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“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”—
<…>
“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.

Harry did not answer at once. <…>
because he did not want to say what was in his mind.
The fact was that he had given the matter a great deal of thought over the past fortnight. Sometimes it seemed an insane idea, just as it had on the night Hermione had proposed it, but at others, he had found himself thinking about the spells that had served him best in his various encounters with Dark creatures and Death Eaters — found himself, in fact, subconsciously planning lessons. . . .

“I was wondering,” Hermione said suddenly, “whether you’d thought any more about Defense Against the Dark Arts, Harry.”
“’Course I have,” said Harry grumpily. “Can’t forget it, can we, with that hag teaching us —”

“Harry,” she said timidly, “don’t you see? This . . . this is exactly why we need you. . . . We need to know what it’s r-really like . . . facing him . . . facing V-Voldemort.”

He was suddenly so tired that he was tempted to sink back into his armchair and sleep there,

“Well, I’m off to bed,”

the most we could see him is during Hogsmeade weekends

Umbridge took a different tack in this class and wandered among the students, questioning them on magical creatures. Most people were able to answer well and Harry’s spirits lifted somewhat; at least the class was not letting Hagrid down.

can you tell me what is causing Professor Hagrid’s very extended leave of absence?”

“As I was saying, the Vanishing Spell becomes more difficult with the complexity of the animal to be vanished. The snail, as an invertebrate, does not present much of a challenge;