[HP] Being a problem student at Hogwarts

Tom, who was prohibited from brewing potions, trained in the magical mist for a lesson, which made Snape keep watching him warily. After eliminating the huge pressure brought by Snape himself to the students, even Neville did not blow up the cauldron, and at least cooked a pot of pink stuff - although the correct enhancer should be clear blue green.

"It's not as bad as last week, is it?" Hermione said as they left the dungeons and walked up the stairs and across the hall to lunch. "Homework isn't too bad, is it? "

Seeing that neither Ron nor Harry answered, she continued to say pointedly: "I mean, I don't expect to get the highest grades, because he graded us according to the standards of the O.W.Ls exam. , but it’s very encouraging to pass at this stage, don’t you think?”

She was trying to comfort her two friends who had poor grades, but the effect was obviously not very good - Ron still didn't speak, only Harry made a little vague sound in his throat.

They sat down together at the Gryffindor table.

"If you really want to know what we got, you can just ask." Ron said gloomily. .seven

"I don't-I didn't mean that..."

"Hey, it sounds like someone's got a bad grade?" said Fred, who had just arrived at the table with George and Lee Jordan and sat down to Harry's right.

Harry coughed loudly.

George dipped the bread roll into the soup, looked at Harry and Ron, whose ears were red, with a clear look, and changed the subject: "Has your class been inspected?"

"No." Hermione said immediately, "What about you?"

"Just now, before dinner," Fred replied, "It was Charms."

"How's it going?" Harry and Hermione asked at the same time.

Fred shrugged.

"It's not that bad - or she learned her lesson. Umbridge just huddled in the corner, taking notes on the clipboard. You know Flitwick's temper, he treated Umbridge as a guest , didn't seem to take this matter to heart at all. Umbridge didn't say much. She asked Arya a few questions and asked what the usual class was like. Arya replied that the class was very good, that's all. "

"I don't think Flitwick's score will be low," said George. "He always gives everyone a pass -"

"Except through the swamp, of course—"

The twins high-fived excitedly. To this day, Filch still has to transport Defense Against the Dark Arts students on a flat boat every day, which makes him even more grumpy.

"Whose class are you in this afternoon?" Fred asked Harry.

"Trelawney—"

"And Umbridge," Ron added.

"Ah, you have to behave yourself today and control your temper in front of Umbridge." George said to Harry. "It's a blessing that you didn't miss Quidditch practice last time, right? No one wants to To deal with a pissed-out Angelina.”

But they didn't have to wait until Defense Against the Dark Arts class to meet Professor Umbridge. When Umbridge, who was covered in pink, emerged from the trap door on the floor, the whole class who was talking and laughing fell silent.

Professor Trelawney, who was walking around handing out "Guide to Dream Interpretation", heard the voice in the classroom suddenly drop and turned around.

"Good afternoon, Professor Trelawney." Professor Umbridge was smiling again, and the scarf wrapped around her head had been taken off. Apparently, she had recovered from whatever spell McGonagall had cast on her.

"I believe you must have received my notice? It says to check the time and date of your class. I hope you don't mind-" She took out the writing pad from her fancy bag and waved it, "Just treat it as a colleague. Let’s learn from each other, okay?”

"Don't stress, darling..." Umbridge added kindly, but it sounded more like "You'd better be careful."

Professor Trelawney nodded with a straight face, looking very unhappy, turned her back to Professor Umbridge, and continued to hand out textbooks. Professor Umbridge, still smiling, grabbed the back of the armchair closest to her and pulled it to the front of the room, placing it a few inches behind Professor Trelawney's seat. Then she sat down, put her clipboard on her knees, and raised her head expectantly, waiting for class to begin.

Professor Trelawney tightened the shawl around her body with slightly trembling hands, and looked at the class through the large glasses that magnified her eyes many times.

"Today we will continue to study prophetic dreams," she said bravely in her usual mysterious tone, but her voice was slightly trembling. "Ask the students to divide into pairs and use the "Dream Interpretation Guide" to help them. Next, explain to each other what the other person saw in his dream recently."

