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"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?"
Professor Trelawney was staring into the teacup, rotating it counterclockwise.
"It's my rat," he told the witch. "He been a bit off-color ever since I brought him back from Egypt."
It was a sea of pointed black hats; each of the long House tables was lined with students, their faces glimmering by the light of thousands of candles, which were floating over the tables in midair. Professor Flitwick, who was a tiny little wizard with a shock of white hair, was carrying an ancient hat and a three-legged stool out of the hall.
They were among the first to reach the Great Hall at dinnertime, hoping to see Hagrid, but he wasn't there.
Malfoy let out a low, sneering laugh.
"Did you really blow up your aunt, Harry?" said Hermione in a very serious voice.
Nearly everyone laughed. Even Neville grinned apologetically. Professor Lupin, however, looked thoughtful.
"I'm afraid not, Potter," she said. "You heard what I said. No form, no visiting the village. That's the rule."
The words had hardly left him when the train started to slow down.
Everyone stared at him. Professor Lupin crumpled up the empty chocolate wrapper and put it in his pocket.
"He's hiding at the bottom of my bed, shaking, " said Ron angrily, missing the pail and scattering beans over the greenhouse floor.
"Ah, you're worrying about the reaction of your aunt and uncle?" said Fudge. "Well, I won't deny that they are extremely angry, Harry, but they are prepared to take you back next summer as long as you stay at Hogwarts for the Christmas and Easter holidays."
"Yeah," said Harry, looking quickly toward the door. The hooded creature had vanished. "What happened? Where's that -- that thing? Who screamed?"
"Hello, Percy," said Harry, trying not to laugh.
Once they were in her office, a small room with a large, welcoming fire, Professor McGonagall motioned Harry and Hermione to sit down. She settled herself behind her desk and said abruptly, "Professor Lupin sent an owl ahead to say that you were taken ill on the train, Potter."