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Hermione was examining her new schedule.
â€œOoh, good, we're starting some new subjects today,â€ she said happily.
â€œHermione,â€ said Ron, frowning as he looked over her shoulder, â€œthey've messed up your timetable. Look â€” they've got you down for about ten subjects a day. There isn't enough time.â€
â€œI'll manage. I've fixed it all with Professor McGonagall.â€
â€œBut look,â€ said Ron, laughing, â€œsee this morning? Nine o'clock, Divination. And underneath, nine o'clock, Muggle Studies. And â€”â€ Ron leaned closer to the timetable, disbelieving, â€œlook â€” underneath that, Arithmancy, nine o'clock. I mean, I know you're good, Hermione, but no one's that good. How're you supposed to be in three classes at once?â€
â€œDon't be silly,â€ said Hermione shortly. â€œOf course I won't be in three classes at once.â€
â€œWell then â€”â€
â€œPass the marmalade,â€ said Hermione.
â€œOh, Ron, what's it to you if my timetable's a bit full?â€ Hermione snapped. â€œI told you, I've fixed it all with Professor McGonagall.â€
Just then, Hagrid entered the Great Hall. He was wearing his long moleskin overcoat and was absent-mindedly swinging a dead polecat from one enormous hand.
â€œAll righ'?â€ he said eagerly, pausing on his way to the staff table. â€œYer in my firsâ€™ ever lesson! Right after lunch! Bin up since five gettingâ€™ everthinâ€™ readyâ€¦hope it's OKâ€¦me, a teacherâ€¦hones'lyâ€¦â€
He grinned broadly at them and headed off to the staff table, still swinging the polecat.
â€œWonder what he's been getting ready?â€ said Ron, a note of anxiety in his voice.
The Hall was starting to empty as people headed off towards their first lesson. Ron checked his schedule.
â€œWe'd better go, look, Divination's at the top of North Tower. It'll take us ten minutes to get thereâ€¦â€
They finished breakfast hastily, said goodbye to Fred and George and walked back through the hall. As they passed the Slytherin table, Malfoy did yet another impression of a fainting fit. The shouts of laughter followed Harry into the Entrance Hall.
The journey through the castle to North Tower was a long one. Two years at Hogwarts hadn't taught them everything about the castle, and they had never been inside North Tower before.
â€œThere's â€” got â€” to â€” be â€” a â€” short â€” cut,â€ Ron panted, as they climbed the seventh long staircase and emerged on an unfamiliar landing, where there was nothing but a large painting of a bare stretch of grass hanging on the stone wall.
â€œI think it's this way,â€ said Hermione, peering down the empty passage to the right.
â€œCan't be,â€ said Ron. â€œThat's south. Look, you can see a bit of the lake outside the windowâ€¦â€
Harry was watching the painting. A fat, dappled-gray pony had just ambled onto the grass and was grazing nonchalantly. Harry was used to the subjects of Hogwarts paintings moving around and leaving their frames to visit each other, but he always enjoyed watching them. A moment later, a short, squat knight in a suit of armour had clanked into the picture after his pony. By the look of the grass stains on his metal knees, he had just fallen off.
â€œAha!â€ he yelled, seeing Harry, Ron and Hermione. â€œWhat villains are these, that trespass upon my private lands! Come to scorn at my fall, perchance? Draw, you knaves, you dogs!â€
They watched in astonishment as the little knight tugged his sword out of its scabbard and began brandishing it violently, hopping up and down in rage. But the sword was too long for him; a particularly wild swing made him overbalance, and he landed facedown in the grass.
â€œAre you all right?â€ said Harry, moving closer to the picture.
â€œGet back, you scurvy braggart! Back, you rogue!â€
The knight seized his sword again and used it to push himself back up, but the blade sank deeply into the grass and, though he pulled with all his might, he couldn't get it out again. Finally, he had to flop back down onto the grass and push up his visor to mop his sweating face.
â€œListen,â€ said Harry, taking advantage of the knight's exhaustion, â€œwe're looking for the North Tower. You don't know the way, do you?â€
â€œA quest!â€ The knight's rage seemed to vanish instantly. He clanked to his feet and shouted, â€œCome follow me, dear friends, and we shall find our goal, or else shall perish bravely in the charge!â€
He gave the sword another fruitless tug, tried and failed to mount the fat pony, gave up, and cried, â€œOn foot then, good sirs and gentle lady! On! On!â€
And he ran, clanking loudly, into the left side of the frame and out of sight.
They hurried after him along the corridor, following the sound of his armor. Every now and then they spotted him running through a picture ahead.
