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J.K. Rowling
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October 3 - October 12, 2025
rapturously.
woe betide
moors,
cajolingly,
sacked!”
“Sit,” she said, and they both backed into chairs by the fire. “Explain,” she said, her glasses glinting ominously. Ron launched into the story, starting with the barrier at the station refusing to let them through. “— so we had no choice, Professor, we couldn’t get on the train.” “Why didn’t you send us a letter by owl? I believe you have an owl?” Professor McGonagall said coldly to Harry. Harry gaped at her. Now she said it, that seemed the obvious thing to have done. “I — I didn’t think —” “That,” said Professor McGonagall, “is obvious.”
Professor McGonagall gave him a piercing look, but he was sure she had almost smiled.
Neville was a round-faced and accident-prone boy with the worst memory of anyone Harry had ever met.
At least the Howler had done one good thing: Hermione seemed to think they had now been punished enough and was being perfectly friendly again.
begonia.
compost
feelers
dung
flailed
traipsed
scuttled
wrung
volley of bangs
hastily
cronies,
chortle
“You could’ve fried an egg on your face,” said Ron. “You’d better hope Creevey doesn’t meet Ginny, or they’ll be starting a Harry Potter fan club.”
“Me,” he said, pointing at it and winking as well. “Gilderoy Lockhart, Order of Merlin, Third Class, Honorary Member of the Dark Force Defense League, and five-time winner of Witch Weekly’s Most-Charming-Smile Award — but I don’t talk about that. I didn’t get rid of the Bandon Banshee by smiling at her!” He waited for them to laugh; a few people smiled weakly.
blighters
budgies
“Can you believe him?” roared Ron as one of the remaining pixies bit him painfully on the ear. “He just wants to give us some hands-on experience,” said Hermione, immobilizing two pixies at once with a clever Freezing Charm and stuffing them back into their cage. “Hands on?” said Harry, who was trying to grab a pixie dancing out of reach with its tongue out. “Hermione, he didn’t have a clue what he was doing —” “Rubbish,” said Hermione. “You’ve read his books — look at all those amazing things he’s done —” “He says he’s done,” Ron muttered.
As Wood launched into a speech about his new tactics, Fred Weasley’s head drooped right onto Alicia Spinnet’s shoulder and he began to snore.
“At least no one on the Gryffindor team had to buy their way in,” said Hermione sharply. “They got in on pure talent.” The smug look on Malfoy’s face flickered. “No one asked your opinion, you filthy little Mudblood,” he spat. Harry knew at once that Malfoy had said something really bad because there was an instant uproar at his words. Flint had to dive in front of Malfoy to stop Fred and George jumping on him, Alicia shrieked, “How dare you!”, and Ron plunged his hand into his robes, pulled out his wand, yelling, “You’ll pay for that one, Malfoy!” and pointed it furiously under Flint’s arm at
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Look at Neville Longbottom — he’s pure-blood and he can hardly stand a cauldron the right way up.” “An’ they haven’t invented a spell our Hermione can’ do,” said Hagrid proudly, making Hermione go a brilliant shade of magenta.
boulder.
scalawag!”
spate
a large number of similar things, especially bad things, happening in quick succession.
The steam pouring from under her vivid hair gave the impression that her whole head was on fire.
morosely
doing something in a sullen, gloomy, and ill-humored way. It describes an action performed with a bad-tempered, moody, and withdrawn attitude, often without talking very much. For example, someone might sit morosely at a table, staring at nothing
doublet.
A doublet is a snug-fitting jacket that is shaped and fitted to a man's body. Until the end of the 15th century, the doublet was most often worn under another layer of clothing such as a gown, mantle, or houppelande when in public. In the 16th century, it was covered by the jerkin which often matched
sinew
a piece of tough fibrous tissue uniting muscle to bone or bone to bone; a tendon or ligament.
"the sinews in her neck"
jowls aquiver,
Jowls are loose or sagging skin that droops below the jawline and chin, often caused by aging
jowls aquiver,
Trembling
yak!
tartan
gaunt,
berth
“Stuff like this doesn’t often happen at Hogwarts,” Ron assured her. “They’ll catch the maniac who did it and have him out of here in no time. I just hope he’s got time to Petrify Filch before he’s expelled. I’m only joking —” Ron added hastily as Ginny blanched.
And within five minutes, the class had sunk back into its usual torpor.
Ron was standing well back and seemed to be fighting the impulse to run. “What’s up?” said Harry. “I — don’t — like — spiders,” said Ron tensely. “I never knew that,” said Hermione, looking at Ron in surprise. “You’ve used spiders in Potions loads of times. . . .” “I don’t mind them dead,” said Ron, who was carefully looking anywhere but at the window. “I just don’t like the way they move. . . .” Hermione giggled.
“Slytherin has better brooms than us,” he began. “No point denying it. But we’ve got better people on our brooms. We’ve trained harder than they have, we’ve been flying in all weathers —” (“Too true,” muttered George Weasley. “I haven’t been properly dry since August”) “— and we’re going to make them rue the day they let that little bit of slime, Malfoy, buy his way onto their team.” Chest heaving with emotion, Wood turned to Harry. “It’ll be down to you, Harry, to show them that a Seeker has to have something more than a rich father. Get to that Snitch before Malfoy or die trying, Harry,
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“Oh, no, not you,” he moaned. “Doesn’t know what he’s saying,” said Lockhart loudly to the anxious crowd of Gryffindors pressing around them. “Not to worry, Harry. I’m about to fix your arm.” “No!” said Harry. “I’ll keep it like this, thanks. . . .”
Lockhart hadn’t mended Harry’s bones. He had removed them.
moleskin overcoat.
Peeves was bobbing overhead, now grinning wickedly, surveying the scene; Peeves always loved chaos. As the teachers bent over Justin and Nearly Headless Nick, examining them, Peeves broke into song: “Oh, Potter, you rotter, oh, what have you done, You’re killing off students, you think it’s good fun —” “That’s enough, Peeves!” barked Professor McGonagall, and Peeves zoomed away backward, with his tongue out at Harry.
