Chapter 593: Fish is a natural-born fortune teller (Edited)

With Professor McGonagall's advice and Hermione's whispers afterward, Fish knew that Professor Trelawney was a great liar.

And Fish, who knew centaurs well, didn't believe in Divination either.

Although the interpretation of the last dream had made Fish feel a little better about Professor Trelawney, Fish still knew that she, like Lockhart, wasn't very good at it.

But that didn't stop Fish from enjoying Professor Trelawney and her Divination classes.

After all...

There were drinks, not a lot of homework, and even the exams didn't require him to put pen to paper...

This is the best class in Fish's eyes! Professor Trelawney is one of the best teachers too!

So Fish would never allow Umbridge to get rid of Trelawney, should she be replaced by someone as annoying as her.

The stabilization spell would only restore some mental fatigue and stabilize a person in a normal state, but Fish hadn't cast it on Trelawney to restore her spirit, it was just a side effect.

Fish's real target was the effect that came with the stabilization spell....

A milky white glow appeared on Professor Trelawney's body, although it wasn't bright enough to be noticeable from outside the classroom, it was very striking in the darkness of the Divination classroom.

Combined with her strange costume and the mystery she disguised by examining the tea leaves, Professor Trelawney appeared ethereal and divine, and for a moment she caught Umbridge's eye very much.

Though Trelawney was also startled by the glow coming from her body, she saw Fish's hand under the table, and the stabilizing effect of the stabilization spell worked, and most importantly... she was already a veteran liar, so not only did she show no hesitation, but she immediately played along.

"I saw it..."

Professor Trelawney's voice, which had been rather harsh due to Umbridge's aggressiveness, now switched back to that ethereal mode.

Everyone in the Divination classroom (except Fish) unconsciously held their breath, even Harry and Ron, who had always thought Professor Trelawney was a great liar, looked at her nervously.

"...Soon, you'll run into bad luck..." Professor Trelawney was about to make the usual prophecy of death, but after some serious thought, she pulled back with a curse. "That's your most hated being... you'll be in big trouble for it..."

After a pretentious prophecy, Professor Trelawney looked back at the insecure Umbridge.

But her eyes were unfocused, as if she were looking at something unobservable, and at the same time, her voice was choppy, as if she were mumbling in her sleep, as she uttered her last prophecy: ".... It will haunt you for a long time... and it will never leave you..."

Following these words, Professor Trelawney's eyes gradually regained concentration, and Fish withdrew his spell, the milky white glow that had enveloped Professor Trelawney's body slowly dimmed.

"Back" to her normal state, Professor Trelawney stirred gently, then "wearily" held her forehead, leaned against the table, and rubbed her forehead with the knuckles of her index finger, as if the prophecy had cost her dearly.

In reality, Professor Trelawney was only using the cover of her palm to cast a grateful glance at Fish.

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Fish twitched his ears, then blinked innocently and looked at her again.

"Sybil, are you all right?" asked Fish, 'concerned'.

No doubt, Fish was a born fortune teller!

Professor Trelawney sighed in her mind and nodded with a smile and a faint 'yes'. Then, lowering her hand to her forehead, she looked at Umbridge once more.

"Well, that's all I can see." He continued "faintly" and pushed the teacup back in front of Umbridge.

By then, Umbridge was no longer as careless as before, clearly confused by Fish and Professor Trelawney's joint performance.

"Could you be more specific, Sybil? Also, what am I going to do with this thing... you speak of?" She asked, her short fingers clutching the notepad in a death grip, worried, her voice like that of an old siren.

Professor Trelawney frowned, uncomfortable with Umbridge's intimate address, and shook her head softly, saying faintly, "The future is uncertain, even I can only glimpse a small part of the destination, and as for the solution... sorry, I'm only a fortune teller. "

Although Professor Trelawney's attitude was still stern, Umbridge did not dare to underestimate her easily, and with a flattering smile, she thanked her and retreated to a corner of the classroom, then wrote quickly on her notepad.

For the rest of the day, Umbridge remained quietly in the corner, not disturbing Professor Trelawney's class.

Professor Trelawney's performance not only shocked Umbridge, but also managed to cajole the rest of the students, who were already convinced by her, such as Parvati, who were full of admiration, and students such as Harry and Ron, who also had a great change of heart towards her.

"So, her prophetic powers are really sporadic?". whispered Ron.

Two years ago, Harry had seen Professor Trelawney make a completely different prophecy and had told Ron about it, and judging by the way things were going, a large part of that prophecy had come true.

Harry nodded and whispered thoughtfully, "I'm afraid so...I told you, how could Dumbledore find a liar to be our professor?"

"I think you're forgetting second year Lockhart." Ron rolled his eyes.

"Er... The Defense Against the Dark Arts class teacher is different." Harry surreptitiously pointed at Umbridge who remained in the corner.

"...She's right too." Ron thought for a moment and agreed.

"That's it for this lesson, so get back to your dream interpretations and I won't give you extra homework. Also, Fish, stay here, I need to talk to you."

Said Professor Trelawney in a good mood, but not forgetting to maintain her fragile appearance.

The other students left the Divination classroom, and Umbridge nodded to Professor Trelawney with a smile on her face, before making an effort to sneak down the stairs to the floor.

"Thank you so much for today, Fish!". As soon as everyone left, Professor Trelawney ran to Fish's side and gave her a tight hug.

"Be careful, Sybil." warned Fish earnestly as he patted her twice on the back. "Fish can't always be there to help you..."

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Then, Fish told her the real purpose of Umbridge, the High Investigator.

"... So you mustn't let her catch you nya."

"Don't worry!" Professor Trelawney said confidently. "She wasn't prepared before, now with the preparation, and your help from before, I'm sure she's able to sense Divination!".

She winked at Fish again, a mischievous grin on her face.

In front of Fish, Professor Trelawney didn't feel the need to pretend.

"Fish will help too nya!".

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Fish raised his hands, high-fived Professor Trelawney, and the two of them whispered about how to trick Umbridge in the dimly lit Divination classroom.