Harry remembered how much shabbier Lupin looked these days and his dislike of Umbridge deepend even further.

She's taken points off Gryffindor because I'm having my hand sliced open every night! How is that fair, how?

It sounds great whey you say it like that, but all that stuff was luck - I didn't know what I was doing half the time, I didn't plan any of it, I just did whatever I could think of, and I nearly always had hep -.

However, Hermione, who was taking more subjects than either of them, had not only finished all her homework but was also finding time to knit more elf clothes. Harry had to admit that she was getting better, it was now almost always possible to distiguish between the hats and the socks.

Harry was feeling slightly hot around the collar now, he was determinedly looking anywhere but at Cho.

"Bear in mind," she said quickly and quietly, her eyes on the scroll in his hand, "that channels of communication in and out of Hogwarts may be bein watched, won't you?"

He knew exactly why the subjects of people who were in St Mungo's because of magical damage to their brains was highly distressing to Neville, but had sworn to Dumbledore  that he would not tell anyone Neville's secret.