Harry Potter’s Book of Sin Chapter 347: Trilawney and the Prophecy of Sin

() "Quickly, think of a dream!" He said to Ron, "Professor Trelawney is here!"

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

"Huh? But... you know, my dreams are always vague after I learned Occlumency... Didn't I tell you?" Harry squeezed his hair hard. "Yeah. ...What dream...can you give me some hints?"

"The subject word... or Snape?" Ron spread his hand.

"No, this one has been used too many times...ah...that...that's right!" Harry suddenly lit up, "Umbridge! Yes, I dreamed that Umbridge was stuffed in. How about drowning in the fully automatic gold-plating crucible?"

"Hahahaha...you mean the one I gave to Maca?" Ron clutched his stomach and trembled with a smile. "This is good! Detailed enough... and Professor Trelawney must like it!"

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

While Ron was flipping through the book, trying to interpret such a ridiculous dream based on keywords and Harry's age, Harry looked up at the front.

Trilawney is standing next to Neville, checking his dream diary. Umbridge also followed, guarding behind Trelawney, and the quill kept recording something on her writing board.

It can be seen that Trelawney has an unnatural look on her face, and her speech has become stiff.

"By the way, what night did you ‘dream’ about this dream?" Ron asked without raising his head while deducing according to the formula in the "Dream Interpretation Guide".

"Huh? Any day...just last night, last night just fine!"

Harry didn't care about the dream he made up. He just wanted to listen to the conversation between Umbridge and Trelawney.

The two of them are separated by a table now, Umbridge just wrote something on the clipboard, and Trelawney seemed very annoyed.

"...Then," Umbridge asked in a crisp girly voice, leaning against Trelawney, "Just to be precise...How long have you been in Hogwarts?"

Trilawney is obviously quite uncomfortable with Umbridge, a tender-looking old woman. She crosses her arms in front of her chest, hugs herself tightly, shrinks her neck, towers her shoulders, and even uses a The victim's eyes stared at her hard.

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

After thinking a little bit in my heart, Trelawney seemed to think the problem was harmless. As a teacher, it is not uncommon for her to answer such questions. On the contrary, it may be beneficial.

So, she plucked up the courage, but still said in a stern and stern voice: "Almost... sixteen years!"

"That's...time isn't too short." The sweetness of the smile on Umbridge's thick foundation face rose again. "So then... Principal Dumbledore hired you?"

"Yes!" Trelawney nodded affirmatively.

"Really..." Umbridge wrote a few more pens.

"By the way, I saw that there are data records that you are the great-great-granddaughter of the well-known prophet——Cassandra Trelawney?"

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

"Oh, is this..."

Umbridge recorded it again, then raised his head again, but his eyes became somewhat meaningful.

"The prophet...? Hmm...So, after Cassandra, you are the only one in the Trelawney family who has that...'second vision'?"

"Strictly speaking, it is like this..." Trelawney raised her head and said, "This kind of blood is usually awakened after generations...well...or generations..."

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

"Oh, of course..." She said greasyly, and memorized a few more words, "Since it takes several generations to wake up one... Then, I don’t know if you can help me Make a prediction, huh?"

Umbridge's smile remained unchanged, but he moved closer, and Trelawney's whole body was suddenly tense with the sweet smell of panicking perfume.

"Prophecy? Ah...yes, no...no," Trelawney grabbed the corner of her shawl, "what did you just say?"

"The prophecy, you heard it right... it's a prophecy!" Umbridge pressed forward step by step, "It's just a prophecy. Don't you have a'second vision'? Use it to see Me, it's simple, isn't it?"

"But..." Trelawney held her shawl tightly, her lips trembled.

"Yes, yes..." Umbridge looked at her deeply, the curvature of the corners of his mouth and eyes further increased at the same time, "The blood of the Prophet is getting less and less! Don't worry, I will use your prediction This quill pen wrote it down "well"! Not even a word is bad?"

