The remaining time passed much more quietly for Hermione. She held her teacup obediently and studied in earnest. Although she, like Harry, still found the idea of reading one's destiny in tea leaves to be utterly absurd, they remained that way until the class ended.
The young wizards were almost entirely swayed by Trelawney. Even if they lacked the keen perception of someone like Harry, they could all tell that their professor had just performed a genuine prophecy right before their eyes. As the young wizards left the classroom, they began to discuss it excitedly.
Hermione was still clutching the roll of parchment, deep in thought. "What could this prophecy possibly mean? 'The red-haired crow'..." She looked up at Ron.
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