â€œBe of stout heart, the worst is yet to come!â€ yelled the knight, and they saw him reappear in front of an alarmed group of women in crinolines, whose picture hung on the wall of a narrow spiral staircase.
Puffing loudly, Harry, Ron, and Hermione climbed the tightly spiraling steps, getting dizzier and dizzier, until at last they heard the murmur of voices above them and knew they had reached the classroom.
â€œFarewell!â€ cried the knight, popping his head into a painting of some sinister-looking monks. â€œFarewell, my comrades-in-arms! If ever you have need of noble heart and steely sinew, call upon Sir Cadogan!â€
â€œYeah, we'll call you,â€ muttered Ron as the knight disappeared, â€œif we ever need someone mental.â€
They climbed the last few steps and emerged onto a tiny landing, where most of the class was already assembled. There were no doors off this landing, but Ron nudged Harry and pointed at the ceiling, where there was a circular trapdoor with a brass plaque on it.
â€œâ€˜Sibyll Trelawney, Divination teacher,'â€ Harry read. â€œHow're we supposed to get up there?â€
As though in answer to his question, the trapdoor suddenly opened, and a silvery ladder descended right at Harry's feet. Everyone got quiet.
â€œAfter you,â€ said Ron, grinning, so Harry climbed the ladder first.
He emerged into the strangest-looking classroom he had ever seen. In fact, it didn'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.
â€œWhere is she?â€ Ron said.
A voice came suddenly out of the shadows, a soft, misty sort of voice.
â€œWelcome,â€ it said. â€œHow nice to see you in the physical world at last.â€
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.
â€œSit, my children, sit,â€ she said, and they all climbed awkwardly into armchairs or sank onto poufs. Harry, Ron, and Hermione sat themselves around the same round table.
â€œWelcome to Divination,â€ said Professor Trelawney, who had seated herself in a winged armchair in front of the fire. â€œMy 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.â€
Nobody said anything to this extraordinary pronouncement. Professor Trelawney delicately rearranged her shawl and continued, â€œSo 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 youâ€¦Books can take you only so far in this fieldâ€¦â€
At these words, both Harry and Ron glanced, grinning, at Hermione, who looked startled at the news that books wouldn't be much help in this subject.
â€œMany witches and wizards, talented though they are in the area of loud bangs and smells and sudden disappearings, are yet unable to penetrate the veiled mysteries of the future,â€ Professor Trelawney went on, her enormous, gleaming eyes moving from face to nervous face. â€œIt is a Gift granted to few. You, boy,â€ she said suddenly to Neville, who almost toppled off his pouf. â€œIs your grandmother well?â€
â€œI think so,â€ said Neville tremulously.
â€œI wouldn't be so sure if I were you, dear,â€ said Professor Trelawney, the firelight glinting on her long emerald earrings. Neville gulped. Professor Trelawney continued placidly. â€œWe will be covering the basic methods of Divination this year. The first term will be devoted to reading the tea leaves. Next term we shall progress to palmistry. By the way, my dear,â€ she shot suddenly at Parvati Patil, â€œbeware a red-haired man.â€
Parvati gave a startled look at Ron, who was right behind her and edged her chair away from him.
â€œIn the second term,â€ Professor Trelawney went on, â€œwe shall progress to the crystal ball â€” if we have finished with fire omens, that is. Unfortunately, classes will be disrupted in February by a nasty bout of flu. I myself will lose my voice. And around Easter, one of our number will leave us for ever.â€
A very tense silence followed this pronouncement, but Professor Trelawney seemed unaware of it.
â€œI wonder, dear,â€ she said to Lavender Brown, who was nearest and shrank back in her chair, â€œif you could pass me the largest silver teapot?â€
Lavender, looking relieved, stood up, took an enormous teapot from the shelf, and put it down on the table in front of Professor Trelawney.
â€œThank you, my dear. Incidentally, that thing you are dreading â€” it will happen on Friday the sixteenth of October.â€
â€œNow, I want you all to divide into pairs. Collect a teacup from the shelf, come to me, and I will fill it. Then sit down and drink, drink until only the dregs remain. Swill these around the cup three times with the left hand, then turn the cup upside down on its saucer, wait for the last of the tea to drain away, then give your cup to your partner to read. You will interpret the patterns using pages five and six of Unfogging the Future. I shall move among you, helping and instructing. Oh, and dear,â€ â€” she caught Neville by the arm as he made to stand up, â€œafter you've broken your first cup, would you be so kind as to select one of the blue patterned ones? I'm rather attached to the pink.â€
Sure enough, Neville had no sooner reached the shelf of teacups when there was a tinkle of breaking china. Professor Trelawney swept over to him holding a dustpan and brush and said, â€œOne of the blue ones, then, dear, if you wouldn't mindâ€¦thank youâ€¦â€
When Harry and Ron had had their teacups filled, they went back to their table and tried to drink the scalding tea quickly. They swilled the dregs around as Professor Trelawney had instructed, then drained the cups and swapped over.
