Soothsayers always liked to predict the end of the world as their last prophecy, but until now, the end had never come.
This sort of tarnishing did not tarnish the reputation of the soothsayers, for when the prophecies were verified, it was usually hundreds or thousands of years later. On the contrary, people relished it and rejoiced that the prophecies had not come true.
If you wanted to, you could find books on the subject. Almost every year the end of the world came...
Like portents of bad luck and death, they were everywhere, and if you believed them, you would scare yourself mad.
'Yes, Cassandra Trelawney is my great-great-grandmother, 'said Professor Trelawney, holding her head higher.
'But I think you can correct me if I'm wrong. Well, you are the first in your family since Cassandra to have second sight? 'said Umrich, making a few more notes on the slate.
'These things are often passed down through generations, three generations, 'said Professor Trelawney.
'Of course, of course! ' Umrich made a few more notes, and her toad-like grin widened. She said sweetly, 'It's a very valuable gift. In that case, I wonder if you could prophesy something for me, eh?'
She looked up inquiringly, still smiling.
Professor Trelawney's whole body tensed, as if she could not believe her ears.
'I don't know what you mean, 'she said, clutching, trembling, the shawl round her thin neck.
"I want you to make a prophecy for me," Umbridge said clearly.
It was doubtless a challenge, and would soon be proved true.
That was tarnishing one's reputation, and no soothsayer would do such a foolish thing.
If every prophecy, every divination, every word came true, it was no longer a prophecy. Perhaps only the ancient prophets could do it.
Now everyone in the room was staring at Professor Trelawney.
She straightened her body, and the beads and bracelets on her wrist jingled non-stop.
'Heavenly eyes are not commanded to look! 'she said in an indignant tone.
'I see, 'said Umrich softly, as if disappointed, and made a few more notes on her slate.
"I, I, but, but, wait!" Said Professor Trelawney suddenly, trying to speak in her usual insubstantial voice, which was ruined by the trembling of her whole body, "I, I think I do see something about you. Oh, I feel something, something black, something extremely dangerous..."
Professor Trelawney pointed at Professor Umrich with a trembling finger. Professor Umrich was still smiling amiably and raised her eyebrows.
'I'm afraid you are in terrible danger, life-threatening danger! 'Professor Trelawney concluded dramatically.
There was a moment of silence. Umrich's eyebrows were still raised.
"Alright!" She said softly, making a few more strokes on the slate. "If that's all you can do."
She turned and walked away, leaving the classroom. Professor Trelawney stood frozen, his chest rising and falling violently.
What a failed performance. Umrich did not believe it at all.
In Elwyn's view, she might as well say that Umrich would be a great success, achieve the desired results in the reform of the Hogwarts, and go back to succeed Fudge as the Minister of the Ministry of Magic. Maybe it would be effective...
Everyone had originally sympathized with Professor Trelawney. Although they all knew that she was an old liar, compared to her, Umrich was obviously more detestable. But this trace of sympathy soon disappeared without a trace. The following divination class was a terrible nightmare. Agitated by Umrich, Professor Trelawney became a little hysterical. He kept making all kinds of terrible predictions. In this class, Elwyn was the student shrouded in death.
In fact, Umrich's teaching evaluation made every professor in the school uneasy and anxious.
After the divination class, on Thursday, Elwyn also saw Umrich in Sprout's herbology class, but she only appeared once.
Elwyn suspected that this had to do with the environment in the greenhouse. The plant that the fourth years had to learn this year was Barber tubers.
These plants were in greenhouse number three, which was more dangerous. They did not look like plants, but more like black, sticky slugs that emerged straight out of the soil. Each of them was wriggling slightly, and there were many large, shiny bumps on their bodies that seemed to be filled with liquid.
The students collected the thick water as required. The process of squeezing the tubers was disgusting.
Every time a bump was squeezed, a large amount of sticky, yellow-green liquid would spurt out and emit a pungent smell of gasoline that filled the greenhouse.
Umrich watched for a while, asked a few simple questions, and left with a frown!
Hermione also told Elwyn that Umrich had checked the Transfiguration class and the Protection of Magical Creatures class for the fifth years. Hagrid did not return, and the substitute teacher, Professor Grapeland, could not find any problems. She had taught for so many years.
However, Umrich seemed to be dissatisfied with Professor Grapeland's support for Dumbledore. That was natural.
The only thing to be thankful for was that Malfoy did not mention that he was attacked by the hippogriff, Buckbeak.
Although he was still dissatisfied with Hagrid, he often sent food to the Hippogriff Winged Beasts, so he was grateful.
It was also worth mentioning that Umrich did not check Snape's class.
From Elwyn's point of view, she probably thought that Snape could be won over and was communicating with him. However, Umrich would soon be disappointed.
The others would not think so much. Ron immediately thought that the two of them were jackals of the same tribe, in cahoots with each other.
Harry said that he had naively thought that there was no teacher in the world that he could hate more than Snape, but now he had to admit that Snape had found a strong competitor.
Umrich's heart was undoubtedly vicious. She was an evil, perverted, and crazy old woman.
Harry's confinement continued, and Professor Meg's intervention did not work.
She took out the black quill again on Tuesday night, but Harry was surprised to find that the quill had lost its function.
Then Harry remembered that Elwyn had said that she would think of a way. He might have made the quill lose its magic. Although it might not have a decisive effect, and Umrich could quickly replace it, at least he would not have to suffer such a terrible punishment during his confinement.
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