private lands！ e I。 scorn at my fall； perchance？ Draw； you knaves； you dogs！〃
They watched in astonishment as the little knight tugged his sword out of its scabbard and began brandishing it violently； hopping up and down in rage。 But the sword was too long for him； a particularly wild swing made him overbalance； and he landed facedown in the grass。
〃Are you all right？〃 said Harry； moving closer to the picture。
〃Get back； you scurvy braggart！ Back； you rogue！〃
The knight seized his sword again and used it to push himself back up； but the blade sank deeply into the grass and； though he pulled with all his might； he couldn't get it out again。 Finally； he had to flop back down onto the grass and push up his visor to mop his sweating face。
〃Listen；〃 said Harry； taking advantage of the knight's exhaustion； 〃we're looking for the North Tower。 You don't know the way； do you？〃
〃A quest！〃 The knight's rage seemed to vanish instantly。 He clanked to his feet and shouted； 〃e follow me； dear friends； and we shall find our goal； or else shall perish bravely in the charge！〃
He gave the sword another fruitless tug； tried and failed to mount the fat pony； gave up； and cried； 〃On foot then； good sirs and gentle lady！ On！ On！〃
And he ran； clanking loudly； into the left side of the frame and out of sight。
They hurried after him along the corridor； following the sound of his armor。 Every now and then they spotted him running through a picture ahead。
〃Be of stout heart； the worst is yet to e！〃 yelled the knight； and they saw him reappear in front of an alarmed group of women in crinolines； whose picture hung on the wall of a narrow spiral staircase。
Puffing loudly； Harry； Ron； and Hermione climbed the tightly spiraling steps； getting dizzier and dizzier； until at last they heard the murmur of voices above them and knew they had reached the classroom。
〃Farewell！〃 cried the knight； popping his head into a painting of some sinister…looking monks。 〃Farewell； my rades…in…arms！ If ever you have need of noble heart and steely sinew； call upon Sir Cadogan！〃
〃Yeah； we'll call you；〃 muttered Ron as the knight disappeared； 〃if we ever need someone mental。〃
They climbed the last few steps and emerged onto a tiny landing； where most of the class was already assembled。 There were no doors off this landing； but Ron nudged Harry and pointed at the ceiling； where there was a circular trapdoor with a brass plaque on it。
〃'Sibyll Trelawney； Divination teacher；〃' Harry read。 〃How're we supposed to get up there？〃
As though in answer to his question； the trapdoor suddenly opened； and a silvery ladder descended right at Harry's feet。 Everyone got quiet。
〃After you；〃 said Ron； grinning； so Harry climbed the ladder first。
He emerged into the strangest…looking classroom he had ever seen。 In fact； it didn't look like a classroom at all； more like a cross between someone's attic and an old…fashioned tea shop。 At leasttwenty small； circular tables were crammed inside it； all surrounded by chintz armchairs and fat little poufs。 Everything was lit with a dim； crimson light； the curtains at the windows were all closed； and the many lamps were draped with dark red scarves。 it was stiflingly warm； and the fire that was burning under the crowded mantelpiece was giving off a heavy； sickly sort of perfume as it heated a large copper kettle。 The shelves running around the circular walls were crammed with dusty…looking feathers； stubs of candles； many packs of tattered playing cards； countless silvery crystal balls； and a huge array of teacups。
Ron appeared at Harry's shoulder as the class assembled around them； all talking in whispers。
〃Where is she？〃 Ron said。
A voice came suddenly out of the shadows； a soft； misty sort of voice。
〃Wele；〃 it said。 〃How nice to see you in the physical world at last。〃
Harry's immediate impression was of a large； glittering insect。 Professor Trelawney moved into the firelight； and they saw that she was very thin； her large glasses magnified her eyes to several times their natural size； and she was draped in a gauzy spangled shawl。 Innumerable chains and beads hung around her spindly neck； and her arms and hands were encrusted with bangles and rings。
〃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。
〃Wele to Divination；〃 said Professor Trelawney； who had seated herself in a winged armchair in front of the fire。 〃My name is professor Trelawney。 You may not have seen me before。 I find that descending too often into the hustle and bustle of the main school clouds my Inner Eye。〃
Nobody said anything to this extraordinary pronouncement。 Professor Trelawney delicately rearranged her shawl and continued； 〃So you have chosen to study Divination； the most difficult of all magical arts。 I must warn you at the outset that if you do not have the Sight； there is very little I will be able to teach you。。 Books can take you only so far in this field。。。。〃
At these words； both Harry and Ron glanced； grinning； at Hermione； who looked startled at the news that books wouldn't be much help in this subject。
〃Many witches and wizards； talented though they are in the area of loud bangs and smells and sudden disappearings； are yet unable to penetrate the veiled mysteries of the future；〃 Professor Trelawney went on； her enormous； gleaming eyes moving from face to nervous face。 〃It is a Gift granted to few。 You； boy；〃 she said suddenly to Neville； who almost toppled off his pouf。 〃Is your grandmother well？〃
