Harry Potter’s Book of Sin

“Quick, think of a dream!” he said to Ron. “Professor Trelawny is here!”

“The last time I said it,” Ron protested. “It’s your turn this time, isn’t it?”

“Oh? But… you know, after I learned Occlumency, my dreams were always vague… Didn’t I tell you?” Harry squinted his hair. “Well… what dreams… …can you give me a hint?”

“Keywords… or Snape?” Ron spread his hand.

“No, this has been used too many times… ah… that… yes!” Harry suddenly blinked. “Umbridge! Yes, I dreamed that Umbridge was drowned in a fully automatic gold-plated cauldron. how about it?”

“hahaha Ha…you mean the one I gave to Marx?” Ron groaned and smiled and shivered. “This is good! It’s detailed enough… and Professor Trelawny likes it!”

As he spoke, he opened the “The Dream Oracle” in front of him.

When Ron was flipping through the book, trying to interpret such a ridiculous dream by numbers like keywords and Harry’s age, Harry looked up at the front.

Trelawny is standing beside Neville and checking his dream diary. Umbridge followed and stayed behind Trelawny, and Quill kept recording on her tablet.

It can be seen that Trelawny’s face is full of unnatural expression, and even his speech becomes stiff.

“Right, what night did you do ‘dream’?” Ron asked according to the formula in “The Dream Oracle” and asked without lifting his head.

“en? I will do it all the time… just last night, just last night!”

Harry didn’t care about his dreams, he just wanted to hear the conversation between Umbridge and Trelawny.

The two men are now separated from them by a table. Umbridge just remembered something on the tablet, and Trelawny seems very annoyed.

“…then,” Umbridge leaned around Trelawny and asked with a crisp young girl. “Exactly… How long have you been at Hogwarts?”

Trelawny is obviously not suitable for Umbridge, an old woman who is tender, her arms are intertwined in her chest, holding her tightly, shrinking her neck, shoulders high, and even trying to squat with a victim’s eyes. she was.

Seeing her like that seems to feel that she is extremely insecure now.

With a little bit of thought in his heart, Trelawny seems to think that the problem is harmless. As a teacher, she has no problem answering such questions, but it may still be beneficial.

So she got the courage, but she still sighed and said: “Almost… sixteen years!”

“That’s…the time is not too short.” Umbridge’s thick face, the sweetness of the smile rose again. “So to say…Headmaster Dumbledore hired you?”

“Yes!” Trelawny was definitely nodded.

“Yes…” Umbridge wrote a few more pens.

“Right, I saw that there is information that you are the famous Seer – the grandson of Cassandra Trelawny?”

“That’s it!” As soon as he mentioned his own family, Trelawny not only stood up, but also raised his head even higher.

“Oh, is this…”

Umbridge recorded it again, then lifted his head again, but his eyes became a bit more meaningful.

“Prophet…? Well… So, after Cassandra, you are the one in the Trelawny family, the one who has that… the second vision?”

“Strictly speaking, this is the case…” Trelawny said, holding his head up. “This kind of bloodline is usually a generation… oh… or wake up after several generations…”

As soon as Umbridge heard, her mouth was even wider.

“Oh, of course…” she said sweetly, and wrote down a few words. “Since it is necessary to “send several generations” to wake up one… then, I don’t know if you can make a prediction for me. What, huh?”

Umbridge smiled, but it got closer, and a sweet, flustered perfume made Trelawny feel tight all over.

“Prophecy? Ah… yes, no… no,” Trelawny grabbed the corner of the shawl. “What did you just say?”

“Prophecy, you hear it right… it is prophecy!” Umbridge stepped tightly. “Just be a prophecy. You don’t have a ‘second vision’? Use it to see me, it’s simple, not ?”

“But…” Trelawny glared at the shawl and his lips smashed.

“Yes, yes…” Umbridge looked at her deeply, and the curvature of the corners of the mouth and the corners of the eyes increased at the same time. “The prophet bloodline is getting less and less! Rest assured, your prediction will use this quill’ well. ‘Remember it! A word is not bad?”

