Everyone laughed, but nobody laughed harder than Luna Lovegood. She let out a scream of mirth that caused Hedwig to wake up and flap her wings indignantly and Crookshanks to leap up into the luggage rack, hissing. She laughed so hard that her magazine slipped out of her grasp, slid down her legs, and onto the floor. That was funny!
There's a way of doing it! Hermione said crossly. There just has to be! She seemed to be taking the library's lack of useful information on the subject as a personal insult; it had never failed her before.
Snape's eyes were boring into Harry's. It was exactly like trying to stare out a Hippogriff. Harry tried hard not to blink. ‘Mr Malfoy then saw an extraordinary apparition. Can you imagine what it might have been, Potter?' ‘No,' said Harry, now trying to sound innocently.
Dumbledore raised his finger for silence, a silence which fell as though he had struck Uncle Vernon dumb.
Anyone can speak Troll. All you have to do is point and grunt.
The domed ceiling is painted with stars.