Harry woke up on Sunday morning to find the dormitory blazing with winter sunlight

Chapter 11: The Dueling Club; page 182

He could hear laughter from the crowd; he knew he must look very stupid, but the rogue Bludger was heavy and couldn’t change direction as quickly as Harry could; he began a kind of roller-coaster ride around the edges of the stadium, squinting through the silver sheets of rain to the Gryffindor goal posts

Chapter 10: The Rogue Bludger; page 171

It was the gloomiest, most depressing bathroom Harry had ever set foot in. Under a large, cracked, and spotted mirror were a row of chipped sinks. The floor was damp and reflected the dull light given off by the stubs of a few candles, burning low in their holders; the wooden doors to the stalls were flaking and scratched and one of them was dangling off its hinges.

Chapter 9: The Writing on the Wall; page 155

Harry got up and crossed to the window next to the message on the wall. Hermione was pointing at the topmost pane, where around twenty spiders were scuttling, apparently fighting to get through a small crack. A long, