Hermione: Do you mind me trying?
Professor Trelawney: Ahh!
Hermione: The Grim, possibly.
Professor Trelawney: My dear, from the first moment you stepped foot in my class... I sensed that you did not possess the proper spirit for the noble art of Divination. No, you see, there. You may be young in years, but the heart that beats beneath your bosom is as shriveled as an old maid's, your soul as dry as the pages of the books to which you so desperately cleave... Have I said something?

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Professor Trelawney takes Hermione's hand and shares her observations of Hermione, which causes Hermione to stop out of class.

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