Harry Potter Hardback Boxed Set

«Тётушка Мардж приезжает на целую неделю! Да-а, Дурсли устроили незабываемый день рождения! По сравнению с этим подарок в виде старых носков дяди Вернона — просто мечта!»

«— Идиот! — презрительно глядя на диктора, рявкнул дядя Вернон. — Хоть бы сказал, откуда сбежал этот маньяк! И вообще, какой прок в этой горячей линии?! А вдруг этот псих сейчас бродит по нашей улице?!Тётя Петунья, худосочная блондинка с лошадиным лицом, подлетела к окну.«А, надеется увидеть преступника и позвонить на горячую линию», — подумал Гарри.»

«Если с мальчишкой сурово обращаться, не делать поблажек, то, глядишь, он и растеряет своё волшебство, думали Дурсли.»

It felt very odd to be issuing instructions, but not nearly as odd as seeing them followed.

“Oh please,” said Zacharias Smith, rolling his eyes and folding his arms.<…>“But if you think it’s beneath you, you can leave,” Harry said.

“Yeah, the D.A.’s good,” said Ginny. “Only let’s make it stand for Dumbledore’s Army because that’s the Ministry’s worst fear, isn’t it?”
<…>“All in favor of the D.A.?” said Hermione bossily, kneeling up on her cushion to count. “That’s a majority — motion passed!”

“And just look at these books!” said Hermione excitedly, running a finger along the spines of the large leather-bound tomes. “A Compendium of Common Curses and Their Counter-Actions . . . The Dark Arts Outsmarted . . . Self-Defensive Spellwork . . . wow . . .” She looked around at Harry, her face glowing, and he saw that the presence of hundreds of books had finally convinced Hermione that what they were doing was right.

At half-past seven Harry, Ron, and Hermione left the Gryffindor common room, Harry clutching a certain piece of aged parchment in his hand.
<…>
“Hold it,” said Harry warningly, unfolding the piece of parchment at the top of the last staircase, tapping it with his wand, and muttering, “I solemnly swear that I am up to no good.”

not for the first time, a voice very much like Hermione’s whispered in his ear: reckless. It was, after all, very late, and he was exhausted.
“Not tonight, Dobby,” said Harry reluctantly, sinking back into his chair. “This is really important. . . . I don’t want to blow it, it’ll need proper planning. . . .

“Dobby wishes he could help Harry Potter, for Harry Potter set Dobby free and Dobby is much, much happier now . . .”
Harry smiled.
“You can’t help me, Dobby, but thanks for the offer . . .”