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Seamus Finnigan was tilting his head from side to side.

  1.  As Harry opened the door, something brushed against his leg. He bent down just in time to grab Crookshanks by the end of his bushy tail and drag him outside.
  2.  Dudley whimpered. Harry saw his hands tighten still harder over his massive backside.
  3.  It was Luna and Dean. Seamus gave a great roar of delight and ran to hug his best friend.
  4.  The insane smile lit his features once more, and his head drooped onto his shoulder as Winky wailed and sobbed at his side.
  5.  Zips: (àìåð.) Ñòðàòåã³÷íèé ³ìïîðò ç ²òà볿. Íå³íäîêòð³í³ðîâàííèå ìàô³îçî «ç òîãî áîêó» äëÿ ïîïîâíåííÿ ðÿä³â ѳì'¿. Äèâ. The other Side.

"It looks like a Grim if you do this," he said, with his eyes almost shut, "but it looks more like a donkey from here," he said, leaning to the left.

"When you've all finished deciding whether I'm going to die or not!" said Harry, taking even himself by surprise. Now nobody seemed to want to look at him.

"I think we will leave the lesson here for today," said Professor Trelawney in her mistiest voice. "Yes ... please pack away your things ..."

Silently the class took their teacups back to Professor Trelawney, packed away their books, and closed their bags. Even Ron was avoiding Harry's eyes.

"Until we meet again," said Professor Trelawney faintly, "fair fortune be yours. Oh, and dear" -she pointed at Neville- "you'll be late next time, so mind you work extra hard to catch up."

Harry, Ron, and Hermione descended Professor Trelawney's ladder and the winding stair in silence, then set off for Professor McGonagall's Transfiguration lesson. It took them so long to find her classroom that, early as they had left Divination, they were only just in time.

Harry chose a seat right at the back of the room, feeling as though he were sitting in a very bright spotlight; the rest of the class kept shooting furtive glances at him, as though he were about to drop dead at any moment. He hardly heard what Professor McGonagall was telling them about Animagi (wizards who could transform at will into animals), and was not even watching when she transformed herself in front of their eyes into a tabby cat with spectacle markings around her eyes.

"Really, what has got into you all today?" said Professor McGonagall, turning back into herself with a faint pop, and staring around at them all. "Not that it matters, but that's the first time my transformation's not got applause from a class."

Everybody's heads turned toward Harry again, but nobody spoke. Then Hermione raised her hand.

"Please, Professor, we've just had our first Divination class, and we were reading the tea leaves, and-"

"Ah, of course," said Professor McGonagall, suddenly frowning.

"There is no need to say any more, Miss Granger. Tell me, which of you will be dying this year?"

 Professor Trelawney stared at her. |  Ron frowned after her.


 As Harry stepped down, a drawling, delighted voice sounded in his ear. |  They exchanged a dark look, and Madam Pomfrey clucked disapprovingly. |  He paused, and Harry remembered what Mr. Weasley had said about Dumbledore not being happy with the Dementors guarding the school. |  Overcome with emotion, he buried his face in his napkin, and Professor McGonagall shooed them away. |  Harry dropped into a seat at the Gryffindor table, next to George Weasley. |  He grinned broadly at them and headed off to the staff table, still swinging the polecat. |  And he ran, clanking loudly, into the left side of the frame and out of sight. |  A voice came suddenly out of the shadows, a soft, misty sort of voice. |  Lavender trembled. |  Harry tried to pull himself together. |

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