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Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix
by J. K. Rowling
p.54 "Disillusionment Charm," said Moody, raising his wand. "Lupin says you've got an Invisibility Cloak, but it won't stay on while you're flying; this'll disguise you better. Here you go--"
He rapped Harry hard on the top of the head and Harry felt a curious sensation as though Moody had just smashed an egg there; cold trickles seemed to be running down his body from the point the wand had struck.
p.129 "Level seven, Department of Magical Games and Sports, incorporating the British and Irish Quidditch League Headquarters, Official Gobstones Club, and Ludicrous Patents Office."
p.129-130 Once again the lift doors opened and four or five witches got out; at the same time, several paper airplanes swooped into the lift. Harry stared up at them as they flapped idly above his head; they were a pale violet cover and he could see MINISTRY OF MAGIC stamped along the edges of their wings.
"Just Interdepartmental memos," Mr. Weasley muttered to him. "We used to use owls, but the mess was unbelievable... droppings all over the desks..."
As they clattered upward again, the memos flapped around the swaying lamp in the lift's ceiling.
p.199 "It's alright," said a dreamy voice from beside Harry as Ron vanished into the coach's dark interior. "You're not going mad or anything. I can see them too."
"Can you?" Harry said desperately, turning to Luna. He could see the bat-winged horses reflected in their wide, silvery eyes.
"Oh yes," said Luna. "I've been able to see them ever since my first day here. They've always pulled the carriages. Don't worry. You're just as sane as I am."
Smiling faintly, she climbed into the musty interior of the carriage after Ron. Not altogether reassured, Harry followed her.
p.204-207 [ The Sorting Hat's New Song ]
In times of old when I was new
And Hogwarts barely started
The founders of our noble school
Thought never to be parted;
United by a common goal,
They had the selfsame yearning,
To make the world's best magic school
And pass along their learning.
"Together we will build and teach!"
The four good friends decided
And never did they dream that they
Might someday be divided.
For were there such friends anywhere
As Slytherin and Gryffindor?
Unless it was the second pair
Of Hufflepuff and Ravenclaw?
So how could it have gone so wrong?
How could such friendships fail?
Why, I was there and so can tell
The whole sad, sorry tale.
Said Slytherin, "We'll teach just those
Whose ancestry is surest."
Said Ravenclaw, "We'll teach those whose
Intelligence is surest."
Said Gryffindor, "We'll teach all those
With brave deeds to their name,"
Said Hufflepuff, "I'll teach the lot,
And treat them just the same."
These differences caused little strife
When first they came to light,
For each of the four founders had
A House in which they might
Take only those they wanted, so,
For instance, Slytherin
Took only pure-blood wizards
Of great cunning, just like him,
And only those of sharpest mind
Were taught by Ravenclaw
While the bravest and the boldest
Went to daring Gryffindor.
Good Hufflepuff, she took the rest,
And taught them all she knew,
Thus the Houses and their founders
Retained friendships firm and true.
So Hogwarts worked in harmony
For several happy years,
But then discord crept among us
Feeding on our faults and fears.
The Houses that, like pillars four,
Had once held up our school,
Now turned upon each other and,
Divided, sought to rule.
And for a while it seemed the school
Must meet an early end,
What with dueling and with fighting
And the clash of friend on friend
And at last there came a morning
When old Slytherin departed
And though the fighting then died out
He left us quite downhearted.
And never since the founders four
Where whittled down to three
Have the Houses been united
As they once were meant to be.
And now the Sorting Hat is here
And you all know the score:
I sort you into Houses
Because that is what I'm for
But this year I'll go further,
Listen closely to my song:
Though condemned I am to split you
Still I worry that it's wrong,
Though I must fulfill my duty
And must quarter every year
Still I wonder whether sorting
May not bring the end I fear.
Oh, know the perils, read the signs,
The warning history shows,
For our Hogwarts is in danger
From external, deadly foes.
and we must unite inside her
Or we'll crumble from within
I have told you, I have warned you...
Let the Sorting now begin.
p.221 Neville and Ron both gave Harry it's-his-problem-not-yours looks, but Harry was not much consoled.
p.247 "Well?" said Professor McGonagall, rounding on him, "Is this true?"
