I swung a sword at Hogwarts

Chapter 290 Sybil and Umbridge

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

Therefore, fifth grade is also a time when the workload is heavy.

To John, none of this mattered much.

If it weren't for the annual mission reward, he wouldn't even come.

The professors also knew this. As a perennial number one student, they turned a blind eye to John's behavior of slacking off in class.

John hardly ever attended classes in subjects like Muggle Studies and Arithmancy.

The subject professor had no objection, after all, John's exam score was still first.

Professor Flitwick, the professor of Charms, would sometimes discuss the application of spells with John, and John benefited a lot from Professor Flitwick.

As a duelling tournament champion, Professor Flitwick uses the academic style of fighting.

He has achieved a high level of accomplishment in both individual combat and creation.

"Mr. Wick, your idea is very good. Flexible application of Transfiguration can indeed occasionally create unexpected good effects." Professor Flitwick said sharply, "I have seen a wizard win a competition by conjuring up a banana peel. Even he didn't expect that the other party would step on it when casting a spell."

During the break, John met Professor Flitwick and talked to him.

The two of them chatted happily, and Professor Flitwick said, "You're going to Divination? Professor Trelawney is the most special one on the staff."

He looked around, and John lowered his head when he saw this, and then he heard Professor Flitwick say carefully, "In fact, we never thought that Dumbledore would let her take the job. Sometimes, she is, uh, like a Muggle fortune teller."

Professor Flitwick was being polite. John chuckled and said, "Professor Trelawney is sometimes not in line with her professionalism."

"An investigator has come from the Ministry of Magic to investigate the education situation at Hogwarts," said Professor Flitwick. "Professor Trelawney may be in trouble."

Although he sometimes felt that Trelawney was a liar, Professor Flitwick still gave her a friendly reminder.

The person named Umbridge came with bad intentions. She wandered around the various schools, writing something with a pen in her hand.

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

He was very keen to sense the change in the Ministry of Magic's attitude towards Hogwarts, and old Barty's appointment was bound to carry out policy reforms.

Old Barty was different from Fudge. During Fudge's career as a minister, he was more focused on maintaining the status quo of the wizarding world.

Batty Sr. is ambitious and will make reforms in some areas.

The first area is education.

Dumbledore's role is not as great as before.

...

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

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

She sat aside, causing Trelawney a lot of pressure.

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

But she was not proficient in this ability, or perhaps because of her bloodline, she was unable to use it well.

More often than not, she uses a method similar to that of a charlatan to make people believe in her predictions.

She has 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 a decade and there was nowhere else for her to go.

When she learned that she would be investigated, she was extremely panicked.

Trelawney looked at Umbridge from time to time, feeling uneasy.

The situation did not ease until John came over. She quickened her pace and came to John with excitement.

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

She was like she was welcoming a distinguished guest, her words were a little flustered and incoherent.

John said helplessly, "Professor, have you forgotten that I have to come to class?"

With John, Trelawney felt more confident.

Although I can't do it, there is someone here who can really predict the future.

She escorted John to his seat respectfully, as if John was not a student but her life-saving straw.

When Harry came over, he saw Trelawney with a stern face, and he was surprised to see the woman in pink that he had seen at the start-of-term banquet.

Not long after he sat down, Ron came up.

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

"Fine," Harry muttered.

"But Hermione said she wished you wouldn't get mad at us so easily," said Ron glumly.

Harry protested, a little angrily, "I didn't."

"I'm just passing on a message." Ron also felt that Harry had been very irritable recently. "I think she's right. You shouldn't take out the grievances you've suffered from others on us."

"I never said that," Harry had just finished speaking when Trelawney spoke up.

"Hello, students," said Trelawney's usual vague, dreamy voice. "Welcome back to Divination class. I have been keeping an eye on your fortunes over the summer, and I am very glad to see you back safe and sound."

