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But
no
one
else
cared
that
Professor
Lupin
's
robes
were
patched
and
frayed
.
His
next
few
lessons
were
just
as
interesting
as
the
first
.
After
Boggarts
,
they
studied
Red
Caps
,
nasty
little
goblin-like
creatures
that
lurked
wherever
there
had
been
bloodshed
:
in
the
dungeons
of
castles
and
the
potholes
of
deserted
battlefields
,
waiting
to
bludgeon
those
who
had
gotten
lost
.
From
Red
Caps
they
moved
on
to
Kappas
,
creepy
.
water-dwellers
that
looked
like
scaly
monkeys
,
with
webbed
hands
itching
to
strangle
unwitting
waders
in
their
ponds
.
Harry
only
wished
he
was
as
happy
with
some
of
his
other
classes
.
Worst
of
all
was
Potions
.
Snape
was
in
a
particularly
vindictive
mood
these
days
,
and
no
one
was
in
any
doubt
why
.
The
story
of
the
Boggart
assuming
Snape
's
shape
,
and
the
way
that
Neville
had
dressed
it
in
his
grandmother
's
clothes
,
had
traveled
through
the
school
like
wildfire
.
Snape
did
n't
seem
to
find
it
funny
.
His
eyes
flashed
menacingly
at
the
very
mention
of
Professor
Lupin
's
name
,
and
he
was
bullying
Neville
worse
than
ever
.
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
could
n't
like
Professor
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
did
n't
.
They
had
also
started
using
hushed
voices
whenever
they
spoke
to
Harry
,
as
though
he
were
on
his
deathbed
.
Nobody
really
liked
Care
of
Magical
Creatures
,
which
,
after
the
action-packed
first
class
,
had
become
extremely
dull
.
Hagrid
seemed
to
have
lost
his
confidence
.
They
were
now
spending
lesson
after
lesson
learning
how
to
look
after
flobberworms
,
which
had
to
be
some
of
the
most
boring
creatures
in
existence
.
"
Why
would
anyone
bother
looking
after
them
?
"
said
Ron
,
after
yet
another
hour
of
poking
shredded
lettuce
down
the
flobberworms
'
throats
.
At
the
start
of
October
,
however
,
Harry
had
something
else
to
occupy
him
,
something
so
enjoyable
it
more
than
made
up
for
his
unsatisfactory
classes
.
The
Quidditch
season
was
approaching
,
and
O1iver
Wood
,
Captain
of
the
Gryffindor
team
,
called
a
meeting
on
Thursday
evening
to
discuss
tactics
for
the
new
season
.
There
were
seven
people
on
a
Quidditch
team
:
three
Chasers
,
whose
job
it
was
to
score
goals
by
putting
the
Quaffle
(
a
red
,
soccer-sized
ball
)
through
one
of
the
fifty-foot-high
hoops
at
each
end
of
the
field
;
two
Beaters
,
who
were
equipped
with
heavy
bats
to
repel
the
Bludgers
(
two
heavy
black
balls
that
zoomed
around
trying
to
attack
the
players
)
;
a
Keeper
,
who
defended
the
goal
posts
,
and
the
Seeker
,
who
had
the
hardest
job
of
all
,
that
of
catching
the
Golden
Snitch
,
a
tiny
,
winged
,
walnut-sized
ball
,
whose
capture
ended
the
game
and
earned
the
Seeker
's
team
an
extra
one
hundred
and
fifty
points
.
Oliver
Wood
was
a
burly
seventeen-year-old
,
now
in
his
seventh
and
final
year
at
Hogwarts
.
There
was
a
quiet
sort
of
desperation
in
his
voice
as
he
addressed
his
six
fellow
team
members
in
the
chilly
locker
rooms
on
the
edge
of
the
darkening
Quidditch
field
.
"
This
is
our
last
chance
--
my
last
chance
--
to
win
the
Quidditch
Cup
,
"
he
told
them
,
striding
up
and
down
in
front
of
them
.
"
I
'll
be
leaving
at
the
end
of
this
year
.
I
'll
never
get
another
shot
at
it
.
"
"
Gryffindor
has
n't
won
for
seven
years
now
.
Okay
,
so
we
've
had
the
worst
luck
in
the
world
--
injuries
--
then
the
tournament
getting
called
off
last
year
.
"
Wood
swallowed
,
as
though
the
memory
still
brought
a
lump
to
his
throat
.
"
But
we
also
know
we
've
got
the
best
--
ruddy
--
team
--
in
--
the
--
school
,
"
he
said
,
punching
a
fist
into
his
other
hand
,
the
old
manic
glint
back
in
his
eye
.
"
We
've
got
three
superb
Chasers
.
"
