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

by J.K. Rowling

It was one o’clock in the morning. Harry’s stomach gave a funny jolt. He had been thirteen years old, without realizing it, for a whole hour.

but they’re going to buy me a new wand for next year.

Ron is finally getting a wand!

I hope it’s not too long — it’s two rolls of parchment more than Professor Binns asked for.

“When will they learn,” said Uncle Vernon, pounding the table with his large purple fist, “that hanging’s the only way to deal with these people?”

um..

“There was a big black thing,” said Harry, pointing uncertainly into the gap. “Like a

sirius

Harry wouldn’t have been able to sleep even if he had been traveling on a bus that didn’t keep banging loudly and jumping a hundred miles at a time.

“It was an accident! We don’t send people to Azkaban just for blowing up their aunts!”

“Black’s not going to be caught by a thirteen-year-old wizard.

“We tried to shut him in a pyramid,” he told Harry. “But Mum spotted us.”

“I don’t go looking for trouble,” said Harry, nettled. “Trouble usually finds me.”

“Potty and the Weasel.”

I am sorry to tell you that Professor Kettleburn, our Care of Magical Creatures teacher, retired at the end of last year in order to enjoy more time with his remaining limbs.

“Is your grandmother well?” “I think so,” said Neville tremulously. “I wouldn’t be so sure if I were you, dear,” said Professor Trelawney,

By the way, my dear,” she shot suddenly at Parvati Patil, “beware a red-haired man.” Parvati gave a startled look at Ron, who was right behind her, and edged her chair away from him.

“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?”

“Oh yes,” said Dumbledore coldly. “But I’m afraid no dementor will cross the threshold of this castle while I am headmaster.”

“Why couldn’t Black have hidden in Snape’s office, eh? He could have finished him off for us!”

“Moony, Wormtail, Padfoot, and Prongs,” sighed George, patting the heading of the map. “We owe them so much.” “Noble men, working tirelessly to help a new generation of lawbreakers,” said Fred solemnly.

“I doubt it will make much difference,” said Professor McGonagall coldly, “unless a mad axe-man is waiting outside the doors to slaughter the first into the entrance hall.”

“Harry — make sure you win,” said Percy, in an urgent whisper. “I haven’t got ten Galleons. Yes, I’m coming, Penny!” And he bustled off to join her in a piece of toast.

“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!”

“HARRY, THIS IS NO TIME TO BE A GENTLEMAN!” Wood roared as Harry swerved to avoid a collision. “KNOCK HER OFF HER BROOM IF YOU HAVE TO!”

Harry turned around in midair and saw six scarlet blurs bearing down on him; next moment, the whole team was hugging him so hard he was nearly pulled off his broom. Down

Team love

Harry and Ron both made furious moves toward Malfoy, but Hermione got there first — SMACK!

“It’s obvious what this means. There’s going to be loads of fog tonight.”

“I give up! I’m leaving!” And to the whole class’s amazement, Hermione strode over to the trapdoor, kicked it open, and climbed down the ladder out of sight.

He was so absorbed, he even forgot to be horrible to Crookshanks.

Then Wood was speeding toward him, half-blinded by tears; he seized Harry around the neck and sobbed unrestrainedly into his shoulder. Harry felt two large thumps as Fred and George hit them; then Angelina’s, Alicia’s, and Katie’s voices, “We’ve won the Cup! We’ve won the Cup!” Tangled together in a many-armed hug, the Gryffindor team sank, yelling hoarsely, back to earth.

Yayyyy we won the cup!

Professor McGonagall was sobbing harder even than Wood, wiping her eyes with an enormous Gryffindor flag;

“I let you sleep in my bed!” he said.

“If you made a better rat than a human, it’s not much to boast about, Peter,”

“I have no hesitation in saying that James would have been highly disappointed if his son had never found any of the secret passages out of the castle.”

“Who’d have thought it? That brings her total of real predictions up to two. I should offer her a pay raise.

I thought your friend Ron might like to keep this owl, as it’s my fault he no longer has a rat. Ron’s eyes widened. The minute owl was still hooting excitedly.

Aweee we get to keep the cute owl