Chapter 663: Feudal Superstition Is Unacceptable

In the Divination classroom on the roof of the North Tower of Hogwarts, Professor Sybill Trelawney was sitting with her legs crossed in front of a small round table, her hands clasped above a crystal ball on the table, and her mouth There are words written every time.

Directly opposite Professor Trelawney, Dolores Umbridge, who was wearing a pink cardigan, was looking at her nervously.

As the hands above the crystal ball swayed slightly, the messy jewelry on Professor Trelawney's body collided with each other, making a jingling sound.

At the same time, a faint, milky white glow emanated from Professor Trelawney's body, which was particularly conspicuous in the dim divination classroom, and made Professor Trelawney look full of sanctity.

An expression of surprise immediately appeared on Umbridge's face. She held her breath, for fear of disturbing Professor Trelawney, and twisted the stubby fingers of her hands together, reflecting her inner nervousness.

"I saw……"

Professor Trelawney said in her specially trained ethereal and ethereal voice, while widening her eyes and looking at the crystal ball in front of her.

It's just that although she looked in the direction of the crystal ball, her eyes had no focus, as if she were looking at something that didn't exist in the real world. After magnifying it with her weird glasses, it looked like Scary and mysterious.

"I saw..." she repeated again, "that's a tree, a very special tree..." She frowned tightly, as if she saw something terrible, and it seemed like she was seeing something terrible. It's like something is covered.

After a long pause, Professor Trelawney continued in an ethereal and ethereal voice: "What you desire...you can find clues under that tree...it can bring you unexpected surprises and... Disaster...danger and opportunity coexist...it depends on how you choose..."

After Professor Trelawney said the last words, it was as if all the strength in her body had been drained away, and her whole body collapsed, and the milky white glow on her body also dimmed.

"Master Sybil! Can you be more specific?" Umbridge asked eagerly as soon as Professor Trelawney's "prophecy" ended.

Moreover, her stubby body was leaning forward as much as possible, almost pressing her upper body on the small round table.

"I remember what I should have told you before, Dolores." Professor Trelawney supported the edge of the table, "reluctantly" raised her body, and said in a weak tone: "The future is uncertain, even for me. You can only glimpse a small part of your destiny.”

"Of course, of course, Sybil." Umbridge showed a flattering smile and boasted: "But I know nothing about the art of divination, and a divination master like you should be able to analyze more from the prophecies. A lot of stuff, isn’t it?”

"Okay...for your sake..." Professor Trelawney sighed, and nodded reluctantly, "But I have to take a rest first. Even I will still... Feeling strenuous.”

"This is as it should be!" Umbridge nodded repeatedly.

Instead of urging Professor Trelawney, she took the initiative to run aside, took the copper teapot burning on the stove and the teacups on the shelf, and poured the tea diligently.

After Professor Trelawney slowly drank a cup of scented tea, she seemed to regain a little energy. Her rickety body sat up slightly, then she cleared her throat and said, "Just as I just predicted, you The thing you are looking for is under a rather special tree..."

Before Umbridge could ask, she shook her head and said, "As for what kind of tree it is, I'm sorry, I couldn't see it clearly. All I can confirm is that it is a relatively 'young' tree, and Relatively rare.”

"Then...that disaster?" Umbridge asked cautiously.

The last time Professor Trelawney predicted her doom, she was turned into a toad not long after, which also caused her to fall into the situation where she could be raped at any time, so when she heard it again The word "disaster" popped out of Professor Trelawney's mouth, and Umbridge suddenly felt frightened.

"That was a more dangerous disaster than your last time..." Professor Trelawney said, making Umbridge even more frightened.

Then she continued: "But as I just said, danger often coexists with opportunity, and there are also possibilities that can allow you to solve your current dilemma and even take you further."

"And you have to be involved," Trelawney added as Umbridge struggled, adding a proverb - "What you risk, you get nothing."

Umbridge's expression became even more tangled, her toad face almost twisted into a ball.

"I understand. Thank you for your advice, Master Sybil." Umbridge struggled for a long time and seemed to still have not made up her mind, but she did not intend to continue nagging Professor Trelawney here.

She put her fat, short palm into the small pink handbag she carried with her, and took out a bracelet made of a bunch of black beads. The material of the beads could not be seen clearly, but she could feel it. This bracelet must be quite old.

Then, Umbridge handed the bracelet to Professor Trelawney.

"I have nothing to thank you for, Sybil." She said flatteringly, her voice softer than usual, more like a little girl, "This is a gift from a friend of mine from the Burke family. I think it suits you very well."

In fact, this is what Umbridge bought from Borgin and Burke's in Knockturn Alley. In order to make herself a pure-blood wizard, she bought a lot of antiques that could be used as "proof" in private, and this bracelet was one of them.

Professor Trelawney just glanced at it lightly, then retracted her gaze and did not reach out to take it.

"You can't refuse it this time, Sybil." Umbridge stuffed the bracelet into Professor Trelawney's hand, "You just spent a lot of effort to make a prophecy for me. Even if you don't intend to accept my payment, I can't be indifferent. This is just a small thank you gift."

"Okay." Professor Trelawney nodded calmly and said, "Then I'll accept it."

As she said that, she casually put the bracelet on her left wrist and mixed it with a pile of bracelets that had been there for a long time.

Seeing that Professor Trelawney accepted her gift, Umbridge stood up and said goodbye.

"Then I won't bother you, Master Sybil." She bowed slightly to Trelawney, and then left the Divination class with a heavy heart.

Not long after Umbridge left, a black-footed cat, which was only a circle bigger than a palm, came out of Professor Trelawney's pocket, and then fell to the ground and turned into a boy with cat ears and a cat tail.

"Is this all right, Fish?" Professor Trelawney asked curiously, "I see Umbridge looks a little scared, she may not take this risk..."

"It should be fine, meow," Maomao shook her ears and replied with her head tilted, "Albus and Rita both said that Umbridge's recent situation is not good. If she doesn't make some achievements, she will be in big trouble by the end of this semester, meow..."

After he analyzed it convincingly, he suddenly changed the subject, "Although Fish doesn't quite understand what this means, meow."

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Seeing Professor Trelawney's astonished expression, Maomao hurriedly explained, "These are all taught to Fish by Albus. He said that the content of the prophecy is enough... Albus is very good at lying, meow!"

Professor Trelawney twitched her mouth. She never expected that Dumbledore would get involved...

You are the headmaster of Hogwarts, are you so idle at ordinary times? !

She roared in her heart

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Nothing ventured, nothing gained. (No risk, no gain). This is actually the English version of “No risk, no gain”. Basically, this is the translation, but I still use the literal translation here.