â€œRight,â€ said Ron as they both opened their books at pages five and six. â€œWhat can you see in mine?â€
â€œA load of soggy brown stuff,â€ said Harry. The heavily perfumed smoke in the room was making him feel sleepy and stupid.
â€œBroaden your minds, my dears, and allow your eyes to see past the mundane!â€ Professor Trelawney cried through the gloom.
Harry tried to pull himself together.
â€œRight, you've got a crooked sort of crossâ€¦â€ He consulted Unfogging the Future. â€œThat means you're going to have â€˜trials and sufferingâ€™ â€” sorry about that â€” but there's a thing that could be the sun. Hang onâ€¦that means â€˜great happiness'â€¦so you're going to suffer but be very happyâ€¦â€
â€œYou need your Inner Eye tested, if you ask me,â€ said Ron, and they both had to stifle their laughs as Professor Trelawney gazed in their direction.
â€œMy turnâ€¦â€ Ron peered into Harry's teacup, his forehead wrinkled with effort. â€œThere's a blob a bit like a bowler hat,â€ he said. â€œMaybe you're going to work for the Ministry of Magicâ€¦â€
He turned the teacup the other way up.
â€œBut this way it looks more like an acornâ€¦what's that?â€ He scanned his copy of Unfogging the Future. â€œâ€˜A windfall, unexpected gold.â€™ Excellent, you can lend me some. And there's a thing here,â€ he turned the cup again, â€œthat looks like an animalâ€¦yeah, if that was its headâ€¦it looks like a hippoâ€¦no, a sheepâ€¦â€
Professor Trelawney whirled around as Harry let out a snort of laughter.
â€œLet me see that, my dear,â€ she said reprovingly to Ron, sweeping over and snatching Harry's cup from him. Everyone went quiet to watch.
Professor Trelawney was staring into the teacup, rotating it counterclockwise.
â€œThe falconâ€¦my dear, you have a deadly enemy.â€
â€œBut everyone knows that,â€ said Hermione in a loud whisper. Professor Trelawney stared at her.
â€œWell, they do,â€ said Hermione. â€œEverybody knows about Harry and You-Know-Who.â€
Harry and Ron stared at her with a mixture of amazement and admiration. They had never heard Hermione speak to a teacher like that before. Professor Trelawney chose not to reply. She lowered her huge eyes to Harry's cup again and continued to turn it.
â€œThe clubâ€¦an attack. Dear, dear, this is not a happy cupâ€¦â€
â€œI thought that was a bowler hat,â€ said Ron sheepishly.
â€œThe skullâ€¦danger in your path, my dearâ€¦â€
Everyone was staring, transfixed, at Professor Trelawney, who gave the cup a final turn, gasped, and then screamed.
There was another tinkle of breaking china; Neville had smashed his second cup. Professor Trelawney sank into a vacant armchair, her glittering hand at her heart and her eyes closed.
â€œMy dear boy â€” my poor dear boy â€” no â€” it is kinder not to say â€” no â€” don't ask me.â€¦â€
â€œWhat is it, Professor?â€ said Dean Thomas at once. Everyone had got to their feet, and slowly they crowded around Harry and Ron's table, pressing close to Professor Trelawney's chair to get a good look at Harry's cup.
â€œMy dear,â€ Professor Trelawney's huge eyes opened dramatically, â€œyou have the Grim.â€
â€œThe what?â€ said Harry.
He could tell that he wasn't the only one who didn't understand; Dean Thomas shrugged at him and Lavender Brown looked puzzled, but nearly everybody else clapped their hands to their mouths in horror.
â€œThe Grim, my dear, the Grim!â€ cried Professor Trelawney, who looked shocked that Harry hadn't understood. â€œThe giant, spectral dog that haunts churchyards! My dear boy, it is an omen â€” the worst omen â€” of death!â€
Harry's stomach lurched. That dog on the cover of Death Omens in Flourish and Blotts â€” the dog in the shadows of Magnolia Crescentâ€¦Lavender Brown clapped her hands to her mouth too. Everyone was looking at Harry, everyone except Hermione, who had gotten up and moved around to the back of Professor Trelawney's chair.
