Dumbledore raised his finger for silence, a silence which fell as though he had struck Uncle Vernon dumb.

Moony, Wormtail, Padfoot, and Prongs,” sighed George, patting the heading of the map. “We owe them so much.” “Noble men, working tirelessly to help a new generation of law-breakers,” said Fred solemnly.

Harry looked down and saw deep green mountains and lakes, coppery in the sunset.

Hide them all, then. Keep her – them – safe. Please.' And what will you give me in return, Severus?' In – in return? Anything.

As for the fact that Malfoy, Crabbe, and Goyle apeared to be going their different ways when they were usually inseparable, these things happened as people got older--Ron and Hermione, Harry reflected sadly, were living proof.

Turn to page three hundred and ninety-four.

Young people are so infernally convinced that they are absolutely right about everything.