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"Eat," he repeated. "It'll help. I need to speak to the driver, excuse me...
He disappeared and George heaved a sigh.
"NO, CROOKSHANKS, NO!" cried the witch, but Scabbers, shot from between her hands like a bar of soap, landed splay-legged on the floor, and then scampered for the door.
The bottle of rat tonic was lying under the table they had sat at earlier. Harry waited until he heard Mr. and Mrs. Weasley's bedroom door close, then headed back upstairs with the bottle.
"Oh," said Hermione softly, "we've missed the Sorting!"
"Why?" said Percy curiously.
"The club... an attack. Dear, dear, this is not a happy cup....
"But I heard screaming --"
"How d'you know that?"
"There's nothing wrong with your arm," he hissed at Malfoy.
A very tense silence followed this pronouncement, but Professor Trelawney seemed unaware of it.
He got to his feet and strode past the class, his black robes billowing behind him. At the doorway he turned on his heel and said, "Possibly no one's warned you, Lupin, but this class contains Neville Longbottom. I would advise you not to entrust him with anything difficult. Not unless Miss Granger is hissing instructions in his ear."
"Stuck his head in the water barrel," said Hermione, putting the tankard away.
"Harry!" he said, smiling as he looked up. "How are you?"
"I got all my school stuff last week," Harry explained. "And how come You knew I'm staying at the Leaky Cauldron?" "Dad," said Ron simply.
Malfoy didn't reappear in classes until late on Thursday morning, when the Slytherins and Gryffindors were halfway through double Potions. He swaggered into the dungeon, his right arm covered in bandages and bound up in a sling, acting, in Harry's opinion, as though he were the heroic survivor of some dreadful battle.。
"I wouldn't be so sure if I were you, dear," said Professor Trelawney, the firelight glinting on her long emerald earrings. Neville gulped. Professor Trelawney continued placidly. "We will be covering the basic methods of Divination this year. The first term will be devoted to reading the tea leaves. Next term we shall progress to palmistry. By the way, my dear," she shot suddenly at Parvati Patil, "beware a red-haired man."。