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'
Oh
,
shut
up
,
the
pair
of
you
,
'
said
Harry
heavily
,
as
Ron
opened
his
mouth
to
argue
back
.
Hermione
and
Ron
both
froze
,
looking
angry
and
offended
.
'
Ca
n't
you
give
it
a
rest
?
'
said
Harry
.
'
You
're
always
having
a
go
at
each
other
,
it
's
driving
me
mad
.
'
And
abandoning
his
shepherd
's
pie
,
he
swung
his
schoolbag
back
over
his
shoulder
and
left
them
sitting
there
.
He
walked
up
the
marble
staircase
two
steps
at
a
time
,
past
the
many
students
hurrying
towards
lunch
.
The
anger
that
had
just
flared
so
unexpectedly
still
blazed
inside
him
,
and
the
vision
of
Ron
and
Hermione
's
shocked
faces
afforded
him
a
sense
of
deep
satisfaction
.
Serve
them
right
,
he
thought
,
why
ca
n't
they
give
it
a
rest
...
bickering
all
the
time
...
it
's
enough
to
drive
anyone
up
the
wall
...
He
passed
the
large
picture
of
Sir
Cadogan
the
knight
on
a
landing
;
Sir
Cadogan
drew
his
sword
and
brandished
it
fiercely
at
Harry
,
who
ignored
him
.
'
Come
back
,
you
scurvy
dog
!
Stand
fast
and
fight
!
'
yelled
Sir
Cadogan
in
a
muffled
voice
from
behind
his
visor
,
but
Harry
merely
walked
on
and
when
Sir
Cadogan
attempted
to
follow
him
by
running
into
a
neighbouring
picture
,
he
was
rebuffed
by
its
inhabitant
,
a
large
and
angry-looking
wolfhound
.
Harry
spent
the
rest
of
the
lunch
hour
sitting
alone
underneath
the
trapdoor
at
the
top
of
North
Tower
.
Consequently
,
he
was
the
first
to
ascend
the
silver
ladder
that
led
to
Sybill
Trelawney
's
classroom
when
the
bell
rang
.
After
Potions
,
Divination
was
Harry
's
least
favourite
class
,
which
was
due
mainly
to
Professor
Trelawney
's
habit
of
predicting
his
premature
death
every
few
lessons
.
A
thin
woman
,
heavily
draped
in
shawls
and
glittering
with
strings
of
beads
,
she
always
reminded
Harry
of
some
kind
of
insect
,
with
her
glasses
hugely
magnifying
her
eyes
.
She
was
busy
putting
copies
of
battered
leather-bound
books
on
each
of
the
spindly
little
tables
with
which
her
room
was
littered
when
Harry
entered
the
room
,
but
the
light
cast
by
the
lamps
covered
by
scarves
and
the
low-burning
,
sickly-scented
fire
was
so
dim
she
appeared
not
to
notice
him
as
he
took
a
seat
in
the
shadows
.
The
rest
of
the
class
arrived
over
the
next
five
minutes
.
Ron
emerged
from
the
trapdoor
,
looked
around
carefully
,
spotted
Harry
and
made
directly
for
him
,
or
as
directly
as
he
could
while
having
to
wend
his
way
between
tables
,
chairs
and
overstuffed
pouffes
.
'
Hermione
and
me
have
stopped
arguing
,
'
he
said
,
sitting
down
beside
Harry
.
'
Good
,
'
grunted
Harry
.
