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"Was Binky an old rabbit?"
"Right -- who wants ter go first?"
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.
pointing his own wand at the handle of the wardrobe. "One two -- three -- now!"
"Of course I don't," said Harry.
"There's always the feast," said Ron, in an effort to cheer Harry UP. "You know, the Halloween feast, in the evening."
"There was nothing woolly about the Grim in that cup!" said Ron hotly.
"Yes," said Fudge testily, "well, I'm very glad the Knight Bus picked Harry up, but he and I need to step inside the Leaky Cauldron now..."
"Thanks," Harry said to Ern.
The snowy owl clicked her beak and fluttered down onto Harry's arm.
Ron let his fork fall with a clatter.
Ern slammed on the brakes and the Knight Bus skidded to a halt in front of a small and shabby- looking pub, the Leaky Cauldron, behind which lay the magical entrance to Diagon Alley.
Fudge's finger slipped on the silver fastenings of his cloak.
"And a private parlor, please, Tom," said Fudge pointedly.
"Yo u want to set a better example for your sister!" snapped Mrs. Weasley.
Price on request... Harry didn't like to think how much gold the Firebolt would cost. He had never wanted anything as much in his whole life -- but he had never lost a Quidditch match on his Nim bus Two Thousand, and what was the point in emptying his Gringotts vault for the Firebolt, when he had a very good broom already? Harry didn't ask for the price, but he returned, almost every day after that, just to look at the Firebolt.
Harry opened his eyes; there were lanterns above him, and the floor was shaking -- the Hogwarts Express was moving again and the lights had come back on. He seemed to have slid out of his seat onto the floor. Ron and Hermione were kneeling next to him, and above them he could see Neville and Professor Lupin watching. Harry felt very sick; when he put up his hand to push his glasses back on, he felt cold sweat on his face.
"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."。