Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix. Gryffindor Edition

So don’t harp on about it,

“Well, time’s ticking on,”

There was an odd feeling in the group now. It was as though they had just signed some kind of contract.

“We think the reason Umbridge doesn’t want us trained in Defense Against the Dark Arts,” said Hermione, “is that she’s got some . . . some mad idea that Dumbledore could use the students in the school as a kind of private army. She thinks he’d mobilize us against the Ministry.”

“That was a seriously cool bit of flying . . .”

“That’s what one of the portraits on the wall told me when I was in there last year . . .”

So if that’s what you’re here for, you might as well clear out.”

Harry had the impression that even the barman was listening in.

“I had the idea — that it might be good if people who wanted to study Defense Against the Dark Arts — and I mean, really study it, you know, not the rubbish that Umbridge is doing with us”—
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“because nobody could call that Defense Against the Dark Arts” — <…> — “well, I thought it would be good if we, well, took matters into our own hands.”

now he saw that keeping your face hidden was something of a fashion in the Hog’s Head.<…>Two figures shrouded in hoods sat at a table in one of the windows; Harry might have thought them dementors if they had not been talking in strong Yorkshire accents;