Гарри Поттер и Орден Феникса

Fear jabbed at his insides <…> as he wondered what was going to happen to him if he was expelled.

Despite the fact that he was still sleeping badly, still having dreams about corridors and locked doors that made his scar prickle, Harry was managing to have fun for the first time all summer.

Mundungus redeemed himself slightly in Mrs. Weasley’s eyes by rescuing Ron from an ancient set of purple robes that had tried to strangle him when he removed them from their wardrobe.

Kreacher fixed him with a watery stare and said, “Master must do as Master wishes,” before turning away and muttering very loudly, “but Master will not turn Kreacher away, no, because Kreacher knows what they are up to, oh yes, he is plotting against the Dark Lord, yes, with these Mudbloods and traitors and scum . . .”

They moved from the drawing room to a dining room on the ground floor where they found spiders large as saucers lurking in the dresser (Ron left the room hurriedly to make a cup of tea and did not return for an hour and a half).

At Sirius’s words, however, the crushing sense of dread returned to him.

in the excitement of being back with the people he liked best, of hearing everything that was going on, it had completely flown his mind.

Harry felt as though his stomach had sunk through the dusty carpet.

Harry tried his best not to think about the hearing <…>. Fortunately for him, it was a job that required a lot of concentration,

“Hurry up, you two, or there won’t be any food left,”