Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix (Harry Potter, #5)

by J.K. Rowling

“Hold yer hippogriffs, I haven’ finished me story yet!”

“I’m here to see Broderick Bode!” he wheezed. “Ward forty-nine, but I’m afraid you’re wasting your time,” said the witch dismissively. “He’s completely addled, you know, still thinks he’s a teapot. . . . Next!”

Sirius looked slightly disconcerted for a moment, then said, “I’ll look for him later, I expect I’ll find him upstairs crying his eyes out over my mother’s old bloomers or something. . . . Of course, he might have crawled into the airing cupboard and died. . . . But I mustn’t get my hopes up . . .”

it might have been a good idea to mention how ugly you think I am too,” Hermione added as an afterthought. “But I don’t think you’re ugly,” said Harry, bemused. Hermione laughed.

“Eat dung, Umbridge”

“Are you feeling all right?” Ron asked, staring at her in disbelief. “Now you mention it,” said Hermione happily, “d’you know . . . I think I’m feeling a bit . . . rebellious.”

“I should have made my meaning plainer,” said Professor McGonagall, turning at last to look Umbridge directly in the eyes. “He has achieved high marks in all Defense Against the Dark Arts tests set by a competent teacher.”