"Is what true?" asked Harry, rather more aggressively than he had intended. "Professor?" he added in an attempt to sound more polite.
"Is it true that you shouted at Professor Umbridge?"
"Yes," said Harry.
"You called her a liar?"
"You told her that He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named is back?"
Professor McGonagall sat down behind her desk, watching Harry closely. Then she said, "Have a biscuit, Potter."
p.319 "She's bang out of order."
The bullfrog on which she was practicing her Silencing Charm was struck dumb mid-croak and glared at her reproachfully.
p.484 "Are they doctors?" he asked Ron quietly.
"Doctors?" said Ron, looking startled. "Those Muggle nutters that cut people up? Han, they're Healers."
p.485-486 ARTIFACT INCIDENTS..........Ground Floor
(Cauldron explosion, wand backfiring, broom crashes, etc.)
CREATURE-INDUCED INJURIES..........Second Floor
(Bites, stings, burns, embedded spines, etc.)
MAGICAL BUGS..........Second Floor
(Contagious maladies, e.g., dragon pox, vanishing sickness, scrofungulus)
POTION AND PLANT POISONING..........Third Floor
(Rashes, regurgitation, uncontrollable giggling, etc.)
SPELL DAMAGE..........Fourth Floor
(Unliftable jinxes, hexes, incorrectly applied charms, etc.)
VISITOR'S TEAROOM AND HOSPITAL SHOP..........Fifth Floor
If you are unsure of where to go, incapable or normal speech, or unable to remember why you are here, our Welcome Witch will be pleased to help.
p.486 "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, still thinks he's a teapot... Next!"
p.505 "Of course, he might have crawled up into the airing cupboard and died... But I mustn't get my hopes up."
p.569 Rita looked as she would like nothing better than to seize the paper umbrella out of Hermione's drink and thrust it up her nose.
p.577 He dreamed that Neville and Professor Sprout were waltzing around the Room of Requirement while Professor McGonagall played the bagpipes.
p.600 Classroom eleven was situated in the ground-floor corridor leading off the entrance hall on the opposite side to the Great Hall. Harry knew it to be one of those classrooms that were never used regularly, and that it therefore had the slightly neglected feeling of a cupboard or storeroom.
p.635 With his glasses off, the occasional firework still passing the window became blurred, looking like sparkling clouds, beautiful and mysterious against the black sky.
"I am terribly sorry to have to contradict you, Minerva, but as you will see from my note, Harry has been achieving very poor results in his classes with me--"
"I should have made my meaning plainer," said Professor McGonagall, turning at last to look Umbridge directly in the eyes. "He has achieved high marked in all Defense Against the Dark Arts tests set by a competent teacher."
p.674 "I've got the form, Headmistress," he [Filch] said hoarsely, waving the piece of parchment Harry had just seen him take from her desk. "I've got the form and I've got the whips waiting... Oh, let me do it now..."
p.678 None of the staff but Filch seemed to be stirring themselves to help her. Indeed, a week after Fred and George's departure Harry witnessed Professor McGonagall walking right past Peeves, who was determinedly loosening a crystal chandelier, and could have sworn he heard her tell the poltergeist out of the corner of her mouth, "It unscrews the other way."
"Only!" said Hermione snappishly. "I've got Arithmancy and it's probably the toughest subject there is!"
Nobody was foolish enough to snap back, so she was unable to vent her spleen on any of them and was reduced to telling off some first years for giggling too loudly in the common room.
p.274 He was so angry with Umbridge he could not think of a punishment bad enough for her, though Ron's suggestion of having her fed to a box of starving Blast-Ended Skrewts had its merits.
p.845 We believe that the dementors are currently taking direction from Lord -- Thingy.
NAMES: Zomojski, Karkus, Golomath, Euan, Zeller, Seamus, Ladislaw, Arabella, Grimmauld, Abercrombie, Podmore, Hestia, Alphard, Doreen, Emmeline, Vance, Sturgis, Elphias, Doge, Dedalus, Diggle, Tonks, Kingsly, Shacklebolt, Alastor, Remus, Nymphadora, Magorian