'I know,' said Hermione, twisting her fingers together. 'But after talking to Snuffles . . .'Harry did not answer. He knew exactly why the subject of people who were in St Mungo's because of magical damage to their brains was highly distressing to Neville, but he had sworn to Dumbledore that he would not tell anyone Neville's secret. Even Neville did not know Harry knew. ( 2020-01-28 )

He broke off. His face was suddenly tense, alarmed. He turned sideways, apparently looking into the solid brick wall of the fireplace.'But, Professor, who's insulting you?' asked Parvati timidly. ( 2020-01-28 )

'You read the sign, it mentions teams too! So listen, Harry . . . I am saying this for the last time . . . please, please don't lose your temper with Umbridge again or she might not let us play any more!''But . . .' looking scared, Ron strode across to the window and stared out into the rain, 'he - he can't be near us now, can he?' ( 2020-01-28 )

He met her eyes briefly and knew, by the way her eyebrows had joined in the middle, that she understood 'London' to mean 'number twelve, Grimmauld Place'.'Does it work?' enquired Ron hopefully, as the hammering of rain on the roof intensified and wind howled around the building. ( 2020-01-28 )

There was another pause in which Crookshanks, mewing, attempted to paw Sirius's head, and Ron fiddled with a hole in the hearthrug.'No . . . not exactly . . ." said Hermione slowly. 'More . . . wondering . . . I suppose we're doing the right thing . . . I think . . . aren't ( 2020-01-28 )

'Fourteen years,' Snape replied. His expression was unfathomable. Harry, watching him closely, added a few drops to his potion; it hissed menacingly and turned from turquoise to orange.'Yes, Professor?' ( 2020-01-28 )

 Harry was reading the notice through again. The happiness that had filled him since Saturday was gone. His insides were pulsing with rage.'But . . .' looking scared, Ron strode across to the window and stared out into the rain, 'he - he can't be near us now, can he?' ( 2020-01-28 )