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How much more of this was he going to have to take?

“Don’t worry about it, Harry,” Dean muttered, <…>. “He’s just . . .” But apparently he was unable to say exactly what Seamus was, and after a slightly awkward pause followed him out of the room.

“Does he think he’ll turn into a nutter if he stays in a room with me too long?”

Had Dumbledore suffered like this all summer, as first the Wizengamot, then the International Confederation of Wizards had thrown him from their ranks? Was it anger at Harry, perhaps, that had stopped Dumbledore getting in touch with him for months? The two of them were in this together, after all;

How many more people were going to suggest that he was lying or unhinged?

“My gran says that’s rubbish,” piped up Neville. “She says it’s the Daily Prophet that’s going downhill, not Dumbledore. She’s canceled our subscription.

Harry waved good night to them and headed straight for the door to the boys’ dormitories; he was not in much of a mood for talking at the moment.

“That was about the dullest speech I’ve ever heard, and I grew up with Percy.”

“Ron, we’re supposed to show the first years where to go!”
“Oh yeah,” said Ron, who had obviously forgotten. “Hey — hey you lot! Midgets!”
“Ron!”
“Well, they are, they’re titchy . . .”

His four-poster bed was waiting somewhere above, wonderfully warm and soft. . . .

“How can it know if the school’s in danger if it’s a hat?”

Luna did not seem perturbed by Ron’s rudeness; on the contrary, she simply watched him for a while as though he were a mildly interesting television program.

But as Ron continued to look bemused, a strange thought occurred to Harry.
“Can’t . . . can’t you see them?”
“See what?”
“Can’t you see what’s pulling the carriages?”
Ron looked seriously alarmed now.
“Are you feeling all right, Harry?”

seeing Hagrid again had been one of the things to which he had been looking forward most. But there was no sign of him at all.

The weather remained undecided

“Manners, Potter, or I’ll have to give you a detention,” drawled Malfoy,

a wizard who claimed to have flown to the moon on a Cleansweep Six and brought back a bag of moon frogs to prove it;

“Are you taking the mickey?” said Ron, frowning at her.

She laughed so hard that her magazine slipped out of her grasp, slid down her legs, and onto the floor.

Ron shook his head, <…>, then checked his watch.
“We’re supposed to patrol the corridors every so often,” he told Harry and Neville, “and we can give out punishments if people are misbehaving. I can’t wait to get Crabbe and Goyle for something . . .”
“You’re not supposed to abuse your position, Ron!” said Hermione sharply.