HP Magic Biography

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In fact, as Fan Lin guessed, Harry didn't even meet Professor Umbridge in Defense Against the Dark Arts class.

In the gloomy Divination class, Ron elbowed Harry in the ribs as Harry was pulling out his notebook of dreams for a month.

Harry looked around in a daze, only to find the figure of Professor Umbridge appearing at the door of the classroom. The originally pleasant atmosphere disappeared without a trace and became very quiet.

This sudden change interrupted Professor Trauni's train of thought. She was muttering and reading the handed-in dream report. She raised her head and looked around.

Good afternoon, Professor Troney, Umbridge said with a smile, I think you must have received my note? When will you accept my inspection?

There was a flash of panic for a moment, and she nodded in general understanding, looking very unhappy about it, and quickly shifted her attention away from Professor Umbridge, and then looked at the report.

Still smiling, Professor Umbridge casually grabbed the back of the nearest armchair and brought it to the front of the room, within inches of Professor Traunie.

Umbridge sat down, took out a folder of papers from her floral bag, and looked, somewhat eagerly, in anticipation of the start of class.

Professor Traunie surveyed the class through her exaggerated spectacles, pulling the shawl tighter with her slightly trembling hands.

Today, we will continue our research on dreams rich in prophecy, she tried to calm down, and tried to use her usual tone of voice, which was mysterious, low, and slightly trilled, Specific subdivisions, A careful analysis of the dreams of the most recent time will help to realize the prophecies represented by the dreams.”

When Professor Troney stood up, she found that Professor Umbridge was sitting on her right. She immediately turned and walked to Attila and Reid on the left. discussion.

While Harry was opening his Dream Prophecy report, he secretly observed Umbridge's movements. She was concentrating on taking notes. After a while, she noticed that Troone was walking around in the classroom, and from time to time Listen to the students' discussion and answer some questions.

Noticing Umbridge approaching, Harry quickly put his head down and pretended to be reading.

Come on, have a dream, he said to Ron, in case that nasty guy comes over.

It was me last time, Ron protested.

This time it's your turn

Oh, my God, I don't know. Harry said disappointedly, he could barely remember the dream he had in the last few days. If I were to say that I had a dream - it was a dream of Snape drowning in my cauldron!

Okay, let's do it. Ron opened his dream prophecy with a smile. Okay, so we should add your age and date of occurrence to your dream to add believability?

So, do we mean 'drowned'? 'Crucible'? Or 'Snape'?

It doesn't matter, just pick one, said Harry, looking back at Professor Umbridge, who was standing next to Professor Troney, recording some questions that the Divination teacher asked Neville about his dream.

You're dreaming about this again? Ron was lost in calculations.

I don't know, it could have been last night, if you like, Harry replied, trying to listen to Professor Umbridge's question to Professor Troney.

They were only a table away from him and Ron at this point. Professor Umbridge notes from time to time, and Professor Traunie looks very bored.

So far, Umbridge asked Professor Traunney, looking up suddenly, how long have you been in this position? Can you be more specific?

Traunie frowned, crossed her arms, and hugged her shoulders, as if hoping that doing so would make her feel safe in an inspection that made her feel insulted. After a slight pause, she decided to answer the question anyway, but did not hide it. own strong resentment.

Nearly sixteen years, replied Professor Traunie in her characteristic angry tone.

A considerable period of time, said Professor Umbridge, making notes in her notebook. Dumbledore appointed you?

Of course. Professor Trauni replied quickly. I have the urgent professor going on record, Are you the great-great-great-granddaughter of the great seer Cassandra Troney?

Yes, said Professor Traunie, throwing up her head. For wizards, the glory of their ancestors is unquestionable.

Umbridge went on to record, There is a question, please correct me if I am wrong. You are the second person in your family to have this ability since Cassandra, right? Umbridge Qi continued to ask.

This kind of thing is not very certain. Not every generation has this ability, er, er, about 3 generations. Professor Traunie replied.

Professor Umbridge smiled, Yes. She said with a sweet smile, and took notes from time to time. Very well, then, can you prophesy something for me?

She looked a little skeptical, but still smiled and asked Professor Traunie.

Professor Trauni's body visibly stiffened, as if she couldn't believe her ears, I don't understand what you mean.

While speaking, he pulled the shawl with trembling hands and wrapped it tightly around his thin neck.

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

At this time, it wasn't just Harry, Ron watched them carefully and listened carefully to their conversation. At this time, most of the students have noticed that at this time, Professor Trauni stood with her chest up, and the beads on her wrist were jingling.

She said indignantly, This kind of ability cannot be seen by ordinary people!

Of course, I know. Professor Umbridge said gently, recording. I—, but,—but,—stop!!! Professor Traunie said suddenly, trying to make her tone as soft and mysterious as usual, but it was all broken by anger up.

I, I think, I can indeed predict something! Something that is closely related to you, but why, what I feel is something evil, dark, and even some danger of death? Professor Traunie Pointing at Professor Umbridge with trembling fingers, Professor Umbridge still smiled gently, but raised his eyebrows a little.

I'm afraid, I'm afraid, you are now in great danger, said Professor Traunie, finishing her prophecy. After a brief pause, Umbridge surveyed Professor Troney.

Okay, she scribbled, still maintaining a gentle attitude. Very good, let's see if it's what you said! She turned around, and Professor Trauni was still standing there with her chest up.

Harry turned his head and looked into Ron's eyes, knowing that Ron was thinking the same question as himself at this moment: they both thought Professor Traunie was an old liar, but on the other hand, they hated Ugly more than he did. Mlitch, so they're still on Troy's side.

It didn't last long, however, until she suddenly picked up the report from them, Very well, she said, jerking her snapped finger at Harry's nose, somewhat uncharacteristically, but swiftly. Let's take a look at your dream report. She explained Harry's dream in the tone she had just said (somewhat vague, as if she was talking while drinking cereal, but it clearly foreshadowed bad news), He was a little less sympathetic to her.

Professor Umbridge was standing not far away, recording. At this time, the get out of class dismissal bell rang from above the silver ladder. Ten minutes until Defense Against the Dark Arts class. Professor Umbridge was still smiling as they entered the noisy classroom.