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第5章 天影阁阁主

“I'm never wearing them,” Ron was saying stubbornly. “Never.”

“I don't think you meant to kill anyone. But monsters don't make good pets. I suppose you just let it out for exercise and—”

“I am afraid,” she went on, “that the nag—I'm sorry, the centaur—knows nothing of cartomancy. I asked him—one Seer to another—had he not, too, sensed the distant vibrations of coming catastrophe? But he seemed to find me almost comical. Yes, comical!”

“It is a bright, sunny morning, sir,” I said. “The rain is over and

“If it had pleased God to put it in the hard heart of either of the

“I go so far as to say, miss, moreover,” proceeded Mr. Cruncher,

“I see,” said Professor McGonagall, fixing Harry with her beady eyes. “Then you should know, Potter, that Sibyll Trelawney has predicted the death of one student a year since she arrived at this school. None of them has died yet. Seeing death omens is her favorite way of greeting a new class. If it were not for the fact that I never speak ill of my colleagues —” Professor McGonagall broke off, and they saw that her nostrils had gone white. She went on, more calmly, “Divination is one of the most imprecise branches of magic. I shall not conceal from you that I have very little patience with it. True Seers are very rare, and Professor Trelawney…”

“Indeed it was: I had as good a right to die when my time came

“I know what I should have done,” said Harry, resting, face-down, on Saucy Tricks for Tricky Sorts. “I should've learned to be an Animagus like Sirius.”