She was about to walk quickly back to her seat when she suddenly saw Professor Umbridge sitting there. She immediately turned to the left and walked towards Parvati and Lavender - they were already concentrating on discussing Parvati. I had a dream recently.

"Let's do it," Draco said lazily, but gave Tom a hard poke to bring him to his senses - and then his fingers were grabbed by the angry mist and held up to his master in complaint.

"It's okay, he didn't intend to attack me..." Tom carefully touched the fangs and sharp teeth they had formed, and freed Draco's fingers from being held in his mouth.

"It's quite interesting." Draco wasn't angry - the mist was measured anyway, and there was just a little red mark on his fingers. He also touched the white fangs with his backhand, finding it quite amusing.

The mist rolled up and hit him, and Draco's chair made a screeching noise on the ground.

When Trelawney and Umbridge heard the sound together, he quickly opened his "Dream Interpretation Guide" and pretended to study it carefully.

"Stop laughing!" Master Malfoy shouted in a low voice through his teeth, his ears burning red.

Tom made a gesture of surrender, held the mist ball in his arms, and changed the subject: "Uh... first, you have to tell me what you dreamed about?"

"I dreamed that I turned into a dragon and breathed fire everywhere - what could this mean?"

"It means you have a bad temper——"

Then Tom was lightly kicked by Draco. The two of them laughed and joked for a while, and Draco urged: "It's your turn."

"Well, let me think about it..." Tom inexplicably remembered the news they had seen before, "Door?"

"What door?"

"A... first-level secret door?"

Draco's smile faded. He looked at Tom suspiciously for a moment and asked, "Did you dream about it?"

"I made it up..." Tom turned the pages of the book and lowered his voice at the same time, "What do you know?"

"What do I know? I live on campus like you..." Draco curled his lips and said, "But..." he said in a breathy voice, "I heard that he was looking for something..."

"Hiding in the Ministry of Magic?"

Draco shrugged, his gray-blue eyes scanning the surroundings alertly.

"Okay, we're going to use the year you dreamed, plus the date of the day you dreamed, and the number of letters in the theme word...the theme word is...quickly change a theme word." Seeing that Umbridge had left "Seat," he urged as Trelawney started to wander around the classroom.

"Just pick one."

Draco glared at him, feeling that he deserved a spanking, so he pointed at the "stick" casually. "Okay," he explained the dream casually while observing the professors' positions, "When did you dream about it?"

"I don't know, last night, whatever day you say." Tom said nonchalantly, noticing that Professor Umbridge made a few more notes on the writing board, while Professor Trelawney looked very angry.

Draco snorted unhappily and scribbled a few entries in their dream interpretation journal.

"The stick symbolizes the support the dreamer needs or has. It is the dreamer's task to understand which of these two possibilities is realistic." He read while writing, "The stick in the dream may symbolize The dreamer represents the 'roaming and traveling' that the dreamer must undertake throughout his life. On a spiritual level, the stick in the dream is a source of support at the beginning of the journey and a symbol of authority at the end of the journey. The stick also often indicates an improvement in identity and social status. As The stick of the magic wand also symbolizes magic - do you want it to tell me?" Draco snorted contemptuously.

But Tom had sat up straight and was looking down at what he had written.

The Elder Wand. he thinks. It is both a need and the support he has - Dumbledore, who owns the Elder Wand, has chosen to shelter him - yes, without sheltering him, there is no need for him to arrange courses for him... but the "roaming and travel" that must be carried out "what is this about?

"Hey..." Draco observed his expression, "You don't really believe it, do you?" He reminded in a low voice: "We made it up now!"

"Maybe it's the wizard's intuition?" Tom said vaguely.

By this time, the voices of Umbridge and Trelawney talking were getting closer and closer.

Professor Umbridge was asking her: "So, Professor Dumbledore appointed you?"