â€œI don't think it looks like a Grim,â€ she said flatly.
Professor Trelawney surveyed Hermione with mounting dislike.
â€œYou'll forgive me for saying so, my dear, but I perceive very little aura around you. Very little receptivity to the resonances of the future.â€
Seamus Finnigan was tilting his head from side to side.
â€œIt looks like a Grim if you do this,â€ he said, with his eyes almost shut, â€œbut it looks more like a donkey from here,â€ he said, leaning to the left.
â€œWhen you've all finished deciding whether I'm going to die or not!â€ said Harry, taking even himself by surprise. Now nobody seemed to want to look at him.
â€œI think we will leave the lesson here for today,â€ said Professor Trelawney in her mistiest voice. â€œYesâ€¦please pack away your thingsâ€¦â€
Silently the class took their teacups back to Professor Trelawney, packed away their books, and closed their bags. Even Ron was avoiding Harry's eyes.
â€œUntil we meet again,â€ said Professor Trelawney faintly, â€œfair fortune be yours. Oh, and dear,â€ â€” she pointed at Neville, â€œyou'll be late next time, so mind you work extra-hard to catch up.â€
Harry, Ron, and Hermione descended Professor Trelawney's ladder and the winding stair in silence, then set off for Professor McGonagall's Transfiguration lesson. It took them so long to find her classroom that, early as they had left Divination, they were only just in time.
Harry chose a seat right at the back of the room, feeling as though he were sitting in a very bright spotlight; the rest of the class kept shooting furtive glances at him, as though he were about to drop dead at any moment. He hardly heard what Professor McGonagall was telling them about Animagi (wizards who could transform at will into animals), and wasn't even watching when she transformed herself in front of their eyes into a tabby cat with spectacle markings around her eyes.
â€œReally, what has got into you all today?â€ said Professor McGonagall, turning back into herself with a faint pop, and staring around at them all. â€œNot that it matters, but that's the first time my transformation's not got applause from a class.â€
Everybody's heads turned toward Harry again, but nobody spoke. Then Hermione raised her hand.
â€œPlease, Professor, we've just had our first Divination class, and we were reading the tea leaves, and â€”â€
â€œAh, of course,â€ said Professor McGonagall, suddenly frowning. â€œThere is no need to say any more, Miss Granger. Tell me, which of you will be dying this year?â€
Everyone stared at her.
â€œMe,â€ said Harry, finally.
â€œI see,â€ said Professor McGonagall, fixing Harry with her beady eyes. â€œThen you should know, Potter, that Sibyll Trelawney has predicted the death of one student a year since she arrived at this school. None of them has died yet. Seeing death omens is her favorite way of greeting a new class. If it were not for the fact that I never speak ill of my colleagues â€”â€ Professor McGonagall broke off, and they saw that her nostrils had gone white. She went on, more calmly, â€œDivination is one of the most imprecise branches of magic. I shall not conceal from you that I have very little patience with it. True Seers are very rare, and Professor Trelawneyâ€¦â€
She stopped again, and then said, in a very matter-of-fact tone, â€œYou look in excellent health to me, Potter, so you will excuse me if I don't let you off homework today. I assure you that if you die, you need not hand it in.â€
Hermione laughed. Harry felt a bit better. It was harder to feel scared of a lump of tea leaves away from the dim red light and befuddling perfume of Professor Trelawney's classroom. Not everyone was convinced, however. Ron still looked worried, and Lavender whispered, â€œBut what about Neville's cup?â€
When the Transfiguration class had finished, they joined the crowd thundering toward the Great Hall for lunch.
â€œRon, cheer up,â€ said Hermione, pushing a dish of stew toward him. â€œYou heard what Professor McGonagall said.â€
Ron spooned stew onto his plate and picked up his fork but didn't start.
â€œHarry,â€ he said, in a low, serious voice, â€œYou haven't seen a great black dog anywhere, have you?â€
â€œYeah, I have,â€ said Harry. â€œI saw one the night I left the Dursleys'.â€
Ron let his fork fall with a clatter.
â€œProbably a stray,â€ said Hermione calmly.
Ron looked at Hermione as though she had gone mad.
â€œHermione, if Harry's seen a Grim, that's â€” that's bad,â€ he said. â€œMy â€” my uncle Bilius saw one and â€” and he died twenty-four hours later!â€
â€œCoincidence,â€ said Hermione airily, pouring herself some pumpkin juice.
