Harry Potter and the Prisoner of Azkaban (Harry Potter, #3)

by J.K. Rowling

Harry couldn’t think of anyone who deserved to win a large pile of gold more than the Weasleys, who were very nice and extremely poor.

“It’s my birthday in September, and Mum and Dad gave me some money to get myself an early birthday present.” “How about a nice book?” said Ron innocently.

“Yeah, we’ll call you,” muttered Ron as the knight disappeared, “if we ever need someone mental.”

By the way, my dear,” she shot suddenly at Parvati Patil, “beware a red-haired man.”

“But I wish I could have had a turn with the boggart —” “What would it have been for you?” said Ron, sniggering. “A piece of homework that only got nine out of ten?”

“Where is Wood?” said Harry, suddenly realizing he wasn’t there. “Still in the showers,” said Fred. “We think he’s trying to drown himself.”

“Pity you can’t attach an extra arm to yours, Malfoy,” said Harry. “Then it could catch the Snitch for you.”

“JORDAN! ARE YOU BEING PAID TO ADVERTISE FIREBOLTS? GET ON WITH THE COMMENTARY!”

“Oh, he’s not unbalanced,” said Dumbledore quietly. “He’s just suffered a severe disappointment.”

“Do you know, Harry, I think she might have been,” he said thoughtfully. “Who’d have thought it? That brings her total of real predictions up to two. I should offer her a pay raise. . . .”

“You think the dead we have loved ever truly leave us? You think that we don’t recall them more clearly than ever in times of great trouble? Your father is alive in you, Harry, and shows himself most plainly when you have need of him. How else could you produce that particular Patronus? Prongs rode again last night.”

“Yes, I have,” said Harry brightly. “He was my mum and dad’s best friend. He’s a convicted murderer, but he’s broken out of Wizard prison and he’s on the run. He likes to keep in touch with me, though . . . keep up with my news . . . check if I’m happy. . .