Harry — I think I've just understood something! I've got to go to the library!”And she sprinted away, up the stairs.“What does she understand?” said Harry distractedly, still looking around, trying to tell where the voice had come from.“Loads more than I do,” said Ron, shaking his head.“But why’s she got to go to the library?”“Because that’s what Hermione does,” said Ron, shrugging. “When in doubt, go to the library.

I love you, Hermione,” said Ron, sinking back, rubbing his eyes wearily.Hermione turned faintly pink, but merely said, “Don’t let Lavender hear you saying that.”“I won’t,” said Ron into his hands. “Or maybe I will . . . then she’ll ditch me . . .

Her voice was now so shrill only bats would be able to hear it soon, but she had reached a level of indignation that rendered her temporarily speechless..

Well, I’m sure you’ll find someone somewhere who’ll have you.

No, Harry, you listen," said Hermione. "We're coming with you. That was decided months ago - years, really.

Parvati positively beamed. Harry could tell that she was feeling guilty for having laughed at Hermione in Transfiguration. He looked around and saw that Hermione was beaming back, if possible even more brightly. Girls were very strange sometimes.

It's leviOsa, not levioSA!

All those poor elves I haven’t set free yet, having to stay over during Christmas because there aren’t enough hats!

He changed, Harry, he changed! It's as simple as that! Maybe he did believe these things when he was seventeen, but the whole rest of his life was devoted to fighting the Dark Arts... Harry, I'm sorry, but I think the real reason you're so angry is that Dumbledore never told you any of this himself.