Harry Potter and the Old Ones

"Hmph, it's useless, talking nonsense, let's go, and look elsewhere." After thinking about everything, Umbridge snorted coldly, and immediately led people out of the abandoned bathroom——

Obviously, after Dolores Umbridge used her cunning brain to connect the clues provided by Tiera with the information she already knew, she finally came to the conclusion Tiera wanted.

At the same time, as a consideration for eating alone, Dolores Umbridge did not want others to know, or even wanted others to continue to investigate this matter, so as not to share the benefits that he might obtain in the future.

So Umbridge pretended to be furious and complained, as if it was a complete waste of time this time.

The Master of Unraveling the Curse, Barro Caton, and Auror Cito Phelps both smiled and said, saying that they fully understood—

But they didn't believe a word of Umbridge's words in their hearts—

After all, after working together for so many years, they know better than anyone what kind of dog Umbridge is.

There may not be any big secrets in this abandoned women's bathroom, and many of Lores Umbridge's expressions are really just pure despair, but it doesn't rule out that Dolores Umbridge has something to think about. hide them.

When they were leaving the abandoned girls' bathroom, the three of them were thinking about how to use their connections and resources to open this secret room——

And only Percy Weasley, who seems to have done something heinous, has been sincerely apologizing to Umbridge for wasting everyone's time along the way—

It's like a humble social animal who just entered the unit and didn't do a good job because of a little thing.

After Umbridge and his party came out of the abandoned bathroom, Myrtle floating in the bathroom looked confused for a while, like waking up from a big dream, and the confused eyes gradually returned to focus——

"Huh?" Myrtle scratched her head, "Why do I keep floating here?"

After speaking, Myrtle tilted her head and plunged her head into the toilet.

......

Professor McGonagall's Transfiguration class was followed by Professor Trelawney's Divination class in the afternoon.

In the dark afternoon divination classroom, just as the students were about to pull out their dream diaries, Professor Umbridge got out of the trapdoor on the floor.

The students who were talking and laughing fell silent for a while. Professor Trelawney, who was walking around distributing the "Guide to Dream Interpretation", heard the voice in the classroom suddenly drop and turned around.

"Good afternoon, Professor Trelawney," said Professor Umbridge in a disgusting shrill voice, again with a smile on his face, "I'm sure you must have been notified by me, It says check the time and date of your class."

Professor Trelawney nodded stiffly, looking very unhappy, turned her back to Professor Umbridge, and continued to hand out textbooks.

Professor Umbridge, still smiling, grabbed the back of the armchair closest to her and pulled it to the front of the room, just inches behind Professor Trelawney's seat, Then he sat down, took out the clipboard from his fancy bag, raised his head expectantly, like a toad that wants to eat swan meat, waiting for the class to start.

Professor Trelawney tightened his shawl with his slightly trembling hands, and looked at the class through those large glasses that magnified his eyes many times.

"Today we continue our study of prophetic dreams," Professor Trelawney said bravely in her usual enigmatic tone, under Dolores Umbridge's vicious gaze, though her voice trembled slightly. , "Please divide the students into two groups, and with the help of the "Dream Interpretation Guide", explain to each other what the other party has seen in their dreams recently."

After speaking, Professor Trelawney was about to quickly walk back to his seat when he suddenly saw Professor Umbridge sitting beside it, and immediately turned left and walked towards Parvati and Lavender, who were already there. Concentrating on discussing a recent dream that Parvati had.

Umbridge had already started to jot down something on the clipboard.

After about a few minutes, she suddenly stood up and began to follow Trelawney around the classroom, listening to Trelawney's conversation with her classmates, and asking a question or two from time to time.

"So—" Umbridge said, looking up at Trelawney after following Trelawney a few divination tables, "how long have you been at this post, exactly?"

Professor Trelawney glared at her, folded his arms, and shrugged his shoulders, as if trying to protect himself from this rude investigation.

She paused slightly, as if to conclude that the question was not so abrupt, she had no reason to ignore it, and said in a very sullen tone: "Almost sixteen years."

"That's a long time." Professor Umbridge said and wrote a few more notes on her clipboard. "So Professor Dumbledore hired you?"

"That's right." Professor Trelawney said neatly.

Professor Umbridge made a few cross-marks.

"You are the great-great-granddaughter of the famous prophet Cassandra Trelawney?" Umbridge asked again.

"Yes," said Professor Trelawney, holding his head a little higher.

I made a few more notes on the writing board.

"But I think—you can correct me if I'm wrong, you're the first person in your family to have a second vision since Cassandra?"

"These things are often passed on—well...three generations," explained Professor Trelawney.

Professor Umbridge's toady mouth laughed even more.

"Of course." She said tenderly, taking a few more notes, "Well, I wonder if you can predict something for me, eh?"

She raised her head inquiringly, still smiling. Professor Trelawney tensed, as if he couldn't believe his ears.

"I don't understand what you mean," Trelawney said, grabbing tremblingly at the shawl around her thin neck.

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

Most of the classmates in the classroom stared blankly at Professor Trelawney, and saw her straightening her body, those beads and bracelets clinking non-stop—

At this moment, almost everyone recalled the prophecy at the funeral at the end of last year's school year——

"Six, our lovely professor of divination, Professor Trelawney, she is a true prophet, but next semester she will be brutally persecuted by pink toads, please help her."

"Tianmu won't be ordered to watch!" Professor Trelawney said in an indignant tone.

"Understood." Professor Umbridge said softly, making a few more notes on her clipboard.

"I—but—but—wait!" said Professor Trelawney suddenly, trying to speak in her usual ethereal voice, but shivering with rage, destroying the mystical effect of that voice , "I...I think I did see something...about you—"

As soon as Professor Trelawney's words started ~www.NovelMTL.com~, she was suddenly stunned.

……

When Umbridge asked Trelawney to make a prediction, Tiera, sitting in the headmaster's office at Hogwarts, took a sip of lamb and pea soup, then smiled.

Tiera's divine dimension extends downward, shrouding Trelawney's spiritual dimension.

……

Professor Trelawney just stood there, dumbfounded in the middle of the classroom.

The pupils of both eyes dilated little by little, and his eyes drifted towards the empty distance.

"Ahem?" Umbridge stretched out his hand and waved it in front of Professor Trelawney, "Fake it!"

Umbridge said fiercely, and after speaking, he was ready to write something in the notebook.

But at this time, Trelawney's eyes suddenly moved, staring at Umbridge--

"Hehehe..." Tiera, who was sitting on the roof of the eighth floor of Hogwarts, smiled.

at the same time--

"Hehehe..." Professor Trelawney, who was standing in the center of the divination classroom, also made the same sound.

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