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"Irish International Side's Just put in an order for seven of these beauties!" the proprietor of the shop told the crowd. "And they're favorites for the World Cup!"
"It looks like a Grim if you do this," he said, with his eyes almost shut, "but it looks more like a donkey from here," he said, leaning to the left.
Unless Harry's eyes were deceiving him, Fudge was suddenly looking awkward.
"No one?" said Hagrid, with a pleading look.
Harry didn't ask how Professor Lupin knew his name.
"What do we want to be prefects for?" said George, looking revolted at the very idea. "It'd take all the fun out of life."
"Hullo, Neville," said Harry, feeling around in the dark and pulling Neville up by his cloak.
"How's Scabbers?" Hermione asked timidly as they stripped fat pink pods from the plants and emptied the shining beans into a wooden pail.
"There you are, then," said Hermione in a superior tone. "They see the Grim and die of fright. The Grim's not an omen, it's the cause of death! And Harry's still with us because he's not stupid enough to see one and think, right, well, I'd better kick the bucket then!"
"Er -- yes," said Neville nervously. "But -- I don't want the boggart to turn into her either."
"Why are the Ministry providing cars, Father?" Percy asked again, in a dignified voice.
Neville was pink and trembling. He looked as though he was on the verge of tears.
Professor McGonagall looked over her square spectacles at him but didn't say anything.
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.
"Boggarts like dark, enclosed spaces," said Professor Lupin. "Wardrobes, the gap beneath beds, the cupboards under sinks -- I've even met one that had lodged itself in a grandfather clock. This one moved in yesterday afternoon, and I asked the headmaster if the staff would leave it to give my third years some practice.;
Professor Lupin wasn't there when they arrived at his first Defense Against the Dark Arts lesson. They all sat down, took out their books, quills, and parchment, and were talking when he finally entered the room. Lupin smiled vaguely and placed his tatty old briefcase on the teacher's desk. He was as shabby as ever but looked healthier than he had on the train, as though he had had a few square meals.？