You've grown over the summer, Harry

You've grown over the summer, Harry!" Sirius gave Harry a warm hug. "How was the forest?"

"Wonderful! Basil was a little testy at first because I wouldn't let him eat any of the woodland mice, but he did enjoy Twig's apple pies. I wish you could have come too, Sirius!"

Sirius ruffled Harry's hair fondly. "Another time, Harry! But look at this: While you were gone, Severus and I made a great deal of progress on the map. As it turns out, he is quite good at this. Your potions professor really does make quite a talented marauder. Oh, look - I made him blush! Show Harry the map, Severus! It will only be a matter of weeks now before it is complete. And then we will be able to find that little rat. Perhaps we should introduce him to Harry's friend Basil."

"Throw the rat to the basilisk? An intriguing idea, Sirius." A shadow of a smile passed over Snape's face. He unrolled an enormous piece of parchment. "This is a magical map of all of Britain, Harry. If Pettigrew is in this country, Sirius and I will find him."

"Perhaps Remus can help us with the last few parts," mused Sirius. "Then we will be able to finish this faster. I miss working with Remus."

For some reason, this suggestion did not seem to please Snape at all. A slight flush crept up his pale neck now. "I'm not certain it would be wise to include another person in our work at this advanced stage," he muttered. "And we will be finished soon enough, anyway. I am sure Professor Lupin will be very busy with his classes and his... er... hobbies. I assume he still likes to go for walks in the moonlight?" He spoke, Harry noted, as if he didn't care very much for moonlight.

Sirius looked up from the map in surprise and gave Snape a frosty stare. "You just had to bring that up, didn't you? Still out to get the old Marauders in trouble! Some things never change, do they, Snivellus?" He shook his head, and his mouth set in a firm line. "You greasy bastard!"

Snape flushed angrily. "No, apparently things do not change, Mr. Black. Much as we would like to pretend otherwise."

The two men glared at each other for a moment, before bending back over the map in silence, scanning the inky landscape for a sign of Peter Pettigrew.

...

Harry looked around the Divination classroom in wonder. What a lovely room! It was decorated with sparkling crystal spheres, flowing fabrics in all sorts of interesting colors, and deep, comfortable armchairs.

"We must have wandered into someone's sitting room by mistake," whispered Harry to Ron. "Look, this room is set up for a tea party, not a class!"

But at that moment, a thin cricket-like voice came out of the shadows:

"Welcome. How nice to see you in the physical world at last." A curious human fluttered out from behind a heavy velvet curtain and beamed at the students. She was dressed in some sort of trailing fabric and draped with scarves and strings of tinkling beads, and she sounded like a bubbling stream when she walked. "Sit, children!"

The students sat, hesitantly, in the armchairs that were placed around small round tables. The lady introduced herself as Professor Trelawney, and explained that they may not have seen her before, since she usually preferred to remain in her tower rather than come down to the Great Hall for meals.

"All the hustle and bustle down there," she said in a dramatic whisper, "disturbs my Inner Eye."

"She has an Inner Eye?" Harry gazed at the lady in fascination. He knew that many animals had inner eyelids, of course, like cats - but a whole inner eye? Where was it? Harry stared at Professor Trelawney, but he could only see two regular eyes in her face, no matter how hard he looked. Did she really have a third one on the inside? Behind one of the others, perhaps? How terribly interesting! Not, of course, that there was very much you could do with an inner eye; eyes really worked better if they had a proper view of the outside.

"Be warned: If you do not have the Sight, there will not be much I can teach you in this class," sighed Professor Trelawney. The students glanced nervously at one another.

"Do you... er... have the Sight?" muttered Ron to Harry under his breath.

Harry beamed. "Of course I do! My eyes were a little weak when I was a baby, but Twig strengthened my eyes so I would stop tripping over the squirrels. I've got very good Sight."

Professor Trelawney must have realized that her students were still a little sleepy at this hour of the morning, for she immediately instructed them to pour themselves cups of tea and drink them. Harry was very touched by her thoughtfulness. He was a little thirsty, actually, although the tea in the large silver tea pots was a little too sweet for his taste.

Behind him, Harry heard Draco whisper to Blaise Zabini: "Oh, for Merlin's sake! This tea is not even Darjeeling. I predict that I will be bringing my own tea to class in the future."

"Now, gaze into your cups," instructed the professor, "and tell me what you see in the tea leaves."

"There's something in the tea leaves?" Harry poked his dregs curiously with his spoon. "No, I don't think so. There's nothing in here, except a little bit more tea if you squeeze the leaves hard."

