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“I’ve got permission!” she said. “To re-form the Quidditch team!”
<…>
So I want you down at the pitch at seven o’clock tonight, all right, because we’ve got to make up time, you realize we’re only three weeks away from our first match?”

Charms was always one of the best lessons in which to enjoy a private chat: There was generally so much movement and activity that the danger of being overheard was very slight. Today, with the room full of croaking bullfrogs and cawing ravens, and with a heavy downpour of rain clattering and pounding against the classroom windows, Harry, Ron, and Hermione’s whispered discussion about how Umbridge had nearly caught Sirius went quite unnoticed.

“Watch your frog, it’s escaping.”

But there are twenty-eight of us and none of us is an Animagus, so we wouldn’t need so much an Invisibility Cloak as an Invisibility Marquee

Where are you meeting?”
“Well, <…>” said Harry. “Dunno where we’re going to be able to go . . .”
“How about the Shrieking Shack?” suggested Sirius.

“So you want me to say I’m not going to take part in the defense group?” he muttered finally.
“Me? Certainly not!” said Sirius, looking surprised. “I think it’s an excellent idea!”
“You do?” said Harry, his heart lifting.
“<…> D’you think your father and I would’ve lain down and taken orders from an old hag like Umbridge?”

and she can’t say it for herself because she’s on duty tonight.”

“Why was Dung hiding from us?” asked Ron, sounding disappointed. “We’d’ve liked to’ve seen him.”

We lost Moody’s spare Invisibility Cloak when Sturgis was arrested, so Dung’s been dressing as a witch a lot lately.

“I’m still being followed?” asked Harry angrily.
“Yeah, you are,” said Sirius, “and just as well, isn’t it, if the first thing you’re going to do on your weekend off is organize an illegal defense group.”
But he looked neither angry nor worried; on the contrary, he was looking at Harry with distinct pride.