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“Are you mad?” said Harry. “I'm keeping it! Look, I've thought it out —”

“Charley!” said Sikes, stepping forward, “don’t you—don’t you

“But you haven't really got to know Mrs. Norris,” Ron told her bracingly. “Honestly, we're much better off without her.” Ginny's lip trembled. “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.

“Crouch let his son off? I thought you had the measure of him, Hermione! Anything that threatened to tarnish his reputation had to go; he had dedicated his whole life to becoming Minister of Magic. You saw him dismiss a devoted house-elf because she associated him with the Dark Mark again - doesn't that tell you what he's like? Crouch's fatherly affection stretched just far enough to give his son a trial, and by all accounts, it wasn't much more than an excuse for Crouch to show how much he hated the boy…then he sent him straight to Azkaban.”

“Eh, Mrs. Corney?”

“But what are the Deathly Hallows?” asked Hermione.

“Careful, Weasley, careful!” cried Professor Sprout as the beans burst into bloom before their very eyes.

“At Borgin and Burkes?” Harry repeated, stunned.

“But it didn’t work,” Harry went on. “Mine still beat the borrowed wand. Do you know why that is?”