"Well, I can certainly see why we're trying to keep them alive," said
Malfoy sarcastically. "Who wouldn't want pets that can burn, sting, and
bite all at once?""Just because they're not very pretty, it doesn't
mean they're not useful," Hermione snapped. "Dragon blood's amazingly
magical, but you wouldn't want a dragon for a pet, would you?"Harry and
Ron grinned at Hagrid, who gave them a furtive smile from behind his
bushy beard. Hagrid would have liked nothing better than a pet dragon,
as Harry, Ron, and Hermione knew only too well - he had owned one for a
brief period during their first year, a vicious Norwegian Ridgeback by
the name of Norbert. Hagrid simply loved monstrous creatures, the more
lethal, the better."Well, at least the skrewts are small," said Ron as
they made their way back up to the castle for lunch an hour later."They
are now," said Hermione in an exasperated voice, "but once Hagrid's
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something, will it?"said Ron, grinning slyly at her."You know perfectly
well I only said that to shut Malfoy up," said Hermione. "As a matter of
fact I think he's right. The best thing to do would be to stamp on the
lot of them before they start attacking us all."They sat down at the
Gryffindor table and helped themselves to lamb chops and
potatoes.Hermione began to eat so fast that Harry and Ron stared at
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"You're going to make yourself puke instead?""No," said Hermione, with
as much dignity as she could muster with her mouth bulging with sprouts.
"I just want to get to the library.""What?" said Ron in disbelief.
"Hermione - it's the first day back! We haven't even got homework
yet!"Hermione shrugged and continued to shovel down her food as though
she had not eaten for days. Then she leapt to her feet, said, "See you
at dinner!" and departed at high speed.When the bell rang to signal the
start of afternoon lessons, Harry and Ron set off for North Tower where,
at the top of a tightly spiraling staircase, a silver stepladder led to
a circular trapdoor in the ceiling, and the room where Professor
Trelawney lived.The familiar sweet perfume spreading from the fire met
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As ever, the curtains were all closed; the circular room was bathed in a
dim reddish light cast by the many lamps, which were all draped with
scarves and shawls. Harry and Ron walked through the mass of occupied
chintz chairs and poufs that cluttered the room, and sat down at the
same small circular table."Good day," said the misty voice of Professor
Trelawney right behind Harry, making him jump.A very thin woman with
enormous glasses that made her eyes appear far too large for her face,
Professor Trelawney was peering down at Harry with the tragic expression
she always wore whenever she saw him. The usual large amount of beads,
chains, and bangles glittered upon her person in the firelight."You are
preoccupied, my dear," she said mournfully to Harry. "My inner eye sees
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