Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix

“Salamander blood, Harry!” Hermione moaned, grabbing his wrist to prevent him adding the wrong ingredient <…>. “Not pomegranate juice!”

Snape and Umbridge, the two teachers he hated most . . . it was hard to decide which he wanted to triumph over the other.

apparently they’ve got a special ward for people whose brains have been addled by magic . . .”

“Where did you take her?”

“Bear in mind,”

“Do you know how far this owl’s traveled, Potter?”
“Er,” said Harry. “From London, I think.”
He met her eyes briefly and knew that she understood “London” to mean “number twelve, Grimmauld Place” by the way her eyebrows had joined in the middle.

should be in class,
<…>
“Well then, why are you out of class?”

Professor Binns raised his eyes from his notes, looking amazed, as always, to find the room in front of him full of people.

“Okay, okay,” <…>. “Don’t worry, I’ll behave myself

“And talking about Michael and Ginny . . . what about Cho and you?”
“What d’you mean?” said Harry quickly.
<…>—had he been that obvious?“Well,” said Hermione, smiling slightly, “she just couldn’t keep her eyes off you, could she?”