â€œYou don't know what you're talking about!â€ said Ron, starting to get angry. â€œGrims scare the living daylights out of most wizards!â€
â€œThere you are, then,â€ said Hermione in a superior tone. â€œThey see the Grim and die of fright. The Grim's not an omen, it's the cause of death! And Harry's still with us because he's not stupid enough to see one and think, right, well, I'd better kick the bucket then!â€
Ron mouthed wordlessly at Hermione, who opened her bag, took out her new Arithmancy book, and propped it open against the juice jug.
â€œI think Divination seems very woolly,â€ she said, searching for her page. â€œA lot of guesswork, if you ask me.â€
â€œThere was nothing woolly about the Grim in that cup!â€ said Ron hotly.
â€œYou didn't seem quite so confident when you were telling Harry it was a sheep,â€ said Hermione coolly.
â€œProfessor Trelawney said you didn't have the right aura! You just don't like being bad at something for a change!â€
He had touched a nerve. Hermione slammed her Arithmancy book down on the table so hard that bits of meat and carrot flew everywhere.
â€œIf being good at Divination means I have to pretend to see death omens in a lump of tea leaves, I'm not sure I'll be studying it much longer! That lesson was absolute rubbish compared with my Arithmancy class!â€
She snatched up her bag and stalked away.
Ron frowned after her.
â€œWhat's she talking about?â€ he said to Harry. â€œShe hasn't been to an Arithmancy class yet.â€
Harry was pleased to get out of the castle after lunch. Yesterday's rain had cleared; the sky was a clear, pale gray, and the grass was springy and damp underfoot as they set off for their first ever Care of Magical Creatures class.
Ron and Hermione weren't speaking to each other. Harry walked beside them in silence as they went down the sloping lawns to Hagrid's hut on the edge of the Forbidden Forest. It was only when he spotted three only-too-familiar backs ahead of them that he realized they must be having these lessons with the Slytherins. Malfoy was talking animatedly to Crabbe and Goyle, who were chortling. Harry was quite sure he knew what they were talking about.
Hagrid was waiting for his class at the door of his hut. He stood in his moleskin overcoat, with Fang the boarhound at his heels, looking impatient to start.
â€œC'mon, now, get a move on!â€ he called as the class approached. â€œGot a real treat for yeh today! Great lesson cominâ€™ up! Everyone here? Right, follow me!â€
For one nasty moment, Harry thought that Hagrid was going to lead them into the forest; Harry had had enough unpleasant experiences in there to last him a lifetime. However, Hagrid strolled off around the edge of the trees, and five minutes later, they found themselves outside a kind of paddock. There was nothing in there.
â€œEveryone gather â€˜round the fence here!â€ he called. â€œThat's it â€” make sure yeh can see â€” now, firsâ€™ thing yeh'll want ter do is open yer books â€”â€
â€œHow?â€ said the cold, drawling voice of Draco Malfoy.
â€œEh?â€ said Hagrid.
â€œHow do we open our books?â€ Malfoy repeated. He took out his copy of The Monster Book of Monsters, which he had bound shut with a length of rope. Other people took theirs out too; some, like Harry, had belted their book shut; others had crammed them inside tight bags or clamped them together with binder clips.
â€œHasnâ€™ â€” hasnâ€™ anyone bin able ter open their books?â€ said Hagrid, looking crestfallen.
The class all shook their heads.
â€œYeh've got ter stroke â€˜em,â€ said Hagrid, as though this was the most obvious thing in the world. â€œLook â€”â€
He took Hermione's copy and ripped off the Spellotape that bound it. The book tried to bite, but Hagrid ran a giant forefinger down its spine, and the book shivered, and then fell open and lay quiet in his hand.
â€œOh, how silly we've all been!â€ Malfoy sneered. â€œWe should have stroked them! Why didn't we guess!â€
â€œI â€” I thought they were funny,â€ Hagrid said uncertainly to Hermione.
â€œOh, tremendously funny!â€ said Malfoy. â€œReally witty, giving us books that try and rip our hands off!â€
â€œShut up, Malfoy,â€ said Harry quietly. Hagrid was looking downcast and Harry wanted Hagrid's first lesson to be a success.
â€œRighâ€™ then,â€ said Hagrid, who seemed to have lost his thread, â€œso â€” so yeh've got yer books an'â€¦an'â€¦now yeh need the Magical Creatures. Yeah. So I'll go anâ€™ get â€˜em. Hang onâ€¦â€
He strode away from them into the forest and out of sight.
â€œGod, this place is going to the dogs,â€ said Malfoy loudly. â€œThat oaf teaching classes, my father'll have a fit when I tell him â€”â€
â€œShut up, Malfoy,â€ Harry repeated.
