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"Sit down, Harry," said Fudge, indicating a chair by the fire.
Fudge's finger slipped on the silver fastenings of his cloak.
Harry, Ron, and Hermione descended Professor Trelawney's ladder and the winding stair in silence, then set off for Professor McGonagall's Transfiguration lesson. It took them so long to find her classroom that, early as they had left Divination, they were only just in time.
Fudge cleared his throat loudly and picked up his pinstriped cloak.
"Oh, I wouldn't read that if I were you," said the manager lightly, looking to see what Harry was staring at. "You'll start seeing death omens everywhere. It's enough to frighten anyone to death. "
"Did he, now?" said Madam Pomfrey approvingly. "So we've finally got a Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher who knows his remedies?"
"If he weren't when he went to Azkaban, he will be now," said Ern in his slow voice. "I'd blow meself up before I set foot in that place. Serves him right, mind you ... after what he did...."
The double-ended newt wizard left, and Ron approached the counter.
"Yes, Potter?" Harry took a deep breath.
"Now, firs' thing yeh gotta know abou' hippogriffs is, they're proud," said Hagrid. "Easily offended, hippogriffs are. Don't never insult one, 'cause it might be the last thing yeh do."
"He seems like a very good teacher," said Hermione approvingly. "But I wish I could have had a turn with the boggart --"
"W -- what?"
Hermione looked around at Harry.