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Harry
bent
over
the
crystal
ball
and
stared
,
stared
as
hard
as
he
could
,
willing
it
to
show
him
something
other
than
swirling
white
fog
,
but
nothing
happened
.
"
Well
?
"
Professor
Trelawney
prompted
delicately
.
"
What
do
you
see
?
"
The
heat
was
overpowering
and
his
nostrils
were
stinging
with
the
perfumed
smoke
wafting
from
the
fire
beside
them
.
He
thought
of
what
Ron
had
just
said
,
and
decided
to
pretend
.
"
Er
--
"
said
Harry
,
"
a
dark
shape
...
um
...
"
"
What
does
it
resemble
?
"
whispered
Professor
Trelawney
.
"
Think
,
now
...
"
Harry
cast
his
mind
around
and
it
landed
on
Buckbeak
.
"
A
Hippogriff
,
"
he
said
firmly
.
"
Indeed
!
"
whispered
Professor
Trelawney
,
scribbling
keenly
on
the
parchment
perched
upon
her
knees
.
"
My
boy
,
you
may
well
be
seeing
the
outcome
of
poor
Hagrid
's
trouble
with
the
Ministry
of
Magic
!
Look
closer
...
Does
the
Hippogriff
appear
to
...
have
its
head
?
"
"
Yes
,
"
said
Harry
firmly
.
"
Are
you
sure
?
"
Professor
Trelawney
urged
him
.
"
Are
you
quite
sure
,
dear
?
You
do
n't
see
it
writhing
on
the
ground
,
perhaps
,
and
a
shadowy
figure
raising
an
axe
behind
it
?
"
