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"
Certainly
,
certainly
,
"
said
Dumbledore
,
his
eyes
twinkling
.
"
Let
me
draw
you
up
a
chair
--
"
And
he
did
indeed
draw
a
chair
in
midair
with
his
wand
,
which
revolved
for
a
few
seconds
before
falling
with
a
thud
between
Professors
Snape
and
McGonagall
.
Professor
Trelawney
,
however
,
did
not
sit
down
;
her
enormous
eyes
had
been
roving
around
the
table
,
and
she
suddenly
uttered
a
kind
of
soft
scream
.
"
I
dare
not
,
Headmaster
!
If
I
join
the
table
,
we
shall
be
thirteen
!
Nothing
could
be
more
unlucky
!
Never
forget
that
when
thirteen
dine
together
,
the
first
to
rise
will
be
the
first
to
die
!
"
"
We
'll
risk
it
,
Sibyll
,
"
said
Professor
McGonagall
impatiently
.
"
Do
sit
down
,
the
turkey
's
getting
stone
cold
.
"
Professor
Trelawney
hesitated
,
then
lowered
herself
into
the
empty
chair
,
eyes
shut
and
mouth
clenched
tight
,
as
though
expecting
a
thunderbolt
to
hit
the
table
.
Professor
McGonagall
poked
a
large
spoon
into
the
nearest
tureen
.
"
Tripe
,
Sibyll
?
"
Professor
Trelawney
ignored
her
.
Eyes
open
again
,
she
looked
around
once
more
and
said
,
"
But
where
is
dear
Professor
Lupin
?
"
"
I
'm
afraid
the
poor
fellow
is
ill
again
,
"
said
Dumbledore
,
indicating
that
everybody
should
start
serving
themselves
.
"
Most
unfortunate
that
it
should
happen
on
Christmas
Day
.
"
"
But
surely
you
already
knew
that
,
Sibyll
?
"
said
Professor
McGonagall
,
her
eyebrows
raised
.
Professor
Trelawney
gave
Professor
McGonagall
a
very
cold
look
.
