Tell me one last thing, said Harry. Is this real? Or has this been happening inside my head?

Owls flying by daylight? Mysterious.

And tears came before he could stop them, boiling hot then instantly freezing on his face, and what was the point in wiping them off? Or pretending? He let them fall.

Once again, you show all the sensitivity of a blunt axe.

There isn't one, said Harry, still disoriented by the sudden appearance of all these people, unable to take everything n while his scar was still burning so fiercely.

Ah, think of the possibilities,' said Ron dreamily. ‘It would've been so easy to push Malfoy off a glacier and make it look like an accident ... shame his mother likes him ...

Harry, did you ever even open A History of Magic?