Oh, come on, Harry,” said Hermione, suddenly impatient. “It’s not Quidditch that’s popular, it’s you! You’ve never been more interesting, and frankly, you’ve never been more fanciable.

“As Hagrid had said, what would come would come and he would have to meet it whe…”

“He can run faster than Severus Snape confronted with shampoo.”

“What do I care how 'e looks? I am good-looking enough for both of us, I theenk!…”

“Come out, come out, little Harry!" she called in her mock-baby voice, which ech…”