Trelawney gradually recovered. Her classes were usually filled with a mysterious atmosphere, and the strong smell of tea made people's minds blurry.

Today's lesson is to study the "Guide to Dream Interpretation". Dreams are the easiest way for wizards to access prophecies.

Because there are often various hints in dreams, learning to interpret dreams is to decipher these hints and thus obtain a prediction or survey of the future.

Of course, this kind of thing also requires talent.

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

Some things are destined from birth, and divination is one of them.

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

John looked at Neville next to him.

Neville tried to remember the dream he had, which was...

"Cough cough."

A high-pitched, shrill voice. Trelawney looked over and saw it was Umbridge.

She had a log book in her hand and wrote, "So, how long have you been in this position?"

Trelawney glared at her, crossed her arms, and said in a very sullen tone, "Nearly sixteen years."

"It's been quite a while." Umbridge wrote a few more words in the record book.

"Dumbledore hired you?"

"Yes."

Umbridge continued writing, "You are the great-great-granddaughter of the Prophet Cassandra Trelawney?"

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

"You are the first person in your family to have second sight since Cassandra Trelawney?"

The second sight is also called the wisdom eye or the third eye.

Speaking of this, Trelawney said with a guilty conscience: "These things are often passed down from one generation to another, uh, three generations."

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

"Something about the standard of education at Hogwarts." Umbridge giggled like a girl, giving people goose bumps. "I wonder if you can predict something for me?"

Although she was smiling, Umbridge gave people an uncomfortable feeling.

Trelawney hadn't expected that she would let herself make a prophecy. She seemed offended. "I don't understand what you mean."

"I hope you can make a prophecy for me. You are the Divination professor, right?" Umbridge said clearly.

Trelawney straightened herself up and said indignantly, "The Third Eye will not see on command!"

"Got it," said Umbridge, writing rapidly in the log book.

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

She saw John from the corner of her eye and grasped at straws, "I think having my students come here will better reflect my level."

She spoke quickly, then cast an expectant look on John.

"Wick, boy, dear, show me what you can do."

After all, Trelawney was the teacher who taught John the ability of divination, and although it was unreliable at times, the skills were still real.

"Haha," Umbridge laughed a pretentious girlish laugh and looked at the struggling Trelawney with contempt.

To be honest, if this person had not been sent in by John himself, he would have already thought about how to send Umbridge away.

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

"I think I can give it a try." John stood up and looked at Umbridge calmly.

Isn't it just a prophecy?

It’s not impossible. John raised an eyebrow and said, “Do you want to achieve it in the short term or in the long term?”

Still have a choice?

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

"Ok."

John just looked at Umbridge.

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

Those white eyes make people feel creepy.

"You will have a disaster today, when you go down those stairs."

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Chapter 291 Hilde and Defense Against the Dark Arts

Umbridge only felt uncomfortable about the prophecy, and then smiled contemptuously.

It seemed to be telling Trelawney to get ready to leave Hogwarts.

Harry and Ron also felt that the prophecy was too hasty and seemed completely made up.

But after class, they heard Umbridge screaming.

As everyone looked on, one of Umbridge's feet was dragged into the trickster's staircase.

Unfortunately, she was holding something in her hand at the time and the pen almost stabbed her eyes.

After pulling her leg out, she limped to the school hospital.

Lavender and the Pertie sisters looked at John in admiration and asked, "How did you know that?"

"Prophecy, and... little tricks." John smiled mysteriously.

Peeves came out from the stairs on the side, as if he wanted to see which unlucky ghost had been tricked.

He was a little disappointed to see that it was not a student.

There is also Defense Against the Dark Arts class in the afternoon.

The class of the beautiful teacher, Oz Heard.

Apart from anything else, the boys' enthusiasm has been aroused.

Just like in second grade, Lockhart was motivating the girls in class.

The Defense Against the Dark Arts class changes every year, depending on the professor's preferences.

In this Defense Against the Dark Arts class, there are various small props in the classroom.