Raven's Claw at Hogwarts

"What's going on over there?"

Mike said, pointing to the large group of people heading towards.

"Oh, it looks like," Franklin stood on tiptoes and tried his best to look towards the center of the crowd, "it's Ron, he seems to be telling some story again!"

Hearing this, a look of understanding suddenly appeared on Mike's face.

I don’t know when it started. Whenever something interesting happened in Hogwarts, Ron would first go to understand the details of the incident, and then tell the story to others affectionately.

Long-term show and tell has made Ron's storytelling ability stronger and stronger, and it has also allowed him to accumulate a large number of fans.

Nowadays, as long as Ron raises his arms in a public place such as the auditorium or lounge, a large number of passers-by will gather around him in an instant to watch the excitement.

"Let's go take a look."

Looking at Ron who was standing on a long table in the middle of the crowd and talking excitedly, Mike said to Franklin.

"Okay, as long as the outline you give me later can be more detailed."

Mike readily agreed, and when the two of them got closer, they heard Ron dancing and saying:

"...Umbridge made Trelawney her first target of scrutiny, and her arrival obviously made Trelawney very nervous!"

Ron twisted his body, imitating the normal appearance of Trelawney, the divination professor, raising his hands strangely into the air, and the expression on his face became drunkenly:

"Students, we will continue to learn about prophetic dreams today. Please divide into pairs and explain each other's recent dreams with the help of the "Dream Interpretation Guide."

Ron's voice had a mysterious feeling, but it was slightly trembling.

This tremor seemed to come from his bones, and even his hands were trembling.

This subtle and charming performance immediately ushered in a burst of laughter from the crowd, and Ron became even more excited when he saw it.

"Professor Trelawney, I would like to take this opportunity to ask you a few questions."

Ron's expression became extremely arrogant. He held a pen in one hand and drew back and forth in the air with the other hand, as if he was memorizing something.

"So, how long have you been in this position, exactly?"

Ron switched to Trelawney's state again, crossed his arms, stared angrily ahead and said tremblingly:

"Almost sixteen years."

"The time is not short." Ron put on Umbridge's expression again, "So Professor Dumbledore appointed you?"

"That's right!"

"Are you the great-great-granddaughter of the famous prophet Cassandra Trelawney?"

"Yes!"

Trelawney, played by Ron, raised her head higher and pointed her nostrils at the non-existent Umbridge in front of her.

"But I heard that since Cassandra's death, members of your family no longer have this ability to predict." Umbridge, played by Ron, deftly made a confused and sarcastic expression, " In addition, I learned that you are still a mixed-blood, which means that you mastered this ability when the blood of your ancestors was diluted, while your pure-blood ancestors did not master the ability, is that true?"

“These things are often passed down through – well – three generations!”

'Trelawney' danced angrily, but her tone became a little panicked.

"Of course," Ron pretended to write a few notes in the non-existent notebook, and then said with a smile on his face, "Then I wonder if you can predict something for me, huh?"

"I don't understand you!"

"I hope you can make a prophecy for me. Is that clear enough?"

"The Third Eye will not be ordered to see!"

'Trelawney's' tone became extremely indignant.

'Umbridge' raised her eyebrows and said in an extremely frivolous tone while writing something in her notebook:

"Oh, I see!"

"I - but - but... wait a minute!" Trelawney, played by Ron, stretched her neck forward, as if she had secretly glanced at the contents of the 'notebook', and then her whole body was shaking with anger. , could no longer maintain that ethereal and mysterious tone.

In an emergency, he began to roll his eyes vigorously, and moved his hands irregularly and randomly, "I...I think I saw something...about you...Ah, I felt it, something black... Something extremely dangerous..."

Suddenly, Ron's eyes, which had only been turned back to normal, suddenly returned to normal. He reached out and pointed to an uninhabited corner, and shouted as if Umbridge was there right now:

"I'm afraid you are in terrible danger!"

Ron hurriedly ran to the corner he was pointing at before, raised his eyebrows mischievously like Umbridge, and then made a big X in the air with his right hand.

"Well," Ron made a gesture of closing the book, "I'm sorry if that's all you can do."

After saying that, Ron bowed deeply to the crowd. Upon seeing this, the crowd immediately burst into cheers, but Mike found that in the corner of the auditorium, several Slytherin students were leaving the auditorium in whispers.

And the direction they left seemed to be leading to Umbridge's office.

Raising his eyebrows, Mike felt that Ron might be in trouble.

But at this moment, a familiar voice sounded next to Mike and Franklin.

"Mike, Franklin! Why are you here!" Ron asked excitedly, "How was it? How was my performance just now?"

Seeing Ron's happy look, Mike felt that it was not a good thing to tell Ron this news now, so he applauded decisively:

"Awesome, you are simply better than the professional drama actors in Diagon Alley! And your storytelling ability is also very good. Maybe you should engage in related work in the future, such as writing novels like Lockhart! I Dare I say, your achievements will be higher than his!"

"Really!?"

Ron said in surprise. To be honest, Ron actually envied Lockhart. Not only could he live a wealthy life, but he also had a large number of female fans.

But when he thought of Lockhart's bad reputation, in order to prevent himself from being associated with him, Ron quickly changed his expression and said with a smile:

"Forget it, I don't want to be a scumbag like Lockhart!"

"Okay," Mike shook his head, "Did you just perform Umbridge and Trelawney?"

"Oh! Yes. You must not have seen the beginning. Just now, in our Divination class, Umbridge examined Professor Trelawney. That scene was so funny. Do you still want to see it? I can perform it again if you want to see it!”

"Um, no need, Ron, thank you."