"That's right." Professor Trelawney said simply.

Draco and Tom exchanged glances.

Dumbledore has been the principal of Hogwarts for so many years, and it can be said that he recruited all the teachers in the school. So Umbridge specifically chose this question to ask, obviously because she wanted to see the professors' tendencies. If the professor had not sided with Dumbledore, the answer would have been more official.

Draco saw Professor Umbridge making a few notes on the writing board, leaning forward and whispering to Tom: "Trelawney is going to be in trouble."

Tom motioned for him to shut up.

"Are you the great-great-granddaughter of the famous prophet Cassandra Trelawney?" Umbridge continued to ask.

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

I wrote down a few more strokes on the writing board.

"But I thought - and you can correct me if I'm wrong - that you are the first person in your family to have second sight since Cassandra?"

"These things are often inherited across - well - three generations," Professor Trelawney said.

Draco chuckled, and Tom gave him a quick stomp.

"Of course," Umbridge also showed a reserved and false smile, said politely, and jotted down a few more words, "Okay, I wonder if you can predict something for me, huh?" she asked. He raised his head, still smiling.

Professor Trelawney's whole body tensed up, as if she couldn't believe her ears. "I don't know what you mean," she said, clutching the shawl shudderingly around her thin neck.

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

There were more than one or two students eavesdropping now. Basically, most of the students in the classroom were staring blankly at Professor Trelawney. She straightened her body and the beads and bracelets on her body were tinkling. stop.

"The Third Eye will not be ordered to see!" she said in an indignant tone.

"I've learned it," Tom heard Ron talking to himself excitedly. "When the exam comes and she asks me what I saw in the crystal ball, I'll say -"

Harry also quickly stepped on Ron to signal him to shut up.

"Understood." Professor Umbridge said softly, with pity in her eyes, and wrote a few more words on her writing board.

The pity clearly stung Trelawney.

"I - but - but... wait!" Professor Trelawney said suddenly. She tried to speak in her usual ethereal voice, but her whole body was shaking with anger, which destroyed the mysterious effect of that voice. . "I...I think I did see something...about you...Ah, I felt something...something black...something extremely dangerous..."

Professor Trelawney pointed at Professor Umbridge with a trembling finger. Professor Umbridge still had the same amiable smile on her face, and her two eyebrows were raised.

"I'm afraid...I'm afraid you will encounter terrible danger!" Professor Trelawney ended her words dramatically.

There was silence. Professor Umbridge's eyebrows were still raised.

"...Thank you." She said coldly. Of course, she still scribbled a few strokes on the writing board with a fake and polite smile. "If you can only do this at best..." She pursed her lips and did not say anything. Went down.

This time it was not out of pity. Everyone with ears could hear the roar before the storm.

Umbridge turned and walked away. Professor Trelawney stood there blankly, her chest heaving violently. There was a noisy murmur in the classroom, and the students were secretly exchanging glances and talking. And Umbridge stood in the corner with a smile, writing non-stop on the writing board.

"I think," said Tom slowly, "that something is wrong."

"Of course, Trelawney is going to be in trouble," Draco said disapprovingly, "but Umbridge may not necessarily get a good deal - Cassandra's prophecies have always been difficult to predict, and their family is Drawing strength from 'unbelief'——"

"I'm not talking about that." Tom looked at Umbridge, "I mean, she seems... to have become more radical?"

"Whose person is she?" Tom asked Draco. "Is it simply that she was stimulated, or is it someone from the Ministry of Magic who wants to further restrict Dumbledore, or... the person who suddenly wants to change Are you back to style?"

Draco shuddered, startled by Tom's hypothesis.

"Why do you think so?" he said in panic, "Did he tell you something? Do you know what his style was like before? That was really -" It wasn't that Draco couldn't find adjectives, but he didn't dare to say them.

"I don't know." Tom said, "But I don't feel good." He said, touching the location of the Dark Lord's soul piece on the knowledge robe from a distance.