Harry returns from Hogwarts Legacy

Chapter 334 The Senior Investigator's First Battle
In the afternoon, it's Professor Trelawney's divination class. This class may be boring, but I still have to go.

Sitting in the classroom, Harry was about to pull out his support frame so he could have 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 his 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.

Professor Birdridge, 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 that, 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 a 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 work in pairs and, with the help of the Dream Interpretation Guide, interpret the scenes your partner has recently seen in their 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. There’s one more person in the classroom, which makes me 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 filled with some wicked idea.

“Oh, this is a requirement of Education Order No. 23, my dear,” Professor Trelawney said, her voice unusually gentle. “You must learn 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 Peter 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, but they didn't expect him to be so sarcastic.

In front of Professor Umbridge, he made sarcastic remarks about the "pink toad"...

Actually, we'd like to do that too.

Ron covered his mouth and chuckled.

"And what about you?" Harry asked Ron.

“Oh, my dream was pretty simple.” Ron shrugged. “I dreamt that Professor Snape gave me an ‘O’ on my paper, and his expression was as if he had personally dealt with a dozen pink toads. Of course, I think he would have preferred to deal with the toads rather than give me an ‘O’.”

“Then it must be a dream, brother.” Harry reached out and patted Ron on the shoulder. “I don’t think Professor Snape would be so kind as to give you an ‘O’ out of pity.”

“Who says otherwise?” Ron shrugged. “I’d rather never eat a chicken leg again than believe Professor Snape would give me an ‘O’.”

Just then, Professor Trelawney finally walked up to Umbridge.

“Look,” Ron whispered, “they’ve started talking. Wait, let’s hear 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 unfriendly 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 prophet 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 toad-like mouth grinned even wider.

“Of course, you are the great-great-granddaughter of Cassandra Trelawney, the one known as the ‘Prophet.’ You both possess vision, don’t you?” she said sweetly, jotting down a few more notes. “Well, I wonder if you could foresee something for me, hmm?”

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

Professor Trelawney tensed up instantly, as if she couldn't believe her ears. "I don't understand what you mean," she said, then, as if she were very cold, she pulled 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 prophecies always result in death or injury? Everyone wants to see what Professor Umbridge's expression will be when her death is predicted.

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 will not observe your destiny just because you give orders!"

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

She made a few more notes on her writing board.

"and many more……"

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 saw it, I saw it...Disaster is drawing ever closer. Lightning struck the fountain, something black 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’re capable of,” 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 predictions are sometimes quite accurate. Remember when she predicted the flu? Like this—oh, and 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 said in a low voice, pursing his lips.

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

"You mean?" Ron grinned again.

“I think your twin brothers would be very interested, so I’ve decided to place an order,” Harry said in a low voice. “I’m going to research some prank gadgets that we can probably 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 didn't care about Ron's feelings and started telling everyone Ron's dream at the top of her lungs, including the story of how he got an 'o' in Potions class. The classroom was filled with a cheerful atmosphere for a moment.

“I suddenly don’t feel sorry for her anymore,” Ron said indignantly. “As the saying goes, every pitiful person has something hateful about them, and every wicked person has someone else to torment them. I think it’s not so bad to let that toad torment Professor Trelawney.”

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…”

“Ominous?” Ron interrupted her, guessing that Professor Trelawney wasn’t holding back any good words.

“No, it’s not an ominous sign,” Professor Trelawney said, her chin trembling. “It means your life is about to undergo a dramatic change.”

“Oh, that’s the same as saying nothing at all,” Ron said, rolling his eyes.

“My dear…” Professor Trelawney said mysteriously, “This Christmas, you will receive the best Christmas gift of your life…”

“Really?” Ron chuckled.

God knows, in Professor Trelawney's divination class, everyone always received various death pronouncements, but never did anyone receive such a 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. They say that predicting my death is superstition, but predicting that I will receive the best Christmas present of my life is superstition.

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

That's exactly what Ron was thinking.

“And you, my dear.” Professor Trelawney suddenly looked at Harry, and once again used that murmured tone, “In the boundless darkness, I saw… I saw the brightest star of salvation!”

Harry looked at himself.

Oh, so I'm the savior, right?

When get out of 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, clearly not understanding what Harry meant.

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

(End of this chapter)