Mike said helplessly, but he kept thinking about Trelawney's information in his heart.

This divination professor is a descendant of the legendary seer Cassandra, but investigation revealed that the professor did not fully inherit her ancestor’s divination ability. Therefore, she lived a very miserable life in the first half of her life, always living on the line of poverty. He can only make a living by doing divination for people on the street.

However, she was invited by Dumbledore to become the Divination professor at Hogwarts.

But her financial situation did not improve much.

Part of the reason is that the salary offered to her at Hogwarts is not high, and it includes food and accommodation and some pocket money.

Another part of the reason is that this person is an alcoholic. She basically drinks every day except in class, which makes her look drunk all the time.

Of course, in her words, she doesn't like drinking, but relies on alcohol to maintain her third eye ability.

Overall, this is an extremely weak professor. Compared to Professor McGonagall, Professor Flitwick, and others, she has neither a deep background nor strong strength. She is a soft persimmon that is easy to pinch.

I have to say that Umbridge's choice to operate on her was indeed a good choice.

Now it depends on how McGonagall and others will face Umbridge's offensive.

Should he fight to the death or turn a blind eye?

Mike was very curious about this.

…

After a brief conversation with Ron in the auditorium, the three of them went to the Defense Against the Dark Arts classroom together. Next, they would take Umbridge's Defense Against the Dark Arts class together.

Since they were wasted some time in the auditorium, the three of them arrived at the Defense Against the Dark Arts classroom as quickly as possible.

After arriving in the classroom, Ron and Harry and Hermione, who had already arrived in the classroom, breathed a sigh of relief, because given Umbridge's attitude towards Gryffindor, if Ron was really late, then he might Going to spend time with George and Fred.

However, they obviously still underestimated Umbridge's integrity.

Just as Mike and the other three were walking quickly towards their destination, a cunning smile suddenly flashed across Umbridge's face and she said:

"Stop!"

Hearing this, all three of Mike stopped.

Mike and Franklin's expressions were normal, but Ron, who had just said bad things about Umbridge, was not. He lowered his head, obviously very panicked.

"Ron, you are late!" Umbridge said, "20 points from Gryffindor! Then, give me a 4,000-word review before class tomorrow!"

Ron's eyes suddenly turned red, and he argued instinctively:

"But I'm obviously not late," he pointed to the magic clock in the classroom, "Look! It's only 9 o'clock now!"

"No, it's 30 seconds after 9 o'clock, which means you are 30 seconds late." Umbridge frowned, "Besides, you need to raise your hand to speak in my class, and you didn't do that just now. .So Gryffindor will deduct 5 more points!"

Hearing this, Ron quickly covered his mouth, fearing that he was making a sound that would give Umbridge a handle.

The Ravenclaw students in the classroom also shook their heads in distress.

In their view, Mike and Franklin, who arrived at the same time as Ron, would definitely receive the same punishment.

But to everyone's surprise, after announcing Ron's punishment, Umbridge directly ignored Mike and Franklin and chose to let everyone return to their seats.

This time Gryffindor's little lion immediately exploded.

It is understandable for Umbridge to target Gryffindor. After all, George and Fred have already become enemies because of what they did.

But now Umbridge is so biased towards Ravenclaw?

What the hell is this! ?

"Quiet!" Umbridge said, looking at everyone whispering in the classroom, "Do you also want to write a check?"

Hearing this, the noisy classroom suddenly became quiet. Seeing this, Umbridge smiled:

"We're going to start class next. Of course, first of all, please put away your wands."

The students reluctantly complied, but Umbridge continued proudly:

"We finished the first chapter in the last class. Today I hope that you will all turn the book to page 19 and start reading 'Chapter 2, Ordinary Defense Theory and Its Origin'. Don't talk while reading."

There was a slight sigh in the classroom.

Obviously, everyone didn't like this boring reading class, but due to Umbridge's coercion, everyone could only follow the instructions and start flipping through the books.

It's just that reading is reading, but the vast majority of students are no longer focused on books, but are just in a meaningless daze.

Umbridge didn't seem to notice this, and still sat on the podium triumphantly.

But as time went by, the bored classmates couldn't stand it anymore.

Some of them began to fiddle with the stationery on the table, and some began to pass notes.

In the eyes of the students, these small movements should be invisible to the teacher, but in fact, Umbridge on the podium saw all of this clearly.

"You! Don't act innocent, I'm talking about you, that black-haired Gryffindor!" Umbridge stood up suddenly and roared, "What is that in your hand? Take it out quickly! "

The Gryffindor girl who was called opened her hand with a look of despair, and a piece of white paper was lying quietly in his hand.

With the same expression as his, there was a Ravenclaw boy not far away. The note in the girl's hand was exactly what he threw to her - he was pursuing the Gryffindor girl.

"How dare you do a little trick in my class!?" Umbridge said, "Twenty points will be deducted from Gryffindor. Write me a 5,000-word review tomorrow!"

The Gryffindor girl's eyes suddenly turned red. She lowered her head and tried not to let her tears flow down.

The Ravenclaw boy also looked guilty when he saw this, and stood up to accept Umbridge's punishment.

However, what is surprising is that Umbridge did not have any intention to punish him. On the contrary, Umbridge actually changed her face and asked him with a warm expression:

"Classmate, do you have any questions?"

"me……"

"There's no problem, just sit down," Umbridge said, "We're still going to have classes."

Now anyone could see that Umbridge was deliberately favoring Ravenclaw.

Many Ravenclaws were snickering, enjoying this kind of preferential treatment.

Seeing this, Hermione couldn't bear it any longer, stood up and yelled at Umbridge angrily:

"That's not fair! That note was obviously passed to her by that boy!"