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"Ask her now," Ron hissed at Harry.
Fudge, a portly little man in a long, pinstriped cloak, looked cold and exhausted.
Harry forced a laugh, went to give Ron the rat tonic, then shut himself in his room and lay down on his bed.
Harry ignored them. He climbed over the paddock fence.
"Please, sir," said Hermione, "please, I could help Neville put it right --"
"Are you sure you're okay, Harry?" said Hermione, watching Harry anxiously.
Everyone looked up at him.
Harry looked up at the owner of the hand on his shoulder and felt a bucketful of ice cascade into his stomach -- he had walked right into Cornelius Fudge, the Minister of Magic himself.
"How about a nice book? said Ron innocently.
Fudge blinked. "Punishment?"
Ron buckled as something huge and orange came soaring from the top of the highest cage, landed on his head, and then propelled itself, spitting madly, at Scabbers.
"Forget it, Harry," said George bracingly. "Dad had to go out to Azkaban one time, remember, Fred? And he said it was the worst place he'd ever been, he came back all weak and shaking.... They suck the happiness out of a place, dementors. Most of the prisoners go mad in there."
"Hullo, Neville," said Harry, feeling around in the dark and pulling Neville up by his cloak.
"Well," said Harry. "'Bye then!"
He raised the wand to shoulder height, said, "Waddiwasi! "and pointed it at Peeves.
"When the boggart bursts out of this wardrobe, Neville, and sees You, it will assume the form of Professor Snape," said Lupin. "And You will raise your wand -- thus -- and cry 'Riddikulus' -- and concentrate hard on your grandmother's clothes. If all goes well, Professor Boggart Snape will be forced into that vulture-topped hat, and that green dress, with that big red handbag."
Talking excitedly, the class left the staffroom. Harry, however, wasn't feeling cheerful. Professor Lupin had deliberately stopped him from tackling the boggart. Why? Was it because he'd seen Harry collapse on the train, and thought he wasn't up to much? Had he thought Harry would pass out again?。
"Many witches and wizards, talented though they are in the area of loud bangs and smells and sudden disappearings, are yet unable to penetrate the veiled mysteries of the future," Professor Trelawney went on, her enormous, gleaming eyes moving from face to nervous face. "It is a Gift granted to few. You, boy," she said suddenly to Neville, who almost toppled off his pouf. "Is your grandmother well?"。