Find Who You Are ( Harry Potter x Male Reader ) [VERY SLOW UPDATES]

Chapter 101

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Y/n's P.O.V.
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Petting Nyx and reading a book on potions in the Great Hall, I block out other student's chattering while focusing on studying.

Hermione, suddenly enraged at the edition of the Daily Prophet she's reading, exclaims, "I cannot believe it!"

Harry, Ron, and I all cast our eyes and attention onto Hermione, curious to what is causing her to be so upset. She slaps the newspaper onto the table, for us to read.

" 'Ministry Passes Educational Decree Number Twenty Three: Dolores Umbridge Appointed Hogwarts High Inquisitor' ?" Ron reads the headline aloud for Harry and I, sounding puzzled on what the position of High Inquisitor even entails.

Ron looks at Hermione and I, asking us, "What's that mean?"

"It says here that High Inquisitor has the power to inspect all of the teachers." Hermione informs Ron.

Of course, I already knew this. Father made sure to drill me on every Ministry law and decree. It was terribly boring, but I suppose it can be useful occasionally. Still, I cannot believe how much Fudge is abusing his power just to protect his own power and influence. What an egotistical ass.

"You're kidding!" Harry angrily shouts.

I add on, in a disdainful tone, "That's not even the worst of it. The High Inquisitor is also given the power to fire any teachers they wish."

Fred and George march by, stopping when they hear what we are discussing.

(im trapped in a car waiting for my mom finish shopping and im abt to piss my pants guys)

"So, seen the news have you?" Fred knowingly inquires us.

George states, "Personally, I envy you four."

"Why's that?" Ron asks George, his interest piqued.

George elaborates, "Umbridge is inspecting McGonagall in your period. That old toad won't know what hit her." He looks at Fred wistfully and continues, "Oh, to be the youth again, to experience the innocent glee of watching Umbridge be destroyed by the greatest Head of Gryffindor this century."

"Well, we'll expect a full report after." Fred orders us, in a jokingly stern way.

George adds on, "Complete with facial expressions."

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Ah, Divination Class...my worst class. It all just seems like Muggle nonsense to me. Most times Divination is not even accurate source. Thankfully, I'm not alone in thinking that this class is a waste of time. I have Hermione to share my disliking of this class with. At least today's class will be interesting, since Umbridge is here to assess Professor Trelawney.

Trelawney stands before us and starts the lesson, "Greetings my children. I sense even now that many of you have already made the transition into the beyond! Today we will be continuing our interpretation of prophetic dreams. Please divide into your groups and discuss your recent night time visions using the text as a guide."

Hermione and I get together and begin our work, listening on the two Professor's conversation.

"And how long have you been at this post?" Umbridge questions Trelawney.

Trelawney responds dutifully, "Near to sixteen years I have been the guide to young Seers possessed of the Inner Sight."

Umbridge makes a note, then inquires, "I understand that you are the descendant of the famous Seer Cassandra Trelawney?"

"I am." Trelawney confirms.

Umbridge asks her, "And you are the first since Cassandra to have the Second Sight?"

"These things tend to skip...several...generations." Trelawney utters out a reply, having a hard time finding the correct words.

Umbridge unconvincingly agrees, "Of course."

Umbridge makes another note on her parchment.

"Now, if you would kindly make a prediction for me?" Umbridge requests Trelawney, as if she really has a choice.

Trelawney seems to swell with indignation, exclaiming, "The Inner Eye does See upon command!"

See, that's exactly why it is not very effective. It could literally tell you what you will eat for breakfast and not tell you about how your family will die right after. It's unpredictable and uncontrollable. Therefore, using my Inner Eye is something I will never do on my own.

Umbridge smiles unpleasantly at Trelawney and begins to write an extensive note, causing Trelawney to become agitated and to begin looking around wildly. Trelawney steps up to Harry, who then recoils slightly.

"My dear boy, your dream diary, if you please!" Trelawney instructs Harry.

Harry nervously hands her his dream diary to her. She takes it with trembling fingers. She has a right to be nervous, her job rides on Harry's dreams right now. Trelawney gazes at it for only a moment and drops it back to the table, with a little scream.

Trelawney wails, "My dear boy! My poor boy! These dreams are evil portends!"

Harry looks at the page and reads his entry in a questioning tone, " 'Dreamt I was at breakfast eating oatmeal' ?"

Trelawney stares at him for a moment, almost as if trying to kill Harry with just a stare. I would want to as well, Harry just basically lost Trelawney her job. Not that she was particularly good at her job anyways, the woman's insane.

Umbridge smirks in the background and takes more notes.

"Yes, yes, oatmeal! Are you telling me you cannot see the signs? The foretelling of suffering and death?" Trelawney questions Harry.

"Er..." Harry struggles to voice his lack of understanding with the correlation between oatmeal and death.

Trelawney sighs and comments, "Perhaps you are not as in the beyond as the others."

What a strange way of saying that you are bad at your job.

"Well, if that's the best you can do, Professor, I will be going." Umbridge states, swiftly leaving the classroom.

Wish I could leave as well.