The High Inquisitor's First Battle

Professor Trelawney's class was in the afternoon. It was boring, but I still had to go.

Sitting in the classroom, Harry was about to pull out his support frame to take a nice nap when he suddenly felt Ron elbowing him.

"Man!" Harry said, "What's wrong?"

Ron didn't say anything, he just kept gesturing with his chin toward the door.

He turned his head and saw Professor Umbridge emerge from the Trapdoor in the floor.

The students, who were chatting and laughing, suddenly fell silent. Professor Trelawney, who was walking around distributing "The Dream Interpretation Guide," heard the voices in the classroom suddenly lower and turned around.

"Good afternoon, Professor Trelawney," Professor Umbridge said with her usual beaming smile. "I'm sure you received my notification, which stated the time and date for checking your class."

As he said this, Professor Umbridge glanced at Harry again, almost imperceptibly.

Professor Trelawney nodded with a stern face, looking very unhappy, then turned her back to Professor Umbridge and continued distributing textbooks.

Umbridge, still all smiles, grabbed the back of the nearest armchair and pulled it to the front of the classroom, placing it a few inches behind Professor Trelawney's seat.

Then she sat down, took out her writing board from her fancy bag, and looked up expectantly, waiting for class to begin.

"Just watch," Ron whispered to Harry. "Umbridge might be up to something."

"What kind of work?" Harry asked in return.

"I don't know, but I do know that Professor Trelawney might be in trouble."

After saying this, Ron shook his head with some regret.

"It's a real shame," he said. "While I don't think Professor Trelawney is any great, I still think she doesn't deserve this—not enough to be tortured with such Pink Toad."

Professor Trelawney, of course, couldn't hear Harry and Ron's conversation. With her slightly trembling hands, she tightened the shawl wrapped around her and scrutinized the entire class through her glasses, which were thicker than the bottom of a wine bottle.

I wonder if her ears ever get tired, since wearing such big glasses must be quite tiring.

"Today we continue our study of prophetic dreams," she said in her usual enigmatic tone, though her voice trembled slightly. "Please pair up and, with the help of the Dream Interpretation Guide, interpret the scenes you've recently seen in each other's dreams."

"She's been very brave," Harry whispered to Ron. "Believe me, despite Professor Trelawney's penchant for issuing death pronouncements, she's actually quite afraid of losing her position as a professor at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. She's really scared."

"Is that why I suddenly don't feel sleepy anymore?" Ron's spirits lifted.

"My dear?" Professor Trelawney suddenly turned around and asked, "What are you talking about?"

"Oh," Harry said nonchalantly. "Professor, I just feel that today's class is a little different from usual. The extra person in the classroom makes me feel a little uncomfortable."

Professor Umbridge, who had been maintaining a fake smile, immediately stopped smiling after hearing Harry's words.

She took a deep breath, raised her head and looked straight ahead, her mind wandering to some wicked idea.

"Oh, this is a requirement of Educational Decree Number Twenty-Three, my dear," Professor Trelawney said, her voice unusually gentle. "You'll have to get used to it."

After saying that, she was about to walk back to her seat when she suddenly saw Professor Umbridge sitting next to her. She immediately turned to the left and walked toward Parvati and Lavender, who were already engrossed in discussing a dream Parvati had recently had.

"What have you been dreaming about lately?" Ron asked Harry in a low voice.

"I didn't dream about anything," Harry said, scratching his cheek. "Oh, I remember now, I dreamed about Pettigrew. He was so hungry in Azkaban that he turned into a mouse and caught a Pink Toad to eat."

He didn't lower his voice at all when he said this, and the whole class could hear him.

Professor Umbridge's expression grew even more somber, as if it could drip water.

The whole class was watching Harry. They knew Harry was brave, of course, but they didn't expect Harry to be so good at being sarcastic and sarcastic.

In front of Professor Umbridge, he made Pink Toad "—

Actually, we'd like to do that too.

Ron covered his mouth and chuckled.

"And what about you?" Harry asked Ron in return.

"Oh, my dream was pretty simple." Ron shrugged. "I dreamt that Professor Snape gave me a '0' on my paper, and his expression was as if he had just dealt with a dozen pink clams. Of course, I think he would have preferred to deal with toads rather than give me a '0'."

"Then it must be a dream, brother." Harry patted Ron on the shoulder. "I don't think Professor Snape would be so kind as to give you a '0' out of pity."

"Who says otherwise?" Ron shrugged. "I'd rather never eat a chicken leg again than believe Professor Snape would give me a '0'."

Just then, Professor Trelawney finally walked up to Umbridge.

"Look," Ron whispered, "The two of them have started talking. Wait, let's listen to what they're saying..."

Harry looked up and saw Umbridge writing something, while Professor Trelawney looked as if she had been seriously offended.

"So," Umbridge looked up at Trelawney and said, "How long have you been in this position, exactly?"

Professor Trelawney glared at her, crossed her arms, and shrugged her shoulders, as if trying to protect herself from this rude and unruly investigation.

But after staring for a while, Professor Trelawney seemed to realize that this was quite normal, so she said, "It's been almost sixteen years."

"It's been quite a while," Professor Umbridge said, making a few more notes on her whiteboard. "So, Professor Dumbledore appointed you?"

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

Professor Umbridge made a few more notes.

"Are you the great-great-granddaughter of the famous Seer Cassandra Trelawney?" she asked, looking up.

"Cassandra Trelawney?" Ron whispered to Harry. "That name sounds familiar."

