Harry Potter a Fénixův řád

The enchanted ceiling above them echoed Harry’s mood; it was a miserable rain-cloud gray.

A line of fourth-year Ravenclaws was crossing the entrance hall; they caught sight of Harry and hurried to form a tighter group, as though frightened he might attack stragglers.

“if that means we’re supposed to get matey with the Slytherins, fat chance.”

“Yes, Lavender thinks so too,” she said gloomily.
“Been having a nice little chat with her about whether or not I’m a attention-seeking prat, have you?” Harry said loudly.

Pocket money failing to keep pace with your outgoings?

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?