"She means what sorts of patterns do you see in the tea leaves, Harry." Ron consulted his course book. "Your leaves are supposed to look like a cross, or a sun, or something. It's a way of foretelling the future. I suppose fairies are brilliant at reading the future?"

Harry shrugged. "I've never seen any if them try. Fairies like to be surprised. But I suppose we will learn some interesting things in this class, even if predicting the future is a little bit like peeking at the end of a book before you have finished reading it." Harry peered into his cup again. "Let's see... My leaves are shaped like... leaves, I think."

"Oh, dear." Professor Trelawney paused next to Harry and Ron, and she shook her head in apparent sadness. "I am afraid not everyone has a gift for the noble art of Divination. You really must try to broaden you mind." She reached for Harry's cup and peeked into it. "What? Oh, no! Oh, no!" She gave a small anguished cry, and the other students glanced up from their cups with interest.

Professor Tralawney put the cup back on the table with a thud and clutched at her chest. She was looking rather ill all of a sudden. "Oh, you poor child! You poor, poor child! You have... the Grim!"

"The Grim? What's that?" asked Harry curiously.

For some reason, the professor trembled little. "It's an omen, a sign of terrible things to come in your future... My dear boy, it is a sign of DEATH!"

"Really?" Harry looked doubtfully into his tea cup. He didn't really see how you could die from drinking tea, unless the tea was tainted.

"What? Death?" Ron was looking a little scared now. "Are you... are you sure about that, Professor?"

Trelawney nodded. "I am afraid so, yes. See that outline of the dog? It can mean only one thing, I am afraid..." She was shaking so badly her beads began to make little melodies of their own, even if she was standing in one spot.

"Don't worry, Professor," said Harry soothingly. "Look, I'll make the dog go away if it bothers you!" He used his spoon to swirl the tea leaves around. "See, now there is a nice wolf instead." He patted the professor gently on the arm. "Does that make you feel better?"

Professor Trelawney froze. "What... what in Merlin's name did you just do, child?"

"I made the Grim vanish, since you didn't seem to care for it," explained Harry patiently, "and now there is a wolf in my cup."

Professor Trelawney blinked slowly. "But you can't... you can't just change the leaves! That's just... preposterous! Oh, dear. I... I don't know what to say... In all my years as Professor of Divination, I have never..."

The professor was looking distinctly unwell, and Harry whispered to Ron: "I think she is coming down with something. She seems very pale, and her gaze looks feverish."

"Oh, don't worry, Harry," breathed Ron back. "I think that's just her Inner Eye crying a little bit."

...

Harry took an immediate liking to the new Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher, Professor Lupin. He seemed very cheerful and kind, although his class was a little odd.

Professor Lupin made the students stand in front of an old cupboard, and then each student had to open the door and see what they could find in there. There were all sorts of lovely things in the magical cabinet: A beautiful large spider, a human hand that could walk by itself across the floor, a very enthusiastic banshee, and a strange human wrapped in white cloth. For some reason, the professor wanted the students to change each of these wonderful creatures into something else. Harry was a little puzzled by the whole thing, but it was all quite entertaining. Some of the students were a little nervous when their turns came. Ron's freckled face had taken on a slight greenish tint; perhaps he was worried about doing magic in front of so many people. But Ron clutched his wand and tried to change the spider into something funny, as Professor Lupin had instructed him to do. But unfortunately, Ron only managed to knock the poor creature's legs off, and the spider rolled helplessly around on the floor for a few moments.

"Your turn, Harry!" The professor gave Harry a friendly nod. "No, wait, perhaps you shouldn't..."

Harry ran over to the cupboard and opened it. What sort of interesting creature would he find in there? But to Harry's great disappointment, the cabinet seemed to have run out of magical creatures. Harry waited patiently for something to come out of the cupboard, but nothing happened. Bewildered, Harry stuck his head into the cupboard, but it was completely empty, except for a little dust.

"Oh, no! There's nothing in here, Professor!" Harry struggled to conceal his disappointment. "I'm afraid there are no more creatures left. Perhaps they have all been used up."

