Harry Potter’s Book of Sin

() "Quick, think of a dream!" He said to Ron, "Professor Trelawney is coming here!"

"I said it last time," Ron protested. "It's your turn this time, isn't it?"

"Huh? But ... you know, after I learned about occlusion, my dreams were always vague ... Didn't I tell you?" Harry dart his hair tightly, "Well ... what? What about dreams ... can you give me some hints? "

"Is the subject ... or Snape?" Ron spread his hands.

"No, this has been used too many times ... ah ... that ... right!" Harry suddenly lighted up, "Umbridge! Yeah, I dreamed that Umbridge was stuffed into a fully automatic Drowned in the gold-plated crucible, how about it? "

"Hahahaha ... you mean the one I gave to Maca?" Ron covered his stomach, trembling with a smile, "This is good! Detailed enough ... and Professor Trelawney must like it!"

As he spoke, he opened the Dream Interpretation Guide in front of him.

While Ron was flipping through the book, trying to interpret such a ridiculous dream by numbers such as keywords and Harry's age, Harry looked up at the front.

Trelawney was standing next to Neville, examining his dream diary. And Umbridge followed, staying behind Trelawney, and the quill kept writing on her writing pad.

It can be seen that Trelawney's face was unnatural, and she even stiffened her speech.

"By the way, what night did you‘ dream ’of this dream?” Ron asked without looking up, following the formula in the Dream Interpretation Guide.

"Eh? Any day ... just last night, just last night!"

Harry didn't care about his dreams, he just wanted to hear the conversation between Umbridge and Trelawney.

The two were now separated from them by a table, Umbridge had just written something on the tablet, and Trilawney seemed very annoyed.

"... So," Umbridge leaned next to Trelawney, asking in a crunchy girlish voice, "exactly ... how long have you been at Hogwarts?"

It was obvious that Terry Laurie was not comfortable with the tenderly-dressed old woman Umbridge. She crossed her arms across her chest, hugged herself tightly, narrowed her neck and raised her shoulders, even using a victim His eyes stared hard at her.

Seeing her like that, she seemed to feel extremely insecure now.

With a little thought in mind, Trilawney seemed to think the problem was harmless. As a teacher, she doesn't have much to answer such questions, but may still be beneficial.

So she took up the courage, but still a little bit arrogantly said: "Almost ... 16 years!"

"That's ... time isn't too short." Umbridge's thick foundation face, the sweetness of the smile rose again, "So it's ... Donbledo hired you?"

"Yes!" Trilawney nodded surely.

"Well ..." Umbridge wrote again.

"By the way, I see information that you are the prestigious prophet—the granddaughter of Cassandra Trelawney?"

"That's it!" Trilawney not only raised her chest, but even raised her head when she mentioned her family background.

"Oh, is that so ..."

Umbridge took another note and raised his head again, but his eyes became somewhat meaningful.

"A prophet ...? Well ... So, after Cassandra, you are the only one in the Trelawney family with what ... 'second vision'?"

"Strictly speaking, it's like this ..." Trilawney Ang said with a head, "This bloodline is usually between generations ... well ... or awake from generations ..."

Umbridge heard her mouth grin wider.

"Oh, of course ..." she said sweetly, and wrote down a few more words, "Since it is necessary to 'wake up every other generation' to wake up one ... then, I wonder if you can make a prophecy for me What about, eh? "

Umbridge's smile didn't change, but he got closer, a sweet, panic-scenting perfume made Terry Launey's whole body tense.

"Prophecy? Ah ... yes, no ... no," Trelawney clutched a corner of her shawl. "What did you just say?"

"Prophecy, you're right ... it's a prophecy!" Umbridge pressed tightly. "Just make a prophecy, don't you have a" second vision "? Use it to look at me, it's very Simple, isn't it? "

"But ..." Trilawney squeezed her shawl tightly and her lips narrowed.

"Yes, yes ..." Umbridge looked at her deeply, and the radian of the corners of her mouth and eyes increased at the same time. "The blood of the Prophet is getting less and less! Rest assured, I will use this feather for your predictions. "Write it down well! Isn't it a bad word?"

