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'... omens I have been vouchsafed - what.' She looked suddenly shifty.
The Room of Requirement,' repeated Harry. 'Were you trying to get in there.' 'I - well - I didn't know students knew about -' 'Not all of them do,' said Harry. 'But what happened. You screamed ... it sounded as though you were hurt...' 'I - well,' said Professor Trelawney, drawing her shawls around her defensively and staring down at him with her vastly magnified eyes. 'I wished to - ah - deposit certain – um - personal items in the Room ...' And she muttered something about 'nasty accusations'.
'Right,' said Harry, glancing down at the sherry bottles. 'But you couldn't get in and hide them.' He found this very odd; the Room had opened for him, after all, when he had wanted to hide the Half-Blood Prince's book.
'Oh, I got in all right,' said Professor Trelawney, glaring at the wall. 'But there was somebody already in there.' 'Somebody in -. Who.' demanded Harry. 'Who was in there.' ' . have no idea,' said Professor Trelawney, looking slightly taken aback at the urgency in Harry's voice. 'I walked into the Room and I heard a voice, which has never happened before in all my years of hiding - of using the Room, I mean.' 'A voice. Saying what.' 'I don't know that it was saying anything,' said Professor Trelawney. 'It was ...
whooping.' 'Whooping.' 'Gleefully,' she said, nodding.
Harry stared at her.
'Was it male or female.' ' . would hazard a guess at male,' said Professor Trelawney.
'And it sounded happy.' 'Very happy,' said Professor Trelawney sniffily.
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