Probably because the stimulus at Marx was too great, Umbridge needed to find a sense of accomplishment elsewhere, and Professor Trelawny, who seemed to be the best to deal with, seemed to be her first victim.

The eyes in the classroom were concentrated on Trelawny, watching her tremble, not knowing whether it was mad or nervous, and the bracelet on her hand was shaken by her.

“My ‘Tianmu’ is not going to be opened! It is natural to interpret the future!” She stunned for a while, but only forcibly squeezed out these two sentences.

“So?” Umbridge shrugged indifferently and then remembered it on the tablet.

“No, wait! Don’t… this…” Trelawny saw that Quill was moving again, and she was even more panicked. “I… um… I, I, see… I saw it! It’s about …ah, black !black is covering you… dangerous! Extremely dangerous!”

She seems to be trying to find the usual illusory tone, but the trembling that can’t stop ruining the ethereal and mysterious, and more and more funny.

“… um, ah… that’s… the tomb!”

Trelawny deep took a deep breath, slammed into Umbridge’s nose, but Umbridge’s smile did not even change. She just looked at Trelawny.

That feeling… Yes, it’s like seeing a pitiful look like a fool.

“…I am afraid…you will experience a crisis of life!” Trelawny took a step back and ended her prediction.

Then there was an embarrassing silence.

“… is it?” Umbridge raised his eyebrows and stroked the last few strokes on the tablet. The mouth was also whispered with the sound that Trelawny could just hear. “So?… I went to St. Mungo’s last time. At the time of the review, there are several patients who are much better than these few…”

“How do I feel that Professor Tralawny, who is so annoying at ordinary times, is a little bit pitiful at this moment…”

Ron groped for a few times from his pocket, pulled out a round candy, picked one into his mouth, and chewed it.

“Is it?” Harry snorted. “Well, yes… weird.”

As he spoke, he picked up one from Ron and threw it into his mouth.

“Is this scene finished? I always feel that I haven’t seen enough…”

Just then, Umbridge turned around and passed by Harry, heading for the classroom. The deeply attacked Professor Trelawny pouted and subconsciously chased two steps and eventually stopped.

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

“en? Where did you get this chocolate candy… this…” Harry just chewed a few times and suddenly his eyes slammed, “Ha-“

A white smoke popped out of his mouth, covering Trelawny’s entire face.

“Oh! cough cough cough…” Harry coughed, his face flushed red, and he said hard, “Ron…cough cough…what are you eating?”

“Ah? It’s just Honeydukes… Aiya!” Ron looked down and found that there was a few blacks in the candy. “This is a trial by Fred and George…”

“Wh…cough cough cough…what?” Harry asked as he coughed. “Try it? There is… cough cough, what’s the role?”

“I heard that Marx is also…hey…”

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

“Back! Look behind!”

“How… cough, what?”

Harry looked back and was shocked.

At the moment, just at Harry’s desk, Trelawny dropped his head somehow.

Her unkempt pale brown long hair was windless and automatic, and she was floating in the open air. The whole face was covered up by the hair like the octopus tentacles, and it looked very strange.

“Hey…hey…Tikka…”

A sound from a place deep in the throat is hoarse and low, with her body tremoring irregularly. The round frame glasses with thick cauldron also fell to the ground and made a “pa ta” sound.

To say that Harry has also seen Trelawny’s true prophecy, but that is far from being so exaggerated – will her hair float on her own? Is she still human?

Umbridge, who had just reached the end of the classroom, heard the low and strange sound. She suddenly turned back and looked at Trelawny’s appearance, but the disdain in her eyes was even worse.

“Professor Trelawny, do I have any signs of death?” She still smiles, but she has no smiles in her eyes. “…Yeah, yes, it’s black, are you? You see, I think My prophet bloodline is also awakened!”

“Hey…Takaka…哼…Takaka…”

Trelawny’s voice suddenly became very old, and the prophecy, which should have been ambiguous, was extremely abnormally clear.

“Sin is…recovering, Obscurus…the end…the end!”