At least my happiness doesn't depend on Ron's goalkeeping ability.
Oh, HONESTLY, don't you two read?
Hermione was screaming again: the sound went through Harry like physical pain.
All those poor elves I haven’t set free yet, having to stay over during Christmas because there aren’t enough hats!
You said to us once before," said Hermione quietly, "that there was time to turn back if we wanted to. We've had time, haven't we?
Of course not,” said Hermione. “Everything we need is here on this paper.
Three turns should do it.
Rita looked as though she would have liked nothing better than to seize the paper umbrella sticking out of Hermione's drink and thrust it up her nose.
So top grade's O for 'Outstanding,'" Hermione was saying, "and then there's A-" "No, E," George corrected her, "E for 'Exceeds Expectations.' And I've always thought Fred and I should've got E in everything, because we exceeded expectations just by turning up for the exams.
Well, wouldn't it have been easier if she'd just asked me whether I liked her better than you?" "Girls don't often ask questions like that," said Hermione. "Well, they should!" said Harry forcefully.