"Because Miss Malfoy knows her," Harry said vaguely.

Over there, Professor Umbridge's clam-like mouth grinned even wider.

"Of course, you're the great-granddaughter of Cassandra Trelawney, the one known as the ' Oracle.' You both possess the Sight, don't you?" she said sweetly, jotting down a few more notes. "Well then, I wonder if you could Prophecy something for me, hmm?"

She looked up questioningly, her face still beaming with a smile.

Professor Trelawney tensed up instantly, seemingly unable to believe her ears.

"I don't understand what you mean," she said, as if she were very cold, pulling the shawl around her neck.

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

As soon as these words were spoken, the students in the classroom were immediately drawn to them.

Who doesn't know that Professor Trelawney's Prophecy always result in death or injury? Everyone wants to see what Professor Umbridge's expression will be when her death is Prophecy.

Will he be furious? Will he feel humiliated? Or will he just take it as a joke?

However, Professor Trelawney heard these words and felt something else entirely.

She was so angry that her thin body was shaking.

After a long pause, she said angrily, "The Heavenly Eye won't observe your destiny just because you give orders!"

"I understand," Professor Umbridge said casually, as if she were talking about something insignificant.

She wrote a few strokes on her writing board.

"Etc--"

Professor Trelawney suddenly looked up, her vision blurred, as if a genetic lock had been unlocked.

She used that ethereal voice again, staring blankly at Umbridge, muttering to herself.

"That person—that person is about to return from the brink of death and life, I see it, I see it—disaster is drawing ever closer, lightning has struck the fountain, something black has obscured the sky—and you, you will face terrible danger!"

At this point, Professor Trelawney pointed a trembling finger at Umbridge.

Professor Umbridge still wore that professional fake smile, revealing eight teeth, almost good enough to be a greeter at Gringotts —if only she were a little prettier.

"Well, if that's all you've got," Professor Umbridge said with a forced smile.

She lowered her head and scribbled on the writing board for a long time.

Professor Trelawney stood there, staring blankly at Umbridge sitting on the stool, her chest heaving violently as if she had suffered some great insult.

"It's pathetic," Ron sighed, then whispered to Harry, "I don't think that Pink Toad knows anything about respect, do you think?"

"Alright, Ron, this has nothing to do with us," Harry said in a low voice. "But I think Professor Trelawney's Prophecy are sometimes quite accurate. Remember when Prophecy the flu? Like this—oh, and by the way, don't you think Umbridge is really in great danger?"

"You mean?" Ron grinned.

"Oh, it's not what you think," Harry said, patting Ron on the shoulder. "Come on, buddy, why would I attack a professor?"

"So you admit you'd attack the professor, right?" Ron muttered, pursing his lips.

Harry didn't say anything, but remarked wistfully, "I remember Neville's Chinese chomping cabbage was growing quite well, wasn't it?"

"You mean?" Ron grinned again.

"I think your Twins brothers would be very interested, so I've decided to place an order," Harry said in a low voice. "To research some prank gadgets that we might be able to put on some annoying guys."

"Great idea!" Ron clapped his hands.

"Of course, I have some other thoughts that I need to discuss with them in detail," Harry said.

However, at this moment, Professor Trelawney had somehow recovered.

She walked over to Harry and Ron, poking Ron's forehead with her finger.

"Let me see your diary, my dear," she said loudly. "Let me see it!"

Having no other choice, Ron took out his Dream Diary and handed it to Trelawney.

Professor Trelawney, disregarding Ron's feelings, began to recount Ron's dream at the top of her lungs, including the story of how he received a "." in Potions Class, filling the classroom with a cheerful atmosphere.

"I suddenly don't feel sorry for her anymore," Ron said indignantly. "As the saying goes, there's always a reason why someone is pitiful, and every wicked person has their own wicked side. I don't think it's so bad to let that toad torment Professor Trelawney a bit."

Harry didn't say anything, he just laughed gleefully.

"But I believe," Professor Trelawney's voice rang out again, "That these dreams are not without basis; they represent—."

"Grim?" Ron interrupted her, guessing that Professor Trelawney wasn't in the mood for anything nice.

"No, it's not Grim," Professor Trelawney said, her chin trembling. "It means your life is about to undergo a dramatic change."

"Oh, that's like saying nothing at all," Ron said, rolling his eyes.

"My dear," Professor Trelawney said mysteriously, "This Christmas, you will receive the best Christmas present of your life."

"Really?" Ron chuckled.

God knows, in Professor Trelawney's class, everyone was always receiving various death pronouncements, but no one ever received such Prophecy like him.

As the saying goes, a twitching left eye means good fortune, while a twitching right eye is superstition. The same goes for the students at Hogwarts. Prophecy my death is superstition, but Prophecy I will receive the best Christmas present of my life?

Sorry, Professor, I admit I was a little loud just now, but you really are the best Divination Class professor ever at Hogwarts.

That's exactly what Ron was thinking.

"And you, my dear," Professor Trelawney suddenly looked at Harry, her voice resonating with that murmured tone, "In the endless darkness, I saw—I saw the brightest Savior Star!"

Harry looked at himself.

Oh, so I'm the Savior Star, right?

When class ended, Professor Umbridge was the first to leave the classroom.

"I think you should be careful, Professor Trelawney," Harry warned Trelawney.

"What am I supposed to be careful about?" Professor Trelawney looked up in confusion, clearly not understanding what Harry meant.

"Oh, it's nothing." Harry smiled and said again, "Then I'll be going now, goodbye—Professor."