Harry Potter’s Book of Sin

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

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

"Huh? But... you know, my dreams are always vague after I learned Occlumency... Didn't I tell you?" Harry squeezed his hair, "Um...what What about the dream...Can you give me a hint?"

"Keywords... or Snape?" Ron spread his hands.

"No, this one has been used too many times...ah...that...yes!" Harry suddenly lit up, "Umbridge! Yes, I dreamt that Umbridge was stuffed into a fully automatic How about drowning in the gilded crucible?"

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

While talking, he opened the "Guide to Dream Interpretation" in front of him.

When Ron was flipping through the book, trying to interpret such a ridiculous dream based on keywords and Harry's age, Harry looked up at the front.

Trelawney was standing beside Neville, checking his dream diary.Umbridge also followed, guarding behind Trelawney, and the quill kept recording something on her writing board.

It can be seen that Trelawney has an unnatural look on her face, and her speech has become stiff.

"By the way, what night did you'dre' this dream?" Ron asked without looking up while deducing according to the formula in the "Dream Interpretation Guide".

"Huh? Any day...just last night, last night just fine!"

Harry didn't care about the dream he made up, he just wanted to hear the conversation between Umbridge and Trelawney.

The two of them were separated by a table now, Umbridge had just noted something on the clipboard, and Trelawney seemed very annoyed.

"...Then," Umbridge asked in a crisp, girlish voice, leaning against Trelawney, "To be precise...How long have you been in Hogwarts?"

Trelawney is obviously quite uncomfortable with Umbridge, a tender-looking old woman. She crossed her arms across her chest, hugged herself tightly, curled her neck, raised her shoulders, and even used a victim He stared at her hard.

Seeing her like that, it seems that she feels extremely insecure now.

After thinking about it a little bit in my heart, Trelawney seemed to think that the problem was harmless.As a teacher, it is not uncommon for her to answer such questions, but it may be beneficial.

So, she mustered up the courage, but still a little bit sternly said: "Almost... sixteen years!"

"That's... the time is not short." The sweetness of the smile on Umbridge's thick foundation face rose again. "So then... Principal Dumbledore hired you?"

"Yes!" Trelawney nodded affirmatively.

"Really..." Umbridge wrote a few more pens.

"By the way, I saw that there are data records. You are the great-great-granddaughter of Cassandra Trelawney, the famous prophet?"

"That's it!" At the mention of her family background, Trelawney not only straightened her chest, but also raised her head higher.

"Oh, is that so..."

Umbridge recorded it again, and then raised his head again, but his eyes became somewhat meaningful.

"The Prophet...? Hmm...So, since Cassandra, you are the only one in the Trelawney family who has that...'second vision'?"

"Strictly speaking, it is like this..." Trelawney raised her head and said, "This kind of blood is usually awakened after generations...well...or after several generations..."

When Umbridge heard it, the corners of her mouth widened.

"Oh, of course..." she said greasyly, and memorized a few more words, "Since it takes several generations to wake up one... Then, I wonder if you can make a prediction for me. What, huh?"

Umbridge didn't change his smile, but he moved closer, and Trelawney's whole body was suddenly tense with the sweet smell of panicking perfume.

"Prophecy? Ah...yes, no...no," Trelawney grabbed the corner of her shawl, "what did you just say?"

"Prophecy, you heard it right... it's a prophecy!" Umbridge pressed forward step by step, "It's just a prophecy. Don't you have a'second vision'? Use it to look at me, very Simple, isn't it?"

"But..." Trelawney held her shawl tightly, her lips trembling.

"Yes, yes..." Umbridge looked at her deeply, the curvature of the corners of his mouth and eyes further increased at the same time, "The blood of the Prophet is getting less and less! Don't worry, I will use this feather for your prediction. I wrote it down "well" with the pen! Not even a word bad?"