〃I think so；〃 said Neville tremulously。
〃I wouldn't be so sure if I were you； dear；〃 said Professor Trelawney； the firelight glinting on her long emerald earrings。 Neville gulped。 Professor Trelawney continued placidly。 〃We will be covering the basic methods of Divination this year。 The first term will be devoted to reading the tea leaves。 Next term we shall progress to palmistry。 By the way； my dear；〃 she shot suddenly at Parvati Patil； 〃beware a red…haired man。〃
Parvati gave a startled look at Ron； who was right behind her and edged her chair away from him。
〃In the second term；〃 Professor Trelawney went on； 〃we shall progress to the crystal ball if we have finished with fire omens； that is。 Unfortunately； classes will be disrupted in February by a nasty bout of flu。 I myself will lose my voice。 And around Easter； one of our number will leave us forever。〃
A very tense silence followed this pronouncement； but Professor Trelawney seemed unaware of it。
〃I wonder； dear；〃 she said to Lavender Brown； who was nearest and shrank back in her chair； 〃if you could pass me the largest silver teapot？〃
Lavender； looking relieved； stood up； took an enormous teapot from the shelf； and put it down on the table in front of Professor Trelawney。
〃Thank you； my dear。 Incidentally； that thing you are dreading it will happen on Friday the sixteenth of October。〃
Lavender trembled。
〃Now； I want you all to divide into pairs。 Collect a teacup from the shelf； e to me； and I will fill it。 Then sit down and drink； drink until only the dregs remain。 Swill these around the cup three times with the left hand； then turn the cup upside down on its saucer； wait for the last of the tea to drain away； then give your cup to your partner to read。 You will interpret the patterns using pages five and six of Unfogging the Future。 I shall move among you； helping and instructing。 Oh； and dear〃 she caught Neville by the arm as he made to stand up 〃after you've broken your first cup； would you be so kind as to select one of the blue patterned ones？ I'm rather attached to the pink。〃
Sure enough； Neville had no sooner reached the shelf of teacups when there was a tinkle of breaking china。 Professor Trelawney swept over to him holding a dustpan and brush and said； 〃One of the blue ones； then； dear； if you wouldn't mind。。。 thank you。 。。。 〃
When Harry and Ron had had their teacups filled； they went back to their table and tried to drink the scalding tea quickly。 They swilled the dregs around as Professor Trelawney had instructed； then drained the cups and swapped over。
〃Right；〃 said Ron as they both opened their books at pages five and six。 〃What can you see in mine？〃
〃A load of soggy brown stuff；〃 said Harry。 The heavily perfumed smoke in the room was making him feel sleepy and stupid。
〃Broaden your minds； my dears； and allow your eyes to see past the mundane！〃 Professor Trelawney cried through the gloom。
Harry tried to pull himself together。
〃Right； you've got a crooked sort of cross。。。 〃 He consulted Unfogging the Future。 〃That means you're going to have 'trials and suffering' sorry about that but there's a thing that could be the sun。。。 hang on。。。 that means 'great happiness'。。。 so you're going to suffer but be very happy。。。。〃
〃You need your Inner Eye tested； if you ask me；〃 said Ron； and they both had to stifle their laughs as Professor Trelawney gazed in their direction。
〃My turn。。。〃 Ron peered into Harry's teacup； his forehead wrinkled with effort。 〃There's a blob a bit like a bowler hat；〃 he said。 〃Maybe you're going to work for the Ministry of Magic。。。
He turned the teacup the other way up。
〃But this way it looks more like an acorn。。。。 What's that？〃 He scanned his copy of Unfogging the Future。 〃'A windfall； unexpected gold。' Excellent； you can lend me some。。。 and there's a thin； here；〃 he turned the cup again； 〃that looks like an animal。。。 yeah； if that was its head。。。 it looks like a hippo。。。 no； a sheep。。。〃
Professor Trelawney whirled around as Harry let out a snort of laughter。
〃Let me see that； my dear；〃 she said reprovingly to Ron； sweeping over and snatching Harry's cup from him。 Everyone went quiet to watch。
Professor Trelawney was staring into the teacup； rotating it counterclockwise。
〃The falcon。。。 my dear； you have a deadly enemy。〃
〃But everyone knows that； 〃 said Hermione in a loud whisper。 Professor Trelawney stared at her。
〃Well； they do；〃 said Hermione。 〃Everybody knows about Harry and You…Know…Who。〃
Harry and Ron stared at her with a mixture of amazement and admiration。 They had never heard Hermione speak to a teacher like that before。 Professor Trelawney chose not to reply。 She lowered her huge eyes to Harry's cup again and continued to turn it。
〃The club。。。 an attack。 Dear； dear； this is not a happy cup。。。。
I thought that was a bowler hat；〃 said Ron sheepishly。
〃The skull。。。 danger in your path； my dear。。。。〃
Everyone was staring； transfixed； at Professor Trelawney； who gave the cup a final turn； gasped； and then screamed。
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。
〃My dear boy。。。 my poor； dear boy no it is kinder not to say。。 。 no。。。 don't ask me。。。。〃
〃What is it； Professor？〃 said Dean Thomas at once。 Everyone had got to their feet； and slowly they crowded around Harry and Ron's table； pressing close to Professor Trelawney's chair to get a
good look