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Professor Trelawney surveyed Hermione with mounting dislike.
A large witch in front of Harry moved, and he was able to read the sign next to the broom:
"Yeah," said Harry gloomily, "great."
"I Don't go looking for trouble," said Harry, nettled. "Trouble usually finds me."
"Oh no," said Neville Longbottom sadly. He always had trouble remembering the passwords.
"Now," said Snape in his most dangerous voice.
"The Ministry's providing a couple of cars," said Mr. Weasley.
"But it'll be fascinating to study them from the wizarding point of view," said Hermione earnestly.
"Eh?" said Hagrid.
Wood spoke so dejectedly that even Fred and George looked sympathetic.
"She got a letter from home this morning," Parvati whispered. "It's her rabbit, Binky. He's been killed by a fox."
"It was Malfoy's fault!" snapped Dean Thomas. Crabbe and Goyle flexed their muscles threateningly.
"But I don't say so," said Professor McGonagall, standing up and piling her papers neatly into a drawer. "The form clearly states that the parent or guardian must give permission." She turned to look at him, with an odd expression on her face. Was it pity? "I'm sorry, Potter, but that's my final word. You had better hurry, or you'll be late for your next lesson."
Harry was also growing to dread the hours he spent in Professor Trelawney's stifling tower room, deciphering lopsided shapes and symbols, trying to ignore the way Professor Trelawney's enormous eyes filled with tears every time she looked at him. He couldn't like Professer Trelawney, even though she was treated with respect bordering on reverence by many of the class. Parvati Patil and Lavender Brown had taken to haunting Professor Trelawney's tower room at lunch times, and always returned with annoyingly superior looks on their faces, as though they knew things the others didn't. They had also started using hushed voices whenever they spoke to Harry, as though he were on his deathbed.
Harry saw two more towering, hooded dementors, standing guard on either side. A wave of cold sickness threatened to engulf him again; he leaned back into the lumpy seat and closed his eyes until they had passed the gates. The carriage picked up speed on the long, sloping drive up to the castle; Hermione was leaning out of the tiny window, watching the many turrets and towers draw nearer. At last, the carriage swayed to a halt, and Hermione and Ron got out.,