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"
I
think
you
must
have
dozed
off
too
,
dear
!
"
said
Professor
Trelawney
.
"
I
would
certainly
not
presume
to
predict
anything
quite
as
far-fetched
as
that
!
"
Harry
climbed
back
down
the
ladder
and
the
spiral
staircase
,
wondering
...
had
he
just
heard
Professor
Trelawney
make
a
real
prediction
?
Or
had
that
been
her
idea
of
an
impressive
end
to
the
test
?
Five
minutes
later
he
was
dashing
past
the
security
trolls
outside
the
entrance
to
Gryffindor
Tower
,
Professor
Trelawney
's
words
still
resounding
in
his
head
.
People
were
striding
past
him
in
the
opposite
direction
,
laughing
and
joking
,
heading
for
the
grounds
and
a
bit
of
long-awaited
freedom
;
by
the
time
he
had
reached
the
portrait
hole
and
entered
the
common
room
,
it
was
almost
deserted
.
Over
in
the
corner
,
however
,
sat
Ron
and
Hermione
.
"
Professor
Trelawney
,
"
Harry
panted
,
"
just
told
me
--
"
But
he
stopped
abruptly
at
the
sight
of
their
faces
.
"
Buckbeak
lost
,
"
said
Ron
weakly
.
"
Hagrid
's
just
sent
this
.
"
Hagrid
's
note
was
dry
this
time
,
no
tears
had
splattered
it
,
yet
his
hand
seemed
to
have
shaken
so
much
as
he
wrote
that
it
was
hardly
legible
.
Lost
appeal
.
They
're
going
to
execute
at
sunset
.
Nothing
you
can
do
.
Do
n't
come
down
.
I
do
n't
want
you
to
see
it
.
Hagrid
