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"
No
!
"
said
Harry
,
starting
to
feel
slightly
sick
.
"
No
blood
?
No
weeping
Hagrid
?
"
"
No
!
"
said
Harry
again
,
wanting
more
than
ever
to
leave
the
room
and
the
heat
.
"
It
looks
fine
,
it
's
--
flying
away
...
"
Professor
Trelawney
sighed
.
"
Well
,
dear
,
I
think
we
'll
leave
it
there
...
A
little
disappointing
...
but
I
'm
sure
you
did
your
best
.
"
Relieved
,
Harry
got
up
,
picked
up
his
bag
and
turned
to
go
,
but
then
a
loud
,
harsh
voice
spoke
behind
him
.
"
IT
WILL
HAPPEN
TONIGHT
.
"
Harry
wheeled
around
.
Professor
Trelawney
had
gone
rigid
in
her
armchair
;
her
eyes
were
unfocused
and
her
mouth
sagging
.
"
S
--
sorry
?
"
said
Harry
.
But
Professor
Trelawney
did
n't
seem
to
hear
him
.
Her
eyes
started
to
roll
.
Harry
sat
there
in
a
panic
.
She
looked
as
though
she
was
about
to
have
some
sort
of
seizure
.
