The Legend of Harry Potter Schoolmaster

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The entire day of lessons was spent in the company of Dolores Umbridge, which made Jon uncomfortable.

But today is relatively calm.

Professor Sprout and Professor Flitwick are both excellent teachers in their respective fields.

It would be hard for Umbridge to get a grip on them...but tomorrow will be interesting, Jon thought, looking at the timetable.

Tomorrow there will be a divination class and a Defense Against the Dark Arts class.

Forget about Trelawney, after all, Jon has "prophesied" about this aspect; but Jon is still very interested in the "interaction" between Mad-Eye Moody and Umbridge.

...

On Tuesday morning, in the dim back seat of the Divination classroom, Jon had just pulled out his copy of "Putting Through the Fog to See the Future" when Avery elbowed him.

Jon looked back to see the pink toad crawling into the Divination classroom.

The students who were still chatting and laughing suddenly fell silent, and Professor Trelawney's face couldn't help but change.

"Good morning, Professor Trelawney!" Umbridge said again in that whining tone, "I believe you must have received my notice? It says to check the time and date of your class."

Professor Trelawney nodded sternly, looking a little unhappy...

Umbridge took out her wand and pointed to her little pink bag... A chair slowly emerged from the bag, and Umbridge pulled it to less than a foot from the podium.

Umbridge sat down unceremoniously.

Trelawney's hands were trembling slightly, and through those big eyes, it could be seen that her eyes were full of fear.

"Let's continue to learn crystal ball divination!" She continued to say in the same mysterious tone as before.

But I have to say that due to Umbridge's influence, Professor Trelawney's condition has become very bad... Her tone of voice in the past was still very deceptive to some young boys and girls who were not deeply involved in the world.

But today, because of the distortion of her voice due to fear, she stuttered a bit when speaking.

...

"I'm sorry to bother you!" Just as Professor Trelawney was halfway through her lecture, Umbridge suddenly and rudely interrupted her: "How long have you been in this position?"

Professor Trelawney looked annoyed at being interrupted by the old pink bat; she tried not to answer Umbridge's question, but her eyes showed fear again.

"Ten...sixteen years..." She stammered.

"Sixteen years, giggling..." Umbridge covered his mouth and smiled; at the same time, he wrote a line on the parchment.

"That is to say... Dumbledore hired you?"

"That's right," said Professor Trelawney crisply.

Umbridge hastily jotted down a few more notes.

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

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

Umbridge put down the notebook and quill in his hand, and began to look at Trelawney intently:

"The next words may be troublesome... But I'm not sure, have you inherited Ms. Cassandra Trelawney's prophecy talent?"

"When...Of course..." Professor Trelawney stammered, "The talent of prophecy is usually passed down... no, two generations... no, three generations!"

"A novel point of view!" Umbridge shook his head, and then jotted down a few more notes in his notebook.

"Well, I wonder if you can predict something for me?" She raised her head inquiringly, still smiling.

"Prophecy..." Professor Trelawney looked a little terrified. She tremblingly stroked her sleeve, and she could see that she was extremely nervous.

"I'm sorry..." Umbridge shrugged, "Can't I?"

She picked up the quill again, ready to bow her head.

"No...no...no..." Professor Trelawney said hastily, "I mean...I can!"

She tried again to speak in her usual ethereal voice, but a trembling of anger or fear spoiled the mysterious effect of that voice.

"I saw something black... extremely dangerous... I'm afraid you will be in dire danger!" Professor Trelawney briefly summarized her prediction.

It's a pity that Umbridge doesn't take this at all.

"Well, if that's all you can do!"

"You... what do you mean?" Professor Trelawney said with a panicked expression.

"It's nothing, let's go on to class!" Umbridge smiled at her, and then sat down again: "Go on to class?

...

For the next one and a half lessons of divination, the atmosphere in the classroom was very bad.

Professor Trelawney's mood became very weird, and the program effect of the whole class was completely destroyed... It can be said that this is the worst divination class that Jon has ever attended (although the previous Also bad).

Umbridge, the pink toad, had been sitting in that little chair, taking notes with goose feathers.

The bell rang for the end of get out of class, and she was the first to get off the silver escalator.

The divination teacher, who was trembling all over, also walked down the silver escalator.

Then, the eyes of the whole class were almost focused on Jon.

"Patrick?" Selwyn shouted in shock, "Your previous prophecy?"

Maybe Professor Trelawney himself doesn't remember the prophecy that Jon made for him, but the students in the class obviously still remember it very clearly.

"Falcon...that means Professor Trelawney will meet an enemy!"

Does that show what's going on today?

These Ravenclaw and Slytherin students, except for Astoria, looked at Jon with admiration and even a little fear.

Jon, on the other hand, put on an expression of not being six-year-old, and then walked out of the divination classroom unhurriedly.

...

In the transformation class in the afternoon, Jon didn't see Professor Umbridge.

However, Professor McGonagall's face was also not very good-looking during class, and his tone was a bit harsher than usual.

It looks like she was molested by Umbridge too.

And the last class in the afternoon was Professor Alastor Moody's Defense Against the Dark Arts class.

When the Slytherins and Gryffindors arrived on the Quidditch pitch, the two teachers were already there.

Looking at the Quidditch pitch that had turned into a swamp, Umbridge's expression was extremely ugly; but when she looked at the ugly face of Mad-Eye Moody, she couldn't help showing a bit of fear.

I recommend Zhao Qingshan's "The Rebellious Demon King". Immortal has entered the stage ahead of time, with a peaceful fragrance and fragrance.

Except the spotlight that cracked the darkness, the unforgivable sin, the crown of thorns.

When I play, I also need the BGM that makes the stars tremble, the breeze that makes the white night fade away, and the majestic flower that condenses blood.