"There's nothing in there?" The professor stared at Harry. "What in

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Bạn đã trồng trong mùa hè, Harry!" Sirius đã cho Harry một cái ôm ấm áp. "Làm thế nào là rừng?""Tuyệt vời! Basil là một chút hay giận lúc đầu tiên bởi vì tôi sẽ không để cho anh ta ăn bất kỳ của những con chuột rừng, nhưng ông đã tận hưởng cành của táo bánh. Tôi muốn bạn có thể đã đến quá, Sirius!"Sirius xù của Harry tóc thương yêu. "Một thời gian, Harry! Nhưng nhìn này: trong khi bạn đã biến mất, Severus và tôi thực hiện một thỏa thuận tuyệt vời của sự tiến bộ trên bản đồ. Vì nó biến ra, ông là khá tốt tại đây. Giáo sư potions của bạn thực sự làm cho khá một marauder tài năng. Oh, nghe này - tôi làm cho anh ta blush! Hiển thị Harry bản đồ, Severus! Nó sẽ chỉ là một vài tuần bây giờ trước khi nó được hoàn tất. Và sau đó chúng tôi sẽ có thể tìm thấy chuột ít. Có lẽ chúng ta nên giới thiệu anh ta cho bạn bè của Harry Basil.""Ném các con chuột để basilisk? Một hấp dẫn ý tưởng, Sirius." Một bóng tối của một nụ cười thông qua trên khuôn mặt của Snape. Ông unrolled một phần rất lớn của giấy. "Đây là một bản đồ huyền diệu của tất cả các anh, Harry. Nếu Pettigrew là ở đất nước này, Sirius và tôi sẽ tìm anh ta.""Có lẽ Remus có thể giúp chúng tôi với vài bộ phận," hỏi Sirius. "Sau đó, chúng tôi sẽ có thể kết thúc chuyện này nhanh hơn. Tôi nhớ làm việc với Remus."For some reason, this suggestion did not seem to please Snape at all. A slight flush crept up his pale neck now. "I'm not certain it would be wise to include another person in our work at this advanced stage," he muttered. "And we will be finished soon enough, anyway. I am sure Professor Lupin will be very busy with his classes and his... er... hobbies. I assume he still likes to go for walks in the moonlight?" He spoke, Harry noted, as if he didn't care very much for moonlight.Sirius looked up from the map in surprise and gave Snape a frosty stare. "You just had to bring that up, didn't you? Still out to get the old Marauders in trouble! Some things never change, do they, Snivellus?" He shook his head, and his mouth set in a firm line. "You greasy bastard!"Snape flushed angrily. "No, apparently things do not change, Mr. Black. Much as we would like to pretend otherwise."The two men glared at each other for a moment, before bending back over the map in silence, scanning the inky landscape for a sign of Peter Pettigrew....Harry looked around the Divination classroom in wonder. What a lovely room! It was decorated with sparkling crystal spheres, flowing fabrics in all sorts of interesting colors, and deep, comfortable armchairs."We must have wandered into someone's sitting room by mistake," whispered Harry to Ron. "Look, this room is set up for a tea party, not a class!"But at that moment, a thin cricket-like voice came out of the shadows:"Welcome. How nice to see you in the physical world at last." A curious human fluttered out from behind a heavy velvet curtain and beamed at the students. She was dressed in some sort of trailing fabric and draped with scarves and strings of tinkling beads, and she sounded like a bubbling stream when she walked. "Sit, children!"The students sat, hesitantly, in the armchairs that were placed around small round tables. The lady introduced herself as Professor Trelawney, and explained that they may not have seen her before, since she usually preferred to remain in her tower rather than come down to the Great Hall for meals."All the hustle and bustle down there," she said in a dramatic whisper, "disturbs my Inner Eye.""She has an Inner Eye?" Harry gazed at the lady in fascination. He knew that many animals had inner eyelids, of course, like cats - but a whole inner eye? Where was it? Harry stared at Professor Trelawney, but he could only see two regular eyes in her face, no matter how hard he looked. Did she really have a third one on the inside? Behind one of the others, perhaps? How terribly interesting! Not, of course, that there was very much you could do with an inner eye; eyes really worked better if they had a proper view of the outside."Be warned: If you do not have the Sight, there will not be much I can teach you in this class," sighed Professor Trelawney. The students glanced nervously at one another."Do you... er... have the Sight?" muttered Ron to Harry under his breath.Harry beamed. "Of course I do! My eyes were a little weak when I was a baby, but Twig strengthened my eyes so I would stop tripping over the squirrels. I've got very good Sight."Professor Trelawney must have realized that her students were still a little sleepy at this hour of the morning, for she immediately instructed them to pour themselves cups of tea and drink them. Harry was very touched by her thoughtfulness. He was a little thirsty, actually, although the tea in the large silver tea pots was a little too sweet for his taste.Behind him, Harry heard Draco whisper to Blaise Zabini: "Oh, for Merlin's sake! This tea is not even Darjeeling. I predict that I will be bringing my own tea to class in the future.""Now, gaze into your cups," instructed the professor, "and tell me what you see in the tea leaves.""There's something in the tea leaves?" Harry poked his dregs curiously with his spoon. "No, I don't think so. There's nothing in here, except a little bit more tea if you squeeze the leaves hard.""She means what sorts of patterns do you see in the tea leaves, Harry." Ron consulted his course book. "Your leaves are supposed to look like a cross, or a sun, or something. It's a way of foretelling the future. I suppose fairies are brilliant at reading the future?"Harry shrugged. "I've never seen any if them try. Fairies like to be surprised. But I suppose we will learn some interesting things in this class, even if predicting the future is a little bit like peeking at the end of a book before you have finished reading it." Harry peered into his cup again. "Let's see... My leaves are shaped like... leaves, I think."
"Oh, dear." Professor Trelawney paused next to Harry and Ron, and she shook her head in apparent sadness. "I am afraid not everyone has a gift for the noble art of Divination. You really must try to broaden you mind." She reached for Harry's cup and peeked into it. "What? Oh, no! Oh, no!" She gave a small anguished cry, and the other students glanced up from their cups with interest.

Professor Tralawney put the cup back on the table with a thud and clutched at her chest. She was looking rather ill all of a sudden. "Oh, you poor child! You poor, poor child! You have... the Grim!"

"The Grim? What's that?" asked Harry curiously.

For some reason, the professor trembled little. "It's an omen, a sign of terrible things to come in your future... My dear boy, it is a sign of DEATH!"

"Really?" Harry looked doubtfully into his tea cup. He didn't really see how you could die from drinking tea, unless the tea was tainted.

"What? Death?" Ron was looking a little scared now. "Are you... are you sure about that, Professor?"

Trelawney nodded. "I am afraid so, yes. See that outline of the dog? It can mean only one thing, I am afraid..." She was shaking so badly her beads began to make little melodies of their own, even if she was standing in one spot.

"Don't worry, Professor," said Harry soothingly. "Look, I'll make the dog go away if it bothers you!" He used his spoon to swirl the tea leaves around. "See, now there is a nice wolf instead." He patted the professor gently on the arm. "Does that make you feel better?"

Professor Trelawney froze. "What... what in Merlin's name did you just do, child?"

"I made the Grim vanish, since you didn't seem to care for it," explained Harry patiently, "and now there is a wolf in my cup."

Professor Trelawney blinked slowly. "But you can't... you can't just change the leaves! That's just... preposterous! Oh, dear. I... I don't know what to say... In all my years as Professor of Divination, I have never..."

The professor was looking distinctly unwell, and Harry whispered to Ron: "I think she is coming down with something. She seems very pale, and her gaze looks feverish."

"Oh, don't worry, Harry," breathed Ron back. "I think that's just her Inner Eye crying a little bit."

...

Harry took an immediate liking to the new Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher, Professor Lupin. He seemed very cheerful and kind, although his class was a little odd.

Professor Lupin made the students stand in front of an old cupboard, and then each student had to open the door and see what they could find in there. There were all sorts of lovely things in the magical cabinet: A beautiful large spider, a human hand that could walk by itself across the floor, a very enthusiastic banshee, and a strange human wrapped in white cloth. For some reason, the professor wanted the students to change each of these wonderful creatures into something else. Harry was a little puzzled by the whole thing, but it was all quite entertaining. Some of the students were a little nervous when their turns came. Ron's freckled face had taken on a slight greenish tint; perhaps he was worried about doing magic in front of so many people. But Ron clutched his wand and tried to change the spider into something funny, as Professor Lupin had instructed him to do. But unfortunately, Ron only managed to knock the poor creature's legs off, and the spider rolled helplessly around on the floor for a few moments.

"Your turn, Harry!" The professor gave Harry a friendly nod. "No, wait, perhaps you shouldn't..."

Harry ran over to the cupboard and opened it. What sort of interesting creature would he find in there? But to Harry's great disappointment, the cabinet seemed to have run out of magical creatures. Harry waited patiently for something to come out of the cupboard, but nothing happened. Bewildered, Harry stuck his head into the cupboard, but it was completely empty, except for a little dust.

"Oh, no! There's nothing in here, Professor!" Harry struggled to conceal his disappointment. "I'm afraid there are no more creatures left. Perhaps they have all been used up."

"There's nothing in there?" The professor stared at Harry. "What in