â€œCareful, Potter, there's a Dementor behind you â€”â€
â€œOooooooh!â€ squealed Lavender Brown, pointing toward the opposite side of the paddock.
Trotting toward them were a dozen of the most bizarre creatures Harry had ever seen. They had the bodies, hind legs, and tails of horses, but the front legs, wings, and heads of what seemed to be giant eagles, with cruel, steel-colored beaks and large, brilliantly, orange eyes. The talons on their front legs were half a foot long and deadly looking. Each of the beasts had a thick leather collar around its neck, which was attached to a long chain, and the ends of all of these were held in the vast hands of Hagrid, who came jogging into the paddock behind the creatures.
â€œGee up, there!â€ he roared, shaking the chains and urging the creatures toward the fence where the class stood. Everyone drew back slightly as Hagrid reached them and tethered the creatures to the fence.
â€œHippogriffs!â€ Hagrid roared happily, waving a hand at them. â€œBeau'iful, arenâ€™ they?â€
Harry could sort of see what Hagrid meant. Once you got over the first shock of seeing something that was half horse, half bird, you started to appreciate the Hippogriffsâ€™ gleaming coats, changing smoothly from feather to hair, each of them a different color: stormy gray, bronze, pinkish roan, gleaming chestnut, and inky black.
â€œSo,â€ said Hagrid, rubbing his hands together and beaming around, â€œif yeh wanâ€™ ter come a bit nearerâ€¦â€
No one seemed to want to. Harry, Ron, and Hermione, however, approached the fence cautiously.
â€œNow, firsâ€™ thing yeh gotta know abouâ€™ Hippogriffs is, they're proud,â€ said Hagrid. â€œEasily offended, Hippogriffs are. Don't never insult one, â€˜cause it might be the last thing yeh do.â€
Malfoy, Crabbe, and Goyle weren't listening; they were talking in an undertone and Harry had a nasty feeling they were plotting how best to disrupt the lesson.
â€œYeh always wait fer the Hippogriff ter make the firsâ€™ move,â€ Hagrid continued. â€œIt's polite, see? Yeh walk toward him, and yeh bow, anâ€™ yeh wait. If he bows back, yeh're allowed ter touch him. If he doesnâ€™ bow, then get away from him sharpish, â€˜cause those talons hurt.â€
â€œRight â€” who wants ter go first?â€
Most of the class backed farther away in answer. Even Harry, Ron, and Hermione had misgivings. The Hippogriffs were tossing their fierce heads and flexing their powerful wings; they didn't seem to like being tethered like this.
â€œNo one?â€ said Hagrid, with a pleading look.
â€œI'll do it,â€ said Harry.
There was an intake of breath from behind him, and both Lavender and Parvati whispered, â€œOooh, no, Harry, remember your tea leaves!â€
Harry ignored them. He climbed over the paddock fence.
â€œGood man, Harry!â€ roared Hagrid. â€œRight then â€” let's see how yeh get on with Buckbeak.â€
He untied one of the chains, pulled the gray Hippogriff away from its fellows, and slipped off its leather collar. The class on the other side of the paddock seemed to be holding its breath. Malfoy's eyes were narrowed maliciously.
â€œEasy now, Harry,â€ said Hagrid quietly. â€œYeh've got eye contact, now try not ter blinkâ€¦Hippogriffs donâ€™ trust yeh if yeh blink too muchâ€¦â€
Harry's eyes immediately began to water, but he didn't shut them. Buckbeak had turned his great, sharp head and was staring at Harry with one fierce orange eye. â€œTha's it,â€ said Hagrid. â€œTha's it, Harryâ€¦now, bow.â€
Harry didn't feel much like exposing the back of his neck to Buckbeak, but he did as he was told. He gave a short bow and then looked up.
The Hippogriff was still staring haughtily at him. It didn't move.
â€œAh,â€ said Hagrid, sounding worried. â€œRight â€” back away, now, Harry, easy does it â€”â€
But then, to Harry's enormous surprise, the Hippogriff suddenly bent its scaly front knees and sank into what was
an unmistakable bow.
â€œWell done, Harry!â€ said Hagrid, ecstatic. â€œRight â€” yeh can touch him! Pat his beak, go on!â€
Feeling that a better reward would have been to back away, Harry moved slowly toward the Hippogriff and reached out toward it. He patted the beak several times and the Hippogriff closed its eyes lazily, as though enjoying it.
The class broke into applause, all except for Malfoy, Crabbe, and Goyle, who were looking deeply disappointed.
