Chapter 360 New Prophecy
Without paying attention to the tense atmosphere in the auditorium, Wright knew that these students were just talking nonsense.
It takes a lot of time to unite them or their parents.
It is much easier to use fear and power to threaten and control them.
The result was as Wright expected, and it didn't take long.
The students who had been full of fighting spirit just now, under the supervision of the class leaders, sat back at the table and ate their meals obediently.
After going through this incident, the four of them had a quick breakfast and headed to the divination classroom together.
In class, Trelawney was talking about the four interpretations of dreams.
All the students were lulled to sleep, and Wright fell asleep straight away.
Just as he was sleeping soundly, a shrill voice interrupted Trelawney and woke up Wright.
"Good afternoon! Professor Trelawney!"
"I believe you must have received my notice, which said to check the time and date of your class!"
Umbridge's artificial voice woke up Wright, who had just woken up and was in a daze.
Trelawney looked at Umbridge with a fake smile on her face and nodded expressionlessly, looking very unhappy.
After a quick greeting, she picked up the book and continued to explain to the students "Several interpretations of dreams".
Umbridge didn't care. She pulled over a chair and sat down, then began to write and draw on the writing board.
Just when Trelawney was talking happily, Umbridge suddenly interrupted:
"Professor Trelawney, how long have you been in this position?"
Trelawney, who was suddenly interrupted, slowly put down the book in her hand and replied with an unhappy voice:
"I've been in school for almost sixteen years!"
"Sixteen years?! That's a long time!"
Umbridge asked, writing and drawing at the same time, asking a very impolite question:
"Did Dumbledore hire you directly?"
"That's right!"
Umbridge made a few more notes on the clipboard based on Trelawney's answer.
"So you are the great-great-granddaughter of the famous prophet, Cassandra Trelawney?"
"Of course!"
When Umbridge said the name, Trelawney raised her head proudly and acknowledged it with honor.
But Umbridge ignored the proud man in front of her and just wrote a few more words on the writing board.
After she finished writing, she put down the writing board, the fake smile on her face slowly faded, and she asked:
"But in my memory, among Cassandra's descendants, except for you..."
"No one else has inherited the gift of prophecy. Why do you think you will be an exception?"
It seemed that she often faced this kind of questioning. Trelawney did not get angry and said with an unchanged expression:
"This kind of talent is very mysterious. It is usually inherited from one generation to the next. It should be like every three generations!"
Hearing this, Umbridge opened her mouth like a toad that had eaten a fly:
"Then make a prediction for me, it has to do with your teacher rating."
Seeing that the show was about to begin, Wright immediately raised his head and looked forward.
Trelawney looked tense and shouted in an extremely unhappy voice: "The third eye cannot be activated on its own."
"That's right! I understand!"
Umbridge gave an 'I understand' expression, then picked up the writing board and wrote a few more notes.
"No, wait a minute, I'm not a liar..."
Seeing Umbridge's expression, Trelawney was about to explain something.
Suddenly, her anxious voice stopped and became vague:
"The Dark Lord has devoured the monster that brought despair!"
"The tower that imprisoned the most powerful dark wizard is about to collapse, and he will regain the authority that once disappeared!"
"When darkness meets darkness, it will bring eternal night!"
After she finished speaking, Trelawney's eyes suddenly widened and she covered her throat with trembling hands.
But even so, it couldn't stop her mouth from emitting a low and magnetic masculine laugh.
This gentle and charming laughter intoxicated all the students in the class.
Umbridge was a little intoxicated at first, but she saw Trelawney struggling in pain in front of her.
He was so frightened that he took two steps back unconsciously.
Seeing that Trelawney was about to strangle him to death, Wright immediately activated the magic sequence:
"Seal the throat and lock the tongue!"
A strange voice sounded, instantly diluting the strange and magical laughter that was echoing in the classroom.
Under the intense magical impact, Trelawney, who had regained control of her body, trembled all over and her face turned extremely pale.
Umbridge looked at Trelawney, who seemed to be about to faint, and asked cautiously:
"Professor Trelawney, are you alright?
"I'm fine. I still remember the prophecy. Hurry up and inform Dumbledore!"
When I saw that Trelawney seemed to be recovering slowly and was talking about some prophecy.
Umbridge stared at her with suspicion!
Looking at Trelawney who had recovered, she seemed to have discovered some flaws and immediately screamed:
"Is this your prophecy?"
"Well, if that's the extent of your pretense."
Umbridge smiled contemptuously, scribbled a few words on the writing board, and turned and walked away.
Trelawney gasped in anger, pointing her trembling finger at the pink toad that turned and left.
However, the students who saw this mysterious scene couldn't help but discuss in a low voice:
"Oh my god! This Trelawney can't be real. I didn't expect she has such a trick."
Ron looked at Trelawney, whose body was still shaking with anger, with a look of surprise on his face.
"This is no joke, she mentioned the Dark Lord, it was Voldemort!"
Harry almost jumped up, his face full of anxiety and uneasiness!
Wright did not participate in the discussion of the prophecy. For him, the result of the prophecy was already expected:
"The timeline backlash is catching up with Voldemort, and now even the prophecy has become so clear!"
However, what made Wright more curious was who the male laughter at the end belonged to.
Voldemort, or Grindelwald?!
Just as Wright was thinking, Trelawney, who had recovered, announced the end of get out of class and hurried out of the classroom.
Looking at the figure leaving quickly, Wright sighed softly and thought helplessly:
"What a pity. I had originally wanted to set up surveillance around Nurmengard, the tower where Grindelwald is imprisoned."
"As long as Voldemort appears around there, go over with Dumbledore and kill him immediately."
"But now the timeline has been observed, and the plan has failed at the very beginning."
"Unless, kill her! And return the timeline to a chaotic state."
This idea was abandoned as soon as it came to his mind. Killing his teammates was something that Wright, who was not a human dog, could not do.
