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"
Oh
no
,
not
necessarily
,
"
said
Hermione
.
"
Parvati
Patil
's
twin
's
in
Ravenclaw
,
and
they
're
identical
.
You
'd
think
they
'd
be
together
,
would
n't
you
?
"
Harry
looked
up
at
the
staff
table
.
There
seemed
to
be
rather
more
empty
seats
there
than
usual
.
Hagrid
,
of
course
,
was
still
fighting
his
way
across
the
lake
with
the
first
years
;
Professor
McGonagall
was
presumably
supervising
the
drying
of
the
entrance
hall
floor
,
but
there
was
another
empty
chair
too
,
and
Harry
could
n't
think
who
else
was
missing
.
"
Where
's
the
new
Defense
Against
the
Dark
Arts
teacher
?
"
said
Hermione
,
who
was
also
looking
up
at
the
teachers
.
They
had
never
yet
had
a
Defense
Against
the
Dark
Arts
teacher
who
had
lasted
more
than
three
terms
.
Harry
's
favorite
by
far
had
been
Professor
Lupin
,
who
had
resigned
last
year
.
He
looked
up
and
down
the
staff
table
.
There
was
definitely
no
new
face
there
.
"
Maybe
they
could
n't
get
anyone
!
"
said
Hermione
,
looking
anxious
.
Harry
scanned
the
table
more
carefully
.
Tiny
little
Professor
Flitwick
,
the
Charms
teacher
,
was
sitting
on
a
large
pile
of
cushions
beside
Professor
Sprout
,
the
Herbology
teacher
,
whose
hat
was
askew
over
her
flyaway
gray
hair
.
She
was
talking
to
Professor
Sinistra
of
the
Astronomy
department
.
On
Professor
Sinistra
's
other
side
was
the
sallow-faced
,
hook-nosed
,
greasy-haired
Potions
master
,
Snape
-
Harry
's
least
favorite
person
at
Hogwarts
.
Harry
's
loathing
of
Snape
was
matched
only
by
Snape
's
hatred
of
him
,
a
hatred
which
had
,
if
possible
,
intensified
last
year
,
when
Harry
had
helped
Sirius
escape
right
under
Snape
's
overlarge
nose
-
Snape
and
Sirius
had
been
enemies
since
their
own
school
days
.
On
Snape
's
other
side
was
an
empty
seat
,
which
Harry
guessed
was
Professor
McGonagall
's
.
Next
to
it
,
and
in
the
very
center
of
the
table
,
sat
Professor
Dumbledore
,
the
headmaster
,
his
sweeping
silver
hair
and
beard
shining
in
the
candlelight
,
his
magnificent
deep
green
robes
embroidered
with
many
stars
and
moons
.
The
tips
of
Dumbledore
's
long
,
thin
fingers
were
together
and
he
was
resting
his
chin
upon
them
,
staring
up
at
the
ceiling
through
his
half-moon
spectacles
as
though
lost
in
thought
.
Harry
glanced
up
at
the
ceiling
too
.
It
was
enchanted
to
look
like
the
sky
outside
,
and
he
had
never
seen
it
look
this
stormy
.
Black
and
purple
clouds
were
swirling
across
it
,
and
as
another
thunderclap
sounded
outside
,
a
fork
of
lightning
flashed
across
it
.
"
Oh
hurry
up
,
"
Ron
moaned
,
beside
Harry
,
"
I
could
eat
a
hippogriff
.
"
The
words
were
no
sooner
out
of
his
mouth
than
the
doors
of
the
Great
Hall
opened
and
silence
fell
.
Professor
McGonagall
was
leading
a
long
line
of
first
years
up
to
the
top
of
the
Hall
.
If
Harry
,
Ron
,
and
Hermione
were
wet
,
it
was
nothing
to
how
these
first
years
looked
.
They
appeared
to
have
swum
across
the
lake
rather
than
sailed
.