â€œRighâ€™ then, Harry,â€ said Hagrid. â€œI reckon he mighâ€™ let yeh ride him!â€
This was more than Harry had bargained for. He was used to a broomstick; but he wasn't sure a Hippogriff would be quite the same.
â€œYeh climb up there, jusâ€™ behind the wing joint,â€ said Hagrid, â€œanâ€™ mind yeh donâ€™ pull any of his feathers out, he wonâ€™ like thatâ€¦â€
Harry put his foot on the top of Buckbeak's wing and hoisted himself onto its back. Buckbeak stood up. Harry wasn't sure where to hold on; everything in front of him was covered with feathers.
â€œGo on, then!â€ roared Hagrid, slapping the Hippogriffs hindquarters.
Without warning, twelve-foot wings flapped open on either side of Harry, he just had time to seize the Hippogriff around the neck before he was soaring upward. It was nothing like a broomstick, and Harry knew which one he preferred; the Hippogriff's wings beat uncomfortably on either side of him, catching him under his legs and making him feel he was about to be thrown off; the glossy feathers slipped under his fingers and he didn't dare get a stronger grip; instead of the smooth action of his Nimbus Two Thousand, he now felt himself rocking backward and forward as the hindquarters of the Hippogriff rose and fell with its wings.
Buckbeak flew him once around the paddock and then headed back to the ground; this was the bit Harry had been dreading; he leaned back as the smooth neck lowered, feeling he was going to slip off over the beak, then felt a heavy thud as the four ill-assorted feet hit the ground. He just managed to hold on and push himself straight again.
â€œGood work, Harry!â€ roared Hagrid as everyone except Malfoy, Crabbe, and Goyle cheered. â€œOkay, who else wants a go?â€
Emboldened by Harry's success, the rest of the class climbed cautiously into the paddock. Hagrid untied the Hippogriffs one by one, and soon people were bowing nervously, all over the paddock. Neville ran repeatedly backward from his, which didn't seem to want to bend its knees. Ron and Hermione practiced on the chestnut, while Harry watched.
Malfoy, Crabbe, and Goyle had taken over Buckbeak. He had bowed to Malfoy, who was now patting his beak, looking disdainful.
â€œThis is very easy,â€ Malfoy drawled, loud enough for Harry to, hear him. â€œI knew it must have been, if Potter could do itâ€¦I bet you're not dangerous at all, are you?â€ he said to the Hippogriff. â€œAre you, you great ugly brute?â€
It happened in a flash of steely talons; Malfoy let out a high pitched scream and next moment, Hagrid was wrestling Buckbeak back into his collar as he strained to get at Malfoy, who lay curled in the grass, blood blossoming over his robes.
â€œI'm dying!â€ Malfoy yelled as the class panicked. â€œI'm dying, look at me! It's killed me!â€
â€œYer not dyin'!â€ said Hagrid, who had gone very white. â€œSomeone help me â€” gotta get him outta here â€”â€
Hermione ran to hold open the gate as Hagrid lifted Malfoy easily. As they passed, Harry saw that there was a long, deep gash on Malfoy's arm; blood splattered the grass and Hagrid ran with him, up the slope toward the castle.
Very shaken, the Care of Magical Creatures class followed at a walk. The Slytherins were all shouting about Hagrid.
â€œThey should sack him straight away!â€ said Pansy Parkinson, who was in tears.
â€œIt was Malfoy's fault!â€ snapped Dean Thomas. Crabbe and Goyle flexed their muscles threateningly.
They all climbed the stone steps into the deserted entrance hall.
â€œI'm going to see if he's okay!â€ said Pansy, and they all watched her run up the marble staircase. The Slytherins, still muttering about Hagrid, headed away in the direction of their dungeon common room; Harry, Ron, and Hermione proceeded upstairs to Gryffindor Tower.
â€œYou think he'll be all right?â€ said Hermione nervously.
â€œCourse he will. Madam Pomfrey can mend cuts in about a second,â€ said Harry, who had had far worse injuries mended magically by the nurse.
â€œThat was a really bad thing to happen in Hagrid's first class, though, wasn't it?â€ said Ron, looking worried. â€œTrust Malfoy to mess things up for himâ€¦â€
They were among the first to reach the Great Hall at dinnertime, hoping to see Hagrid, but he wasn't there.
â€œThey wouldn't fire him, would they?â€ said Hermione anxiously, not touching her steak-and-kidney pudding.
â€œThey'd better not,â€ said Ron, who wasn't eating either.
Harry was watching the Slytherin table. A large group including Crabbe and Goyle was huddled together, deep in conversation. Harry was sure they were cooking up their own version of how Malfoy had been injured.
