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... what Professor Trelawney's cards meant, Chris started walking again, not seeing where she was going. Everyone thought Professor Trelawney a fraud and though she looked like a fraud, Chris knew she predicted truth most of the times. Maybe in different or twisted ways but her predictions do come true. So the spades prediction meant something but what? Not to mention that 'disaster coming near'.

Are Riddle and Malgino going to attack Hogwarts? 

But they are afraid of Dumbledore.  < ...

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