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           "Er—"saidHarry,"adarkshape...um..."

           "Whatdoesitresemble?"whisperedProfessorTrelawney."Think,now..."

           HarrycasthismindaroundanditlandedonBuckbeak.

           "AHippogriff,"hesaidfirmly.

           "Indeed!"whisperedProfessorTrelawney,scribblingkeenlyontheparchmentpercheduponherknees."Myboy,youmaywellbeseeingtheoutcomeofpoorHagrid’stroublewiththeMinistryofMagic!Lookcloser...DoestheHippogriffappearto...haveitshead?"

           "Yes,"saidHarryfirmly.

           "Areyousure?"ProfessorTrelawneyurgedhim."Areyouquitesure,dear?Youdon’tseeitwrithingontheground,perhaps,andashadowyfigureraisinganaxebehindit?"

           "No!"saidHarry,startingtofeelslightlysick.

           "Noblood?NoweepingHagrid?"

           "No!"saidHarryagain,wantingmorethanevertoleavetheroomandtheheat."Itlooksfine,it’s—flyingaway..."

           ProfessorTrelawneysighed.

           "Well,dear,Ithinkwe’llleaveitthere...Alittledisappointing...butI’msureyoudidyourbest."

           Relieved,Harrygotup,pickeduphisbagandturnedtogo,butthenaloud,harshvoicespokebehindhim.

           "ITWILLHAPPENTONIGHT."

           Harrywheeledaround.ProfessorTrelawneyhadgonerigidinherarmchair;hereyeswereunfocusedandhermouthsagging.

           "S—sorry?"saidHarry.

           ButProfessorTrelawneydidn’tseemtohearhim.Hereyesstartedtoroll.Harrysatthereinapanic.Shelookedasthoughshewasabouttohavesomesortofseizure.