â€œWell, you can't say it wasn't an interesting first day back,â€ said Ron gloomily.
They went up to the crowded Gryffindor common room after dinner and tried to do the homework Professor McGonagall had given them, but all three of them kept breaking off and glancing out of the tower window.
â€œThere's a light on in Hagrid's window,â€ Harry said suddenly.
Ron looked at his watch.
â€œIf we hurried, we could go down and see him. It's still quite earlyâ€¦â€
â€œI don't know,â€ Hermione said slowly, and Harry saw her glance at him.
â€œI'm allowed to walk across the grounds,â€ he said pointedly. â€œSirius Black hasn't got past the Dementors yet, has he?â€
So they put their things away and headed out of the portrait hole, glad to meet nobody on their way to the front doors, as they weren't entirely sure they were supposed to be out.
The grass was still wet and looked almost black in the twilight. When they reached Hagrid's hut, they knocked, and a voice growled, â€œC'min.â€
Hagrid was sitting in his shirtsleeves at his scrubbed wooden table; his boarhound, Fang, had his head in Hagrid's lap. One look told them that Hagrid had been drinking a lot; there was a pewter tankard almost as big as a bucket in front of him, and he seemed to be having difficulty getting them into focus.
â€œâ€˜Spect it's a record,â€ he said thickly, when he recognized them. â€œDonâ€™ reckon they've ever had a teacher who lasted on'y a day before.â€
â€œYou haven't been fired, Hagrid!â€ gasped Hermione.
â€œNot yet,â€ said Hagrid miserably, taking a huge gulp of whatever was in the tankard. â€œBut's only a matter oâ€™ time, I'n't, after Malfoyâ€¦â€
â€œHow is he?â€ said Ron as they all sat down. â€œIt wasn't serious, was it?â€
â€œMadam Pomfrey fixed him best she could,â€ said Hagrid dully, â€œbut he's sayinâ€™ it's still agonyâ€¦covered in bandagesâ€¦moanin'â€¦â€
â€œHe's faking it,â€ said Harry at once. â€œMadam Pomfrey can mend anything. She regrew half my bones last year. Trust Malfoy to milk it for all it's worth.â€
â€œSchool gov'nors have bin told, oâ€™ course,â€ said Hagrid miserably. â€œThey reckon I started too big. Shoulda left Hippogriffs fer laterâ€¦one flobberworms or summatâ€¦Jusâ€™ thought it'd make a good firsâ€™ lesson's all my faultâ€¦â€
â€œIt's all Malfoy's fault, Hagrid!â€ said Hermione earnestly.
â€œWe're witnesses,â€ said Harry. â€œYou said Hippogriffs attack if you insult them. It's Malfoy's problem that he wasn't listening. We'll tell Dumbledore what really happened.â€
â€œYeah, don't worry, Hagrid, we'll back you up,â€ said Ron.
Tears leaked out of the crinkled corners of Hagrid's beetle-black eyes. He grabbed both Harry and Ron and pulled them into a bone-breaking hug.
â€œI think you've had enough to drink, Hagrid,â€ said Hermione firmly. She took the tankard from the table and went outside to empty it.
â€œAh, maybe she's right,â€ said Hagrid, letting go of Harry and Ron, who both staggered away, rubbing their ribs. Hagrid heaved himself out of his chair and followed Hermione unsteadily outside. They heard a loud splash.
â€œWhat's he done?â€ said Harry nervously as Hermione came back in with the empty tankard.
â€œStuck his head in the water barrel,â€ said Hermione, putting the tankard away.
Hagrid came back, his long hair and beard sopping wet, wiping the water out of his eyes.
â€œThat's better,â€ he said, shaking his head like a dog and drenching them all. â€œListen, it was good of yeh ter come anâ€™ see me, I really â€”â€
Hagrid stopped dead, staring at Harry as though he'd only just realized he was there.
â€œWHAT D'YEH THINK YOU'RE DOIN', EH?â€ he roared, so suddenly that they jumped a foot in the air. â€œYEH'RE NOT TO GO WANDERINâ€™ AROUND AFTER DARK, HARRY! AN, YOU TWO! LETTINâ€™ HIM!â€
Hagrid strode over to Harry, grabbed his arm, and pulled him to the door.
â€œC'mon!â€ Hagrid said angrily. â€œI'm takinâ€™ yer all back up ter school anâ€™ donâ€™ let me catch yeh walkinâ€™ down ter see me after dark again. I'm not worth that!â€
The Prisoner of Azkaban
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