Probably because the stimulation from Maca is too great, Umbridge urgently needs to find a sense of accomplishment elsewhere, and Professor Trelawney, who seems the best to deal with, seems to be her subordinate A victim.

The eyes of the classroom were all focused on Trelawney, watching her trembling, not knowing whether it was angry or nervous, the bracelet on her hand was shaken by her.

"My'eyes' will not be opened by orders! The interpretation of the future is about nature!" She held back for a while, but only squeezed out these two words abruptly.

"Is that so?" Umbridge shrugged indifferently, and then remembered to the clipboard.

"No, wait! Don't...this..." Trelawney became more panicked when she saw the quill moving again, "I...um...I, I, I, see ...I saw it! It's about...Ah, black! Black is covering you...Danger! Extremely dangerous!"

She seemed to be trying to find the usual vain tone, but her unstoppable trembling destroyed the ethereal and mystery, and she became more and more funny.

"...um, ah...that is...tomb!"

Trilawney took a deep breath and jabbed her finger in front of Umbridge’s nose, but Umbridge’s smile did not even change at all. She just looked at Trelawney for a moment. .

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

"...I'm afraid...you will encounter a life crisis!" Trelawney took a step back and ended her prediction.

Next, there was an embarrassing silence.

"...Really?" Umbridge raised his eyebrows, and scribbled the last few strokes on the tablet, muttering in a voice that Trelawney could just hear. "That's it. Did... last time I went to St. Mungo for an inspection, there were a few patients who were much better than these..."

"How do I feel that Professor Trelawney, who is usually so annoying, is a bit pitiful now..."

Ron fumbled a few times in his pocket, took out a handful of chubby candies, picked one into his mouth, and crunched it.

"Really?" Harry tilted his head. "Well, that's also... it's pitiful."

While talking, he picked one from Ron's hand and threw it in his mouth.

"Is this the end of the scene? I don't think I have watched enough yet..."

At this moment, Umbridge suddenly turned around, passed Harry, and walked to the back of the classroom. The deeply shocked Professor Trelawney covered her mouth, subconsciously chased for two steps, and finally stopped blankly.

It was these two steps that made her happen to stand beside Harry.

"Huh? Where did you get this chocolate candy...This..." Harry just chewed, suddenly his eyes stared, "Ha—"

A white smoke suddenly emerged from his mouth, covering Trelawney's entire face.

"Oh! Cough cough cough..." Harry coughed, and a clear blush appeared on his face. He said with difficulty, "Ron...cough cough...what are you eating?"

"Huh? It's just Honey Duke's...Oh!" Ron looked down and found that there were a few black ones mixed in the candy, "This is a trial work by Fred and George..."

"Whhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh?

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

Ron just wanted to explain, but he stopped immediately and stretched out his hand and pointed behind Harry.

"Behind! Look at the back!"

"Why...cough, what's the matter?"

Harry looked back and was taken aback.

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

Her unkempt long light brown hair drifted openly without wind, her whole face was covered by those hair like octopus tentacles, and she looked very weird.

"Ho...Ho ho...Ticket..."

A hoarse and low voice from somewhere deep in the throat~IndoMTL.com~ with her body trembling irregularly. The thick round-frame glasses at the bottom of the crucible also fell to the ground, making a "click" sound.

Harry has also seen Trelawney’s true prophetic gesture, but it is far from being as exaggerated as this time-will her hair float on its own? Is she still human?

Umbridge, who had just walked to the end of the classroom, also heard the low and weird sound. She turned around abruptly and looked at Trelawney's appearance, but the disdain in her eyes was even worse.

"Professor Trelawney, do I have any signs of death again?" She was still smiling, but there was no smile in her eyes, "...well, yes, it's black, right? Look, I think my Prophet’s bloodline is also awakened!"

"Kak...Kakka...huh...Kakka..."

Trilawney's voice suddenly became extremely old, and the predictions that should have been vague became unusually clear.

"The evil is...resurrecting, silently...the one...ends!"