The class bell finally rang, making Umbridge breathe a sigh of relief, though she was still gritting her teeth.
Harley had turned back around so decisively—it was obvious she had never expected to get an answer from Umbridge.
Then what had that little stunt of hers been earlier? Wasn't she just making a fool of her?
This only deepened Umbridge's hatred for Harley. After all, she was a petty, vindictive person.
But Umbridge could not lash out yet, so she could only keep her face piled with smiles.
Professor Trelawney, standing at the very front of the classroom, felt the exact opposite of Umbridge. She sincerely thought Harley was a good student, and that all her efforts had not been in vain.
Although Harley lacked spiritual sensitivity and had no talent for Divination, and although the homework she handed in was impractical, inconsistent with the textbook, and lacked the ethereal brilliance possessed by a Divination talent like herself, one blessed with the Inner Eye and keen sight—
She had never given up on Harley. She had always "carefully" guided her.
Sure, she had also coveted Harley's fame and wanted to use her attendance in Divination to attract more students, but had she given up on her or not?
And now, without any communication or discussion with her at all, Harley had taken the initiative to hold Umbridge off, preventing her from continuing to oppress Trelawney with her gaze and buying her precious time to think before class.
Of course, Professor Trelawney did not need students to buy her time because she had failed to prepare her lesson. She was merely afraid that this vicious witch would pick faults with her.
After all, Divination had always emphasized that one's appearance reflected one's heart. Umbridge was so ugly that she had to