But that's — I'm sorry, but that's completely ridiculous! How can I possibly prove it doesn't exist? Do you expect me to get hold of — of all the pebbles in the world and test them? I mean, you could claim that anything's real if the only basis for believing in it is that nobody's proved it doesn't exist!
You said to us once before," said Hermione quietly, "that there was time to turn back if we wanted to. We've had time, haven't we?
Friday was an important day for Harry and Ron. They finally managed to find their way down to the Great Hall without getting lost once.
Harry, despite your privileged insight into Voldemort's world (which, incidentally, is a gift any Death Eater would kill to have), you have never been seduced by the Dark Arts, never, even for a second, shown the slightest desire to become one of Voldemort's followers!
It's not possible to live with the Dursleys and not hate them, said Harry. I'd like to see you try it.
My turn... Ron peered into Harry's teacup, his forehead wrinkled with effort. There's a blob a bit like a bowler hat, he said. Maybe you're going to work for the Ministry of Magic....