I find Prisoner of Azkaban to be unbearably stressful, but also so delightfully perfect. (Taken with instagram)
‘At least no one on the Gryffindor team had to buy their way in,’ Hermione said sharply. ‘They got in on pure talent.’
The smug look on Malfoy’s face flickered.
‘No one asked your opinion, you filthy little Mudblood,’ he spat.
Harry knew at once that Malfoy had said something really bad because there was an instant uproar at his words. Flint had to dive in front of Malfoy to stop Fred and George jumping on him, Alicia shrieked,’How dare you!’ and Ron plunged his hand into his robes, pulled out his wand, yelling, ‘You’ll pay for that one, Malfoy!’ and pointed it furiously under Flint’s arm at Malfoy’s face.
Harry Potter and the Chamber of Secrets by J.K. Rowling
“I think we should run through the schedule one more time,” said Uncle Vernon. “We should all be in position at eight o’clock. Petunia, you will be -?”
“In the lounge,” said Aunt Petunia promptly, “waiting to welcome them graciously to our home.”
“Good, good. And Dudley?”
“I’ll be waiting to open the door.” Dudley put on a foul, simpering smile. “May I take your coats, Mr. and Mrs. Mason?”
“They’ll love him!” cried Aunt Petunia rapturously.
“Excellent, Dudley,” said Uncle Vernon. Then he rounded on Harry. “And you?”
“I’ll be in my bedroom, making no noise and pretending I’m not there,” said Harry tonelessly.
‘Now, we should aim to get in a few good compliments at dinner. Petunia, any ideas?’
‘Vernon tells me you’re a wonderful golfer, Mr. Mason… Do tell me where you bought your dress, Mrs. Mason…’
‘Perfect… Dudley?’
‘How about: “We had to write an essay about our hero at school, Mr. Mason, and I wrote about you.’
This was too much for both Aunt Petunia and Harry. Aunt Petunia burst into tears and hugged her son, while Harry ducked under the table so they wouldn’t see him laughing.
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I’m like a third into Chamber of Secrets and all I am thinking is… Colin Creevey, whyyyyyyy!?
’No, it isn’t, ’ Said Harry thoughtfully. ‘He’s a funny man, Dumbledore. I think he sort of wanted to give me a chance. I think he knows more or less everything that goes on here, you know. I reckon he had a pretty good idea we were going to try, and instead of stopping us, he just taught us enough to help. I don’t think it was an accident he let me find out how the mirror worked. It’s almost like he thought I had the right to face Voldemort if I could…’
‘Yeah Dumbledore’s barking, all right,’ said Ron proudly.
‘The mirror will be moved to a new home tomorrow, Harry, and I ask you not to go looking for it again. If you ever do run across it, you will now be prepared. It does not do to dwell on dreams and forget to live, remember that. Now, why don’t you put that admirable cloak back on and go back to bed?’
Harry stood up.
‘Sir - Professor Dumbledore? Can I ask you something?’
‘Obviously, you’ve just done so,’ Dumbledore smiled. ‘You may ask me one more thing, however.’
‘What do you see when you look in the mirror?’
‘I? I see myself holding a pair of thick, woollen socks.’
Harry stared.
‘One can never have enough socks.’ Said Dumbledore. ‘Another Christmas has come and gone and I didn’t get a single pair. People will insist on giving me books.’
It was only when he was back in bed that it struck Harry that Dumbledore might not have been quite truthful. But then, he thought, as he shoved Scabbers off his pillow, it had been quite an impertinent question.
Harry Potter and the Philosopher’s Stone by J.K. Rowling
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