“Mischief Managed.”

“Let muggles manage without us!”

“How in the name of Merlin's pants have you managed to get your hands on those Horcrux books?”

“Friday was an important day for Harry and Ron. They finally managed to find their way down to the Great Hall without getting lost once.”

“Your aunt and uncle will be proud, though, won't they?" said Hermione as they got off the train and joined the crowd thronging toward the enchanted barrier. "When they hear what you did this year?""Proud?" said Harry. "Are you crazy? All those times I could've died, and I didn't manage it? They'll be furious...”

“Room of Requirement, of course! Surpassed itself, hasn't it? the Carrows were chasing me, and I knew I had just one chance for a hideout: I managed to get through the door and this is what I found! Well, it wasn't exactly like this when I arrived, it was a load smaller, there was only one hammock and just Gryffindor hangings. But it's expanded as more and more of the D.A. have arrived.”

“The Prime Minister gazed hopelessly at the pair of them for a moment, then the words he had fought to suppress all evening burst from him at last.“But for heaven’s sake — you’re wizards! You can do magic! Surely you can sort out — well — anything!”Scrimgeour turned slowly on the spot and exchanged an incredulous look with Fudge, who really did manage a smile this time as he said kindly, “The trouble is, the other side can do magic too, Prime Minister.”