Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix

though the mystical effect was ruined

“I’d like you to make a prediction for me,”

“You’re less like your father than I thought,” he said finally, a definite coolness in his voice. “The risk would’ve been what made it fun for James.”

“She’s not letting us use magic at all!”
“All we do is read the stupid textbook,” said Ron.
“Ah, well, that figures,” said Sirius. “Our information from inside the Ministry is that Fudge doesn’t want you trained in combat.”
<…>. “What does he think we’re doing here, forming some sort of wizard army?”
“That’s exactly what he thinks you’re doing,”

“You didn’t say you’d written to Sirius!” said Hermione accusingly.
“I forgot,”

“You’ve been popping into the fire every hour?” Harry said, half laughing.
“Just for a few seconds to check if the coast was clear yet.”
“But what if you’d been seen?” said Hermione anxiously.

He knew that half the people inside Hogwarts thought him strange, even mad;

It was now past midnight and the common room was deserted but for the three of them and Crookshanks.

Harry looked up at Ron.
“Well,” he said, trying to sound as though he found the whole thing a joke, “if you want to — er — what is it?” (He checked Percy’s letter.) “Oh yeah — ‘sever ties’ with me, I swear I won’t get violent.”

Please think over what I have said most carefully, particularly the bit about Harry Potter, and congratulations again on becoming prefect.
Your brother,