HP Dawn Night

"Maybe I said something wrong." In the last class of the afternoon, when we walked up the spiral staircase leading to the divination classroom, I couldn't help but say sadly.Umbridge's smug expression looked like a toad that had swallowed a fly, not to mention the last words she said to her were too much to think about.

Pansy followed closely: "But how did she know that you submitted a transfer application, huh?"

"Did Professor Snape say who will see your application form?" Blaise also asked.

"He said that only the dean and the professor of ancient runes will see it." I shook my head lightly, "but Umbridge..."

"Could it be that the ancient rune professor accidentally told this about it?" Pansy asked in a low voice.

"But other people think highly of Professor Holden." I sighed, "I don't think Professor Holden is the kind of person who is not strict with his tongue."

"In that case, then Umbridge peeked at your application form." Draco said calmly, "Oh no, to be more precise - she was spying on our mail."

I turned around suddenly: "Monitor our letters!" I couldn't help raising my voice.

"Hush—" The three of them raised their fingers together.

"That's what Umbridge would do, isn't it?"

"Don't forget who sent her."

I am silent.Umbridge would be expected to spy on our letters, and in her style, she definitely wasn't there to just bluster and intimidate us.But it never occurred to me that she even dared to open the professor's letter, and she did it under Dumbledore's nose.

But - she was sent by the Minister to keep an eye on Dumbledore, and I think Umbridge would have liked Dumbledore's reactions so she could grab some tails.

"Then what should we do?" My eyebrows twitched together, "Just let her browse our letters freely like this?"

Draco took a deep breath: "I'm afraid there is no better way for now." Seeing that I wanted to open my mouth to refute, he quickly added, "Don't forget that Umbridge still trusts Slytherin quite a bit now, with this The upper echelon trusts that she should not do anything too extreme towards us."

"Draco is right." Blaise continued, "From what Umbridge asked you today, I guess she might be considering whether we belong to the category of 'our own'." He wisely He stopped and did not continue, but Umbridge's purpose was already clear at a glance.

However, after digesting it carefully, I suddenly became aware of a daunting underlying truth: "I need to discuss this with my father. I think—" I hesitated for a moment, then shook my head, "It's nothing, I'll talk about it later Bar."

It just occurred to me that if Umbridge wanted to win over students, would she also want to win over professors?Presumably she has also noticed how indifferent her father treats her, so will she want to use me to force her father to fall to her side?

"Vio, I have to warn you," Draco said suddenly, "You'd better be careful when talking to your father, I guess Umbridge will try to monitor the professor's every move, so your conversations are also being censored." The danger of eavesdropping..."

I couldn't help frowning: "I understand." If Umbridge really had a way to monitor the conversation, it would be troublesome.

"In this way, we should pay more attention to our speech. It is much more difficult to monitor professors than students." Blaise said.

Pansy's expression is not good now.

But the four of us must not be the only ones who are depressed today.

At this moment, the trapdoor of the divination classroom was suddenly opened with a bang, and Professor Trelawney poked her head out:

"What are you all standing there for?" she yelled angrily, "Didn't I teach you to push the door and come in?"

After saying this, she jerked her head back, and with another loud bang, the trapdoor was shut in front of us.

"What's wrong?" Draco asked confused.

"Let's advance to the classroom." Pansy carefully pushed open the trap door.

The divination classroom was as hot as ever, exuding a strange smell of perfume and tea, but the sleepy atmosphere in the past seemed to have faded a lot.I quickly discovered that it was because Trelawney was striding up and down the classroom, her movements almost edgy.

Obviously, the rest of the students also noticed Trelawney's strange behavior.

"Sit down!" She sternly ordered the four of us. At this moment, she actually looked a bit like Professor McGonagall, but then I found that Trelawney's aura came from her bad mood.She walked right up to us, threw a copy of The Dream Interpretation Guide in front of Pansy and me, and threw the next one at Draco and Blaise, who caught it nimbly, otherwise His nose probably got hit.At last she thrust the last copy into Millicent Burst's arms so hard that Millicent nearly fell to the floor.

"Okay, let's get started!" Trelawney screamed hysterically, walking back to her place angrily, "You know what to do! Am I that bad at teaching? You always open your books! "

This sentence is similar to what she yelled at us just now.The whole class looked at her in bewilderment, looking at each other in blank dismay.Trelawney slumped down on the high-backed teacher's chair, tears of anger filled her eyes magnified by the lenses.

"Professor?" said Daphne Greengrass timidly (she was always fascinated by Divination), "Professor, there's something—isn't it?"

"No!" exclaimed Trelawney excitedly, in a trembling voice, "of course not! I've been insulted...innuendo...baseless accusations...but there's nothing wrong, of course not..."

My heart sank, and an ominous premonition arose spontaneously.Trelawney took a shuddering breath and turned away, tears of anger welling from her eyes.

"I won't mention it," she choked up, "16 years of hard work...obviously no one noticed...but I shouldn't be insulted, I shouldn't be!"

"But professor, who is insulting you?" Daphne asked timidly.

"The Powers!" Trelawney said in a dramatically low trembling voice, "those whose eyes are blinded by the world to see what I see and know what I know . . . Of course we prophets are always to be feared , always persecuted...it's - alas - our fate..."

Choking, she wiped her wet cheeks with the corner of her shawl, pulled a small embroidered handkerchief from her sleeve, and blew her nose vigorously, making a sound like Peeves' peeves. Chuck and laughed, which immediately caused Daphne's cold stare.

"Professor," Daphne lowered her voice like a play, "you're not talking about Professor Umbridge, are you?"

"Of course not! Don't mention that name to me!" Trelawney yelled, jumping up, shaking her head like a rattle, her glasses flickering, "Please do your homework! Of course, if anyone wants to Leave, better go now!"

I tried to control my expression so that I could look like everyone else.Umbridge must have mentioned in the report that some students want to transfer courses, I just hope people don't know it's me... so embarrassing.I stared resentfully at the crystal ball, imagining it was Umbridge's head so I could pick it up and smash it on the ground...

Daphne looked around the classroom with a strange expression: "No one wants to leave, Professor." She tried her best to speak in a convincing tone.

"I can feel it..." Trelawney sat down wearily, "I won't stop it. There will always be people who can't see through the fog...this is talent..."

For the rest of the class, Trelawney didn't care what we were doing, she walked up and down the classroom by herself, muttering, "... just quit your job... It's a shame...keep watching...wait and see...see if she dares..."

"You don't believe in divination anyway." Pansy comforted me on the way to dinner, "Speaking of which, we agree with Umbridge on this point, we both think Trelawney is a liar .”

"Yeah, but I don't want Umbridge sending her away for my words, that would be too hard."

The author has something to say:

Umbridge must not have been able to listen to anything, at most she just peeked at the letter :) Otherwise, wouldn't she have become a big boss in the HP series?