“Turn to page three hundred and ninety-four.”

“Three turns should do it.”

“The mistake ninety-nine percent of humanity made, as far as Fats could see, was being ashamed of what they were; lying about it, trying to be somebody else.”

“That wand’s more trouble than it’s worth,” said Harry. “And quite honestly,” he turned away from the painted portraits, thinking now only of the four-poster bed lying waiting for him in Gryffindor Tower, and wondering whether Kreacher might bring him a sandwich there, “I’ve had enough trouble for a lifetime.”

“You'd think people had better things to gossip about," said Ginny as she sat on the common room floor, leaning against Harry’s legs and reading the Daily Prophet. "Three Dementor attacks in a week, and all Romilda Vane does is ask me if it’s true you’ve got a Hippogriff tattooed across your chest."Ron and Hermione both roared with laughter. Harry ignored them.What did you tell her?"I told her it's a Hungarian Horntail," said Ginny, turning a page of the newspaper idly. "Much more macho."Thanks," said Harry, grinning. "And what did you tell her Ron’s got?"A Pygmy Puff, but I didn’t say where.”

“Potter! There are hundreds of people thundering through my pub!”

“Ron's indignation on his behalf was worth about a hundred points to him.”