Harry Potter: The Complete Collection (комплект из 7 книг)

How many more people were going to suggest that he was lying or unhinged?

“My gran says that’s rubbish,” piped up Neville. “She says it’s the Daily Prophet that’s going downhill, not Dumbledore. She’s canceled our subscription.

Harry waved good night to them and headed straight for the door to the boys’ dormitories; he was not in much of a mood for talking at the moment.

“That was about the dullest speech I’ve ever heard, and I grew up with Percy.”

“Ron, we’re supposed to show the first years where to go!”
“Oh yeah,” said Ron, who had obviously forgotten. “Hey — hey you lot! Midgets!”
“Ron!”
“Well, they are, they’re titchy . . .”

His four-poster bed was waiting somewhere above, wonderfully warm and soft. . . .

“How can it know if the school’s in danger if it’s a hat?”

Luna did not seem perturbed by Ron’s rudeness; on the contrary, she simply watched him for a while as though he were a mildly interesting television program.

But as Ron continued to look bemused, a strange thought occurred to Harry.
“Can’t . . . can’t you see them?”
“See what?”
“Can’t you see what’s pulling the carriages?”
Ron looked seriously alarmed now.
“Are you feeling all right, Harry?”

seeing Hagrid again had been one of the things to which he had been looking forward most. But there was no sign of him at all.