If only there had been a Dementor around… As a sobbing Wood passed Harry the Cup, as he lifted it into the air, Harry felt he could have produced the world’s best Patronus.
Sort, sort, sort, sort, sort, sort. He said me haffi sort, sort, sort, sort, sort, sort.
You two had better change, you know, I expect we’ll be there soon.
Father says it’s a crime if I’m not picked to play for my House, and I must say, I agree.
Hagrid looked at Harry with warmth and respect blazing in his eyes, but Harry, instead of feeling pleased and proud, felt quite sure there had been a horrible mistake.
Harry picked it up and stared at it, his heart twanging like a giant elastic band. No one, ever, in his whole life, had written to him.
Harry was used to spiders, because the cupboard under the stairs was full of them, and that was where he slept.