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"What powers does he have?" said the witch, examining Scabbers closely.
"It's all right, Crookshanks," Hermione cooed through the wickerwork. "I'll let you out on the train."
Malfoy smirked across the table.
"Okay," said Harry slowly, "but why?"
"Ron hasn't put all his new things in his trunk yet," said Percy, in a long-suffering voice. "He's dumped them on my bed."
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.
"I can't go. The Dursleys didn't sign my permission form, and Fudge wouldn't either."
Professor Trelawney whirled around as Harry let out a snort of laughter.
"I think we will leave the lesson here for today," said Professor Trelawney in her mistiest voice. "Yes... please pack away your things...."
"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.
"What are you doing?"
Ron stood up so quickly he knocked Crookshanks's basket to the floor. Professor Lupin gave a snort.
It took them nearly ten minutes to catch Scabbers, who had taken refuge under a wastepaper bin outside Quality Quidditch Supplies. Ron stuffed the trembling rat back into his pocket and straightened up, massaging his head.
A voice came suddenly out of the shadows, a soft, misty sort of voice.
Malfoys thin mouth was curving in a mean smile.