Harry Potter i Zakon Feniksa

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;

“Malfoy?” said Hermione, very skeptically. “Well . . . yes . . . maybe . . .”
And she remained deep in thought all the way into the outskirts of Hogsmeade.

the wind whipping their hair into their eyes.

Harry had to admit that she was getting better;

“Don’t worry, Harry,” Hermione said quietly. “You’ve got enough on your plate without Sirius too.”

oh, don’t be pathetic, Ron — it doesn’t seem fair if we don’t offer the chance to other people.”
Harry considered this for a moment, then said, “Yeah, but I doubt anyone except you two would want to be taught by me. I’m a nutter, remember?”

“Well,” he said slowly, when he could not pretend to find Asiatic anti-venoms interesting much longer, “yeah, I — I’ve thought about it a bit.”
“And?” said Hermione eagerly.
“I dunno,” said Harry, playing for time. He looked up at Ron.