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There was too much truth in this to ignore, so half an hour later Harry took his seat in the hot, over-perfumed atmosphere of the Divination classroom feeling angry at everybody. Professor Trelawney was handing out copies of The Dream Oracle yet again; he would surely be much better employed doing Snape’s punishment essay than sitting here trying to find meaning in a lot of made-up dreams.

Snape had already given them homework, and he had Quidditch practice this evening; this would mean another couple of sleepless nights.

“Salamander blood, Harry!” Hermione moaned, grabbing his wrist to prevent him adding the wrong ingredient <…>. “Not pomegranate juice!”

Snape and Umbridge, the two teachers he hated most . . . it was hard to decide which he wanted to triumph over the other.

apparently they’ve got a special ward for people whose brains have been addled by magic . . .”

“Where did you take her?”

“Bear in mind,”

“Do you know how far this owl’s traveled, Potter?”
“Er,” said Harry. “From London, I think.”
He met her eyes briefly and knew that she understood “London” to mean “number twelve, Grimmauld Place” by the way her eyebrows had joined in the middle.

should be in class,
<…>
“Well then, why are you out of class?”

Professor Binns raised his eyes from his notes, looking amazed, as always, to find the room in front of him full of people.