C H A P T E R T H I R T E E N MAD-EYE MOODY he storm had blown itself out by the following morning, T though the ceiling in the Great Hall was still gloomy; heavy clouds of pewter gray swirled overhead as Harry, Ron, and Hermi- one examined their new course schedules at breakfast. A few seats along, Fred, George, and Lee Jordan were discussing magical meth- ods of aging themselves and bluffing their way into the Triwizard Tournament. “Today’s not bad . . . outside all morning,” said Ron, who was running his finger down the Monday column of his schedule. “Her- bology with the Hufflepuffs and Care of Magical Creatures . . . damn it, we’re still with the Slytherins. . . .” “Double Divination this afternoon,” Harry groaned, looking down. Divination was his least favorite subject, apart from Potions. Professor Trelawney kept predicting Harry’s death, which he found extremely annoying. “You should have given it up like me, shouldn’t you?” said ‘ 193 ‘