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He
emerged
into
the
strangest-looking
classroom
he
had
ever
seen
.
In
fact
,
it
did
n't
look
like
a
classroom
at
all
,
more
like
a
cross
between
someone
's
attic
and
an
old-fashioned
tea
shop
.
At
least
twenty
small
,
circular
tables
were
crammed
inside
it
,
all
surrounded
by
chintz
armchairs
and
fat
little
poufs
.
Everything
was
lit
with
a
dim
,
crimson
light
;
the
curtains
at
the
windows
were
all
closed
,
and
the
many
lamps
were
draped
with
dark
red
scarves
.
It
was
stiflingly
warm
,
and
the
fire
that
was
burning
under
the
crowded
mantelpiece
was
giving
off
a
heavy
,
sickly
sort
of
perfume
as
it
heated
a
large
copper
kettle
.
The
shelves
running
around
the
circular
walls
were
crammed
with
dusty-looking
feathers
,
stubs
of
candles
,
many
packs
of
tattered
playing
cards
,
countless
silvery
crystal
balls
,
and
a
huge
array
of
teacups
.
Ron
appeared
at
Harry
's
shoulder
as
the
class
assembled
around
them
,
all
talking
in
whispers
.
"
Where
is
she
?
"
Ron
said
.
A
voice
came
suddenly
out
of
the
shadows
,
a
soft
,
misty
sort
of
voice
.
"
Welcome
,
"
it
said
.
"
How
nice
to
see
you
in
the
physical
world
at
last
.
"
Harry
's
immediate
impression
was
of
a
large
,
glittering
insect
.
Professor
Trelawney
moved
into
the
firelight
,
and
they
saw
that
she
was
very
thin
;
her
large
glasses
magnified
her
eyes
to
several
times
their
natural
size
,
and
she
was
draped
in
a
gauzy
spangled
shawl
.
Innumerable
chains
and
beads
hung
around
her
spindly
neck
,
and
her
arms
and
hands
were
encrusted
with
bangles
and
rings
.
"
Sit
,
my
children
,
sit
,
"
she
said
,
and
they
all
climbed
awkwardly
into
armchairs
or
sank
onto
poufs
.
Harry
,
Ron
,
and
Hermione
sat
themselves
around
the
same
round
table
.
"
Welcome
to
Divination
,
"
said
Professor
Trelawney
,
who
had
seated
herself
in
a
winged
armchair
in
front
of
the
fire
.
"
My
name
is
Professor
Trelawney
.
You
may
not
have
seen
me
before
.
I
find
that
descending
too
often
into
the
hustle
and
bustle
of
the
main
school
clouds
my
Inner
Eye
.
"
Nobody
said
anything
to
this
extraordinary
pronouncement
.
Professor
Trelawney
delicately
rearranged
her
shawl
and
continued
,
"
So
you
have
chosen
to
study
Divination
,
the
most
difficult
of
all
magical
arts
.
I
must
warn
you
at
the
outset
that
if
you
do
not
have
the
Sight
,
there
is
very
little
I
will
be
able
to
teach
you
...
Books
can
take
you
only
so
far
in
this
field
...
"
