Chapter 868 (1/2)

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In fact, as Fanling guessed, Harry met Professor Umbridge before he even went to defense against the dark arts class.

In the dark divination class, Harry was taking out his book of dreams for a month when Ron pushed Harry in the ribs with his elbow.

Harry looked around in a daze and found Professor Umbridge at the door of the classroom. The original very happy atmosphere suddenly disappeared and became very quiet.

This sudden change interrupted Professor Trelawney's thoughts. She was murmuring a report on dreams. She looked up and looked around.

”Good afternoon, Professor trawley,” Umbridge said with a smile. ”I think you must have received my note? When will I be examined? ”

Trelawney flashed a little panic, nodded her head in general, and seemed very unhappy about it. She quickly turned her attention away from Professor Umbridge and looked at the report.

Still smiling, Professor Umbridge grabbed the back of the nearest armchair and held it to the front of the classroom, about inches from Trelawney.

Umbridge sat down and took out the paper folder from her fancy bag, looking a little eager for the class to begin.

Professor Trelawney surveyed the class through her exaggerated glasses, while tightening the shawl with her slightly trembling hand.

”Today, we're going to continue our research on dreams rich in prophecy,” she tried to calm down, trying to use her usual tone, the mysterious, deep, and slight trill. ”Specific segmentation, careful analysis of dreams in recent times, will help us understand the prophecy represented by dreams”

as professor trawley stood up, When she found Professor Umbridge sitting on her right, she immediately turned to Attila and Reid on the left, who were engaged in a heated discussion about Attila's recent dream.

Harry opened his ”prophecy of dreams” report, while secretly observing Umbridge's movements. She was concentrating on recording. For a while, she noticed that trayne was walking around the classroom, listening to the students' discussions and answering questions.

Harry quickly lowered his head and pretended to be reading when he noticed Umbridge coming.

”Come on, think of a dream,” he said to Ron, ”in case that nasty guy comes.”

”It was me last time,” Ron protested, ”this time it's your turn”

”Oh, my God, I don't know.” Harry was disappointed to say that he could hardly remember his dreams in recent days. ”If I were to say that I had a dream - it was a dream of Snape drowning in my crucible!”

”Well, that's it.” Ron laughs and opens the prophecy of his dream. ”Well, we should add your age and date of occurrence to your dreams to increase credibility?”

”So, we mean drowning? ”Crucible”? Or ”snape”

”It doesn't matter. Just choose one.” As he spoke, Harry looked back. Professor Umbridge was standing next to Professor trayne, recording the divination teacher asking Neville questions about his dream.

”Did you dream about this again?” Ron is completely immersed in computation.

”I don't know, maybe last night, if you like,” Harry answered, trying to get Professor Umbridge to ask Trelawney a question.