembling fingers. Professor Umbridge’s face was still so amiable, and the two eyebrows were raised.

"You are afraid of terrible dangers, dangers of life!" Professor Trelawney ended her words dramatically.

A moment of silence, Umbridge's eyebrows are still rising.

"Okay!" she said softly, pulling a few more strokes on the tablet. "If you can only do this at best."

She turned and walked away, leaving the classroom, Professor Trelawney stood still, and her chest undulating.

It was a failed performance, and Umbridge did not believe this.

In Ai Wen's opinion, she might as well say that Umbridge will be a great success. The reforms at Hogwarts have achieved the results they deserve. If they return to Fuji and become ministers of the Ministry of Magic, they may have an effect... ...

Everyone originally sympathized with Professor Trelawney, although she knew that she was an old liar, but compared with her, Umbridge was obviously more abhorrent, but this sympathy quickly disappeared without a trace. The next divination class was a terrible nightmare. Stimulated by Umbridge, Professor Trelawney became a bit hysterical. He kept making all kinds of terrible predictions. In this class, it was mainly Ai Wen. He is a student who has been ruined by death.

In fact, every professor in the school of Umbridge’s teaching assessment is uneasy and upset.

After the divination class, Ai Wen also saw Umbridge on Thursday's herbal class in Sprout, but she only appeared once.

Ai Wen suspects that this is mainly related to the environment in the greenhouse. The plants that need to be studied in the fourth grade this year are the Babo tubers.

These plants are in the more dangerous No. 3 greenhouse. They don't look like plants. They are more like black scorpions and slimy big nose mites. They emerged straight out of the soil, and they all squirmed slightly. There are a lot of shiny big drum kits, which seem to be liquid.

The students collected concentrated water as required and the process of squeezing the tubers was disgusting.

Whenever a bulge is squeezed, a large, viscous, yellow-green liquid is ejected and a pungent smell of gasoline fills the greenhouse.

Umbridge looked at it for a while, asked a few simple questions, and frowned and left!

Hermione also told Ai Wen that Umbridge had inspected the fifth grade transformation class and the magical biology protection class. Hagrid did not return. Professor Grappland on behalf of the class did not pick up any problems. She has been teaching for so many years.

But Umbridge seems to be dissatisfied with Professor Grappland's support for Dumbledore, which is of course.

The only thing to be thankful for is that Malfoy did not say that he was attacked by the eagle-headed horse-winged beast, Buckbeak.

Although he is still dissatisfied with Hagrid, he often gives the eagle-headed horses a winged beast to eat, which is still a good news.

It is also worth mentioning that Umbridge does not seem to check Snape's class.

In Ai Wen's opinion, she probably thought that Snape could fight for it and was communicating with him, but Umbridge would be disappointed soon.

Others don't think so much, Ron directly thinks that the two of them are a shackle and a slap in the face.

Harry said that he had naively thought that he could not hate which teacher in the world was more powerful than Snape, but now he has to admit that Snape has found a strong competitor.

Umbridge’s heart is undoubtedly vicious, she is an evil, perverted, crazy old woman.

Harry’s confinement continued, and Professor McGonagall’s intervention did not work.

She took the black feather pen back again on Tuesday night, but Harry was pleasantly surprised to find that the feather pen had lost its effect...

Then Harry thought, Evan said that she would find a way, maybe he let the feather pen lose its magic. Although this may not be decisive, Umbridge will soon be able to replace one, but at least he will not be subjected to such terrible punishment during this confinement.

Umbridge also quickly discovered this, disappointment and doubts, she did not let Harry, let him repeatedly copy the phrase "I can not lie", wrote three major parchment , always close to zero before let him go back...