I swung my greatsword at Hogwarts

The fifth grade has an important task, the owl exam, which is related to the graduation of the students.

So the fifth grade is also a time with heavy tasks.

For John, these are not very important.

If it wasn't for the rewards of the annual missions, he wouldn't have come directly.

The professors also knew this. As the monsters who dominated the rankings all the year round, they turned a blind eye to John's behavior of paddling in class.

Like Muggle Studies and Arithmetic Divination, these two subjects John hardly took any classes.

The subject professor has no objection, after all, John's test scores are still number one.

Professor Flitwick of Charms sometimes discusses with John about the application of spells, and John has benefited a lot from Professor Flitwick.

As the champion of the duel competition, Professor Flitwick is an academic fighter.

He has high attainments in solo combat and creation.

"Mr. Wick, your idea is very good. The flexible use of transfiguration can indeed occasionally produce unexpected good effects." Professor Flitwick said sharply, "I have seen a wizard win a game by conjuring banana peels. The victory, even he didn't expect that the opponent would step on it when casting a spell."

Met Professor Flitwick during get out of class, and John talked with him.

The two chatted happily, and Professor Flitwick said, "Are you going to a divination class? Professor Trelawney is the most special of the faculty."

He looked around, John bowed his head when he saw this, and heard Professor Flitwick say carefully: "Actually, none of us thought that Dumbledore would let her join the job. She sometimes, uh, looks like that kind of Muggle." The fortune-teller in here."

Professor Flitwick said it very euphemistically, and John chuckled lightly: "Professor Trelawney sometimes does not match her professionalism."

"The Ministry of Magic has an investigator here to investigate the education situation at Hogwarts," said Professor Flitwick. "Professor Trelawney may be in trouble."

Although Trelawney sometimes felt like a liar, Professor Flitwick still kindly reminded her.

The person named Umbridge was not kind, she wandered around in various schools, writing something there with a pen.

Although Professor Flitwick is short, his brain is undoubtedly that of an eagle soaring in the sky.

He was keenly aware of the change in the Ministry of Magic's attitude towards Hogwarts. Old Batty took office and was destined to carry out policy reforms.

Originally, old Batty was different from Fudge. In the ministerial career that Fudge picked up, he was more concerned with maintaining the status quo of the magic world.

Barty Sr. is self-motivated and will carry out reforms in some areas.

The first area is education.

Dumbledore's role is not as great as before.

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John came to the divination classroom, where he saw Trelawney sitting on pins and needles.

Looking to the other side, Umbridge in the pink sweater was fiddling with a record book.

She sat on one side, putting a lot of pressure on Trelawney.

As the great-great-granddaughter of the seer Cassandra Trelawney, she possesses the power of prophecy.

But she is not proficient in this ability, or because of her blood, she cannot use it well.

Most of the time, she uses a magic stick-like method to make people believe her predictions.

She knows the skill of prophecy, but she can't use it.

She was terrified that she would be expelled, she had been at Hogwarts for more than ten years, and there was no other place for her to go.

When she learned that she would be investigated, she didn't need to panic.

Looking at Umbridge there from time to time, Trelawney felt uneasy.

This situation didn't ease until John came over, and she quickened her pace and came to John with a kind of excitement.

"John, boy, thank you, thank you for coming."

As if she was welcoming some distinguished guest, she was a little confused and incoherent.

John said helplessly, "Professor, have you forgotten, I'm coming to class."

With John, Trelawney has confidence.

Although I can't do it myself, there is a person here who can really predict.

Send John to his seat respectfully, as if John is not a student, but her life-saving straw.

When Harry came over, he saw Trelawney with a serious face, and he was surprised to see the woman in pink at the school opening banquet.

Not long after he sat down, Ron came up.

"Hermione and I have stopped arguing." Ron sat down beside Harry.

"Fine." Harry mumbled.

"But Hermione said she hoped you wouldn't throw a tantrum at us," said Ron sullenly.

Harry argued angrily, "I didn't."

"I'm just passing on a message." Ron also felt that Harry was very irritable during this time, "I think she's right, you shouldn't spread the grievances you received from other people on us."

"I never said that," said Trelawney no sooner had Harry finished.

"Hi students," said Trelawney in her usual vague, dreamlike voice, "welcome back to Divination class. I have been paying attention to your fate throughout the summer vacation. Seeing that you have returned to school safe and sound, I am very happy."

Trelawney gradually recovered. Her usual classes were full of mystery, and the strong smell of tea made her mind blurred.

Today's lesson is to study "Dream Interpretation Guide". For wizards, dreams are the easiest way to get in touch with prophecy.

Because there are often various reminders in dreams, learning to interpret dreams is to unravel these reminders, so as to obtain a prediction or survey of the future.

Of course, this kind of thing also needs talent.

If Potions class is hard work plus talent, then Divination class is talent plus talent.

Some things are destined from birth, and divination is such a thing.

Trelawney talked about dream interpretation there, and finally let the students try to interpret each other's dreams.

John looked to Neville beside him.

Neville tried his best to recall the dream he'd had, which was...

"Cough cough."

High-pitched voice, Trelawney looked over, it was Umbridge.

She was there with the record book and wrote, "So, how long have you been in this position?"

Trelawney gave her a nasty look, crossed her arms, and said in a very sullen tone, "Almost 16 years."

"Time is not short." Umbridge wrote a few more words in the record book.

"Dumbledore hired you?"

"Yes."

Umbridge continued, "Are you the great-great-granddaughter of the Prophet Cassandra Trelawney?"

Mentioning her blood, Trelawney raised her head higher, "Yes."

"Are you the first person in your family to have a second sight since Cassandra Trelawney?"

The second vision is also called wisdom eye and third eye.

Mentioning this matter, Trelawney said with a guilty conscience: "These things are often passed down from generation to generation, er, from three generations."

She saw Umbridge writing in the record book again, and couldn't help but ask, "What are you writing?"

"Something about the level of education at Hogwarts." Umbridge giggled like a girl, making people's skin crawl, "I wonder if you can predict something for me?"

He was obviously smiling, but Umbridge gave off an uncomfortable feeling.

Trelawney didn't expect that she would allow herself to make a prophecy, and she seemed offended, "I don't understand what you mean."

"I wish you could make a prophecy for me, you're the Divination professor, aren't you?" Umbridge said clearly.

Trelawney straightened her body and said indignantly, "The Celestial Eye will not be ordered to see!"

"Understood," said Umbridge, scribbling in the logbook.

Trelawney panicked, "Wait, wait, I, I..."

Out of the corner of her eye, she saw John, as if grasping at a life-saving straw, "I think letting my students come can better reflect my level."

She spoke quickly, and then set her expectant eyes on John.

"Wick, my dear, show what you can do."

How to say that Trelawney is also the teacher who taught John the ability of divination. Although sometimes unreliable, the skills are still real.

"Hehe," a pretentious girlish laugh sounded, and Umbridge looked contemptuously at the struggling Trelawney.

To be honest, if John hadn't sent this person in, he would have thought about how to send Umbridge away.

For the first time, he felt that Malfoy's most hated status was seriously threatened.

"I think I can try." John stood up, looking at Umbridge calmly.

Isn't that just a prophecy?

It's not impossible, John raised his eyebrows, "Do you want to achieve short-term goals, or long-term goals?"

Can I still choose?

Umbridge gave a false smile, "Then give me a short-term realization."

"Ok."

John just looked at Umbridge.

After a while, Umbridge felt as if his whole body had been seen through.

Those pale eyes made people feel creepy.

"You're going to have disaster today, when you go down the stairs."

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