Probably because the stimulation from Maca was too great, Umbridge urgently 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 Trelawney, watching her trembling, not knowing whether it was angry or nervous, the bracelet on her hand was shaken by her.

"My'Tianmu' will not be ordered to open! The interpretation of the future is about nature!" She held back for a while, but just squeezed out these two words abruptly.

"Is that so?" Umbridge shrugged indifferently, and then wrote on the tablet again.

"No, wait! Don't... this..." Trelawney became more panicked when she saw that quill was moving again, "I... uh... I, I, I, see... look Here it is! It's about... Ah, black! Black is covering you... Danger! Extreme danger!"

She seemed to try to find the usual vain tone, but the unstoppable tremor destroyed the ethereal and mysterious, and she became more and more funny.

"...Uh, ah...that is...tomb!"

Trelawney took a deep breath and jabbed a finger in front of Umbridge’s nose, but Umbridge’s smile did not even change at all, she just looked at Trelawney in a good time.

That feeling...Yes, it's like seeing the kind of pity in the eyes of a fool.

"...I'm afraid...you will encounter a life crisis!" Trelawney took a step back with a suffocation, ending her prediction.

Then there was an embarrassing silence.

"...Really?" Umbridge raised his eyebrows, and scribbled the last few strokes on the tablet, still muttering in a voice that Trelawney could just hear, "Is that so... When I went to St. Mungo for an inspection last time, there were a few patients who were much better than these..."

"How do I feel that Professor Trelawney, who is usually so annoying, is a bit pitiful now..."

Ron fumbled a few times in his pocket, took out a handful of chubby candies, picked one into his mouth, and crunched it.

"Really?" Harry said, tilting his head. "Well, that's also... it's pathetic."

While talking, he picked a random one from Ron's hand and threw it in his mouth.

"Is this the end of this scene? I don't think I have watched enough yet..."

At this moment, Umbridge turned around suddenly, passed Harry, and walked to the back of the classroom.The deeply shocked Professor Trelawney covered her mouth, subconsciously chased for two steps, and finally stopped blankly.

It was these two steps that made her just stand beside Harry.

"Huh? Where did you get this chocolate candy... this..." Harry had just chewed, suddenly his eyes stared, "Ha—"

A puff of white smoke came out of his mouth suddenly, covering Trelawney's entire face.

"Oh! Cough cough cough..." Harry coughed, and there was a clear blush on his face, he said with difficulty, "Ron...cough cough...what are you eating?"

"Ah? It's just Honey Duke's...Oh!" Ron looked down and found that there were a few black ones mixed in the candy, "This is a trial work by Fred and George..."

"Whhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh what?

"I heard that Maca is... uh..."

Ron just wanted to explain, but he stopped immediately, and he reached out his hand and pointed behind Harry.

"Behind! Look behind!"

"Why...cough, what's the matter?"

Harry looked back and was taken aback.

At this moment, at Harry's desk, Trelawney somehow lowered her head.

Her unkempt long light brown hair was windless, and fluttered openly, her whole face was covered by those hair like octopus tentacles, looking very strange.

"Ho... ho ho... Ticking..."

A hoarse and low voice from somewhere deep in the throat, with irregular tremors of her body.The thick round-frame glasses at the bottom of the crucible also fell to the ground, making a "click" sound.

To say that Harry had also seen Trelawney's true prophetic gesture, but it was far from being so exaggerated this time-would her hair float by itself?Is she still human?

Umbridge, who had just walked to the end of the classroom, also heard the low and weird sound. She suddenly turned around and looked at Trelawney's appearance, but the disdain in her eyes was even worse.

"Professor Trelawney, do I have any signs of death again?" She was still smiling, but there was no smile in her eyes, "...well, yes, it's black, right? You see , I think my Prophet’s bloodline is also awakened!"

"Crack...Ticket...huh...Ticket..."

Trelawney's voice suddenly became extremely old, and the predictions that should have been vaguely became unusually clear.

"The sin is...resurrected, silently...the one...end!"