Probably because the stimulus at Maca was so great that Umbridge needed to find a sense of accomplishment elsewhere, and Professor Trelawney, who seemed the best to deal with, seemed to be her first victim. .

The eyes of the classroom focused on Trilawney, watching her tremble, not knowing whether she was angry or nervous, and the bracelet on her hand was trembling.

"My" Tianmu "will not be ordered to open! It is natural to interpret the future!" She paused for a while, but only squeezed out these two sentences.

"Is that so?" Umbridge shrugged indifferently, then remembered it on the tablet.

"No, wait! Don't ... this ..." Trilawney saw the quill moving again, and she panicked a bit more. "I ... uh ... me, me, see ... see Here! It's about ... ah, black! Black is hanging over you ... danger! Extreme danger! "

She seemed to be trying to get back the usual vain tone, but the trembling that could not stop destroying the ethereal and mysterious, it seemed more and more funny.

"... um, ah ... that's ... the tomb!"

Trelawney took a deep breath and slammed her finger to Umbridge's nose, but Umbridge's smile remained the same, she just looked at Trelawney with a lot of time.

That feeling ... Yes, it's like the kind of pitying look you see when you're a fool.

"... I'm afraid ... you will be in danger of life!" Trelawney took a breath and took a step back, ending her prediction.

Then there was an embarrassing silence.

"... Is it?" Umbridge raised an eyebrow, and drew the last few strokes on the tablet, whispering in the voice Terry Lowe could just hear, "Is that so ... The last time I went to St. Mungo for inspection, there were a few patients who were much stronger than these ... "

"How do I think, Professor Trilawney, who is so annoying, is a little pitiful now ..."

Ron groped from his pocket a few times, took out a handful of round candy, picked one and stuffed it into his mouth, crunching.

"Really?" Harry tilted his head. "Well, yes ... weird."

As he spoke, he picked one from Ron and threw it into his mouth.

"Is this the end of the show? I don't think I've seen enough ..."

Just then Umbridge turned around suddenly, passed Harry's side, and walked behind the classroom. Professor Trelawney, who was hit hard, covered her mouth, followed two steps subconsciously, and finally stopped still.

It was these two steps that made her happen to be standing next to Harry.

"Huh? Where did you get the chocolate candy ... this ..." Harry just chewed a few times before suddenly staring, "Ha--"

A white smoke burst from his mouth, covering Trelawney's entire face.

"Oh! Kekeke ..." Harry coughed, and a noticeable flush appeared on his face. He said hardly, "Ron ... keke ... what are you eating?"

"Ah? It's the Duke of Honey ... Oh!" Ron lowered his head and noticed that the candy was mixed with a few black ones. "This is a trial of Fred and George ..."

"Why ... kekekeke ... what?" Harry asked, coughing, "trial work? Has ... keke, what effect?"

"I heard that Maca also ... uh ..."

Ron just wanted to explain, but stopped immediately, pointing his hand behind Harry.

"Back! Look at the back!"

"What ... cough, what's wrong?"

Harry looked back and was startled.

At the moment, right next to Harry's desk, Trilawney bowed his head somehow.

Her disheveled light brown hair drifted away without wind, spreading openly, and the entire face was covered with hair like octopus tentacles, looking strange.

"嗬 ... 嗬 嗬 ... Titicaca ..."

A kind of hoarse and muffled sound from somewhere deep in her throat ~ www.wuxiaspot.com ~ with the irregular tremor of her body. The thick round-rimmed glasses at the bottom of the crucible also fell to the floor and made a "click" sound.

To say that Harry had also seen Trelawney's true prophetic gesture, but that was far less exaggerated this time--will her hair float by herself? Is she still human?

Umbridge, who had just reached the end of the classroom, also heard the low, weird sound. She turned around suddenly and looked at Trilawney, but her disdain was even worse.

"Professor Trelawney, do I have any signs of death again?" She still smiled, but there was no smile in her eyes, "... well, yes, it's black, right? You see , I feel that the blood of my prophet is also awakened! "

"Ka ... Titica ... Humph ... Titica ..."

Suddenly, Trelawney's voice became very old, and the supposedly vague predictions became extremely unusually clear.

"Sin is ... recovering, silently ... the ... end!"