Chapter 422

Hermione had long since given up the divination class, just like Solim, so Ron was the only one who accompanied Harry in the divination class.

Aside from Potions class, Divination was probably Harry's least favorite class, mainly because Professor Trelawney had a habit of predicting Harry's death every few lessons, and since his second year, Harry could hear about his own death almost every week.

Professor Trelawney was a skinny woman, wrapped in a thick shawl, wearing strings of shiny beads, and her glasses magnified one of her eyes several times over, always reminding Harry of some kind of insect. The light from the clothed lamp in the divination room and the not-so-bright fire that emitted a foul smell were dim, and Harry fell asleep as soon as he entered.

If Professor Binns makes people sleepy because of his voice, then Professor Trelawney makes people sleepy because of the atmosphere of the Divination Classroom, where the light and smell can make people confused.

The students in the class came one after another. Ron poked his head out of the trapdoor, looked around carefully, saw Harry, and walked straight towards him, or as far as he could, for he had to carefully navigate around so many tables, chairs, and bulging cushions.

"You'll find a copy of Inigo on your desk. A Guide to Dream Interpretation by Inmagnagall. Dream interpretation is a very important method of divination for the future, and it is also a question that will likely appear in your 0.W.Ls exams. Of course, I don't think it's important to pass the exam compared to the sacred art of divination. As long as you have discernment, what certificates and grades are trivial. Still, the headmaster is willing to let you take the test, so-"

Her voice gradually lowered, which convinced her classmates that Professor Trelawney really thought her class was much more important than mundane things like exams.

Please turn to the introduction and read what Inmagnagall has to say about dream interpretation. Then, work in pairs and use the Dream Interpretation Guide to explain each other's recent dreams. Let's go. "

One of the advantages of this course is that it is not two consecutive sessions. By the time the class finished reading the introduction to the book, they had only ten minutes to explain the dream. At the table next to Harry and Ron, Dean and Neville were grouped, and Neville immediately began to ramble on explaining a nightmare, while Harry and Ron just stared at each other with a wry face.

"Harry," Ron held the book up, blocking Trelawney's view, "I know you're in a bad mood right now, but it's not my fault that Snape and Seamus lost their temper with you. "

Harry was a little ashamed, and when he calmed down, he knew that it was wrong to yell at Ron and Hermione just now.

"You may not have noticed in Potions class," Ron whispered, "that while Snape was dictating to your potion, the Slytherins were quietly doing things...... You know, I'm not questioning you anything, but it's unusual, Snape isn't sarcastic about you for the first day, you know very well how those vipers usually react in that situation, but today is different, they didn't laugh at you......"

Seeing Harry's strange eyes, Ron hurriedly said, "Of course, I'm not saying that those poisonous snakes should laugh at you, but...... You know what I mean, it's weird that they didn't react in the slightest. "

Harry understood what Ron meant, and in fact, he had noticed the unusual behavior of the Slytherin students in Potions class, and Harry could only blame the Slytherin students for this, and finally got tired of laughing at him...... After all, in the fifth grade, they are going to face the ordinary wizard level exam, which is not easy, right?

Searching for dreams in the Dream Interpretation Guide was a tedious task, and when Professor Trelawney assigned them to record their dreams every day for the next month as homework, Harry was even more sullen when he listened to it.

The bell rang for the end of class, and he and Ron led the way down the ladder, and Ron complained loudly, "Do you know how much homework we've done?" Binns asked us to write a one-and-a-half-foot-long paper on the War of the Giants, and Snape asked for a one-foot-long paper on the purpose of moonstone, and now Trelawney wants us to write down our dreams every day for a month! I can only pray now that the woman named Umbridge won't be causing us trouble......

"I don't think so," Harry said pessimistically...... "She's here to get into trouble at Hogwarts." "

When they entered the Defence Against the Dark Arts classroom, they found Umbridge sitting behind the podium. She wore the same fluffy pink cardigan she had worn the night before, with that black velvet bow on top of her head. Once again, Harry had a strong and stark thought that a large fly had foolishly landed on an even larger toad.

"Harry, look at the Slytherin people......" Ron whispered.

The distribution of Slytherin students is interesting, with students like Goyle and Crabbe, who are related to the Death Eaters, now gathered together and sitting in the middle section on the left. Harry was already familiar with these people, after all, he had met their fathers or uncles some time ago, and these people had never sat like this in a classroom. In Harry's opinion, the Death Eater students sitting together were not like announcements or demonstrations...... It's like huddling together to keep warm.

"Good afternoon, classmates!" Umbridge stood up after the class had sat down—and to be honest, if she hadn't taken two steps, no one really knew she was up.

"Good afternoon. The students responded unevenly.

"Tsk, tsk," said Professor Umbridge, shaking his head, "that's not going to work, is it?" I want you to reply, 'Good afternoon, Professor Umbridge.' 'Please do it again. Good afternoon, students!"

"Good afternoon, Professor Umbridge. They replied in unison.

Solim and Draco sat in the last row silently, not knowing if Umbridge noticed them or not.

"That's right," Professor Umbridge said in a snarling voice, "it's not too difficult, is it?" "

"I told you. Solim kicked Draco under the table.

Draco stumbled and gave his wand away.

"Well, you're right. "

Many of the classmates exchanged depressed looks. The command to "put away the wand" was never a lesson they found interesting.

Without a wand meant quills, ink, and parchment—the history of magic, Muggle studies, and ancient magic patterns were just some of the lessons.