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"No one?" said Hagrid, with a pleading look.
Talking excitedly, the class left the staffroom. Harry, however, wasn't feeling cheerful. Professor Lupin had deliberately stopped him from tackling the boggart. Why? Was it because he'd seen Harry collapse on the train, and thought he wasn't up to much? Had he thought Harry would pass out again?
There was another tinkle of breaking china; Neville had smashed his second cup. Professor Trelawney sank into a vacant armchair, her glittering hand at her heart and her eyes closed.
"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.
But the door slid slowly open before Lupin could reach it.
This had only one occupant, a man sitting fast asleep next to the window. Harry, Ron, and Hermione checked on the threshold. The Hogwarts Express was usually reserved for students and they had never seen an adult there before, except for the witch who pushed the food cart.
"Fortuna Major," said Harry listlessly.
"I think Divination seems very woolly," she said, searching for her page. "A lot of guesswork, if you ask me."
A bandage unraveled at the mummy's feet; it became entangled, fell face forward, and its head rolled off.
"He's faking it, " said Harry at once. "Madam Pomfrey can mend anything. She regrew half my bones last year. Trust Malfoy to milk it for all it's worth."
They found Mr. Weasley sitting in the bar, reading the Daily prophet.
"Five points from Gryffindor because the potion was all right!
"He's making it up," said Ron savagely. "He's trying to make you do something stupid...."
"It was Malfoy's fault!" snapped Dean Thomas. Crabbe and Goyle flexed their muscles threateningly.
Mr. Weasley, who had been outside waiting for the Ministry cars, stuck his head inside.