'Disciplinary hearing of the twelfth of August,' said Fudge in a ringing voice, and Percy began taking notes at once, 'into offences committed under the Decree for the Reasonable Restriction of Underage Sorcery and the International Statute of Secrecy by Harry-James Potter, resident at number four, Privet Drive, Little Whinging, Surrey.... [详细]
'Yes,' said Fudge again, shuffling his notes. 'Well, then. So. The charges. Yes.''Yes,' said Mrs Figg. 'I felt them. Everything went cold, and this was a very warm summer's night, mark you. And I felt . . . as though all happiness had gone from the world . . . and I remembered . . . dreadful things . . .' ( 2020-01-21 )
'Oh, I don't know,' said Madam Bones, in her booming voice. 'She certainly described the effects of a Dementor attack very accurately. And I can't imagine why she would say they were there if they weren't.'Dumbledore stood up and gave Mrs Figg his chair, conjuring a second one for himself. ( 2020-01-21 )
Dumbledore stood up and gave Mrs Figg his chair, conjuring a second one for himself.Harry barely had emotion to spare for Bode, but his unfaltering gaze did not make him feel any more comfortable. ( 2020-01-21 )
'Yes,' said Harry angrily, 'but I only used it because we were - ''Impressive,' said Madam Bones, staring down at him, 'a true Patronus at his age . . . very impressive indeed.' ( 2020-01-21 )
'. . . and I'll have to tell Dumbledore I can't do night duty tomorrow, I'm just t - t - too tired,' Tonks finished, yawning hugely again.'Level Four, Department for the Regulation and Control of Magical Creatures, incorporating Beast, Being and Spirit Divisions, Goblin Liaison Office and Pest Advisory Bureau. ( 2020-01-21 )
'It is not for you to decide what the Ministry of Magic does or does not do, Dumbledore!' snapped Fudge, now a shade of magenta of which Uncle Vernon would have been proud.'You'll be all right, Harry,' said Tonks, palling him on the arm. ( 2020-01-21 )
He felt as though a brick had dropped into his stomach when Mrs Weasley turned to him during dinner on Wednesday evening and said quietly, 'I've ironed your best clothes for tomorrow morning, Harry, and I want you to wash your hair tonight, too. A good first impression can work wonders.'The lift doors opened. Harry glimpsed an untidy-looking corridor, with various posters of Quidditch teams tacked lopsidedly on the walls. One of the wizards in the lift, who was carrying an armful of broomsticks, extricated himself with difficulty and disappeared down the corridor. The doors closed, the lift juddered upwards again and the woman's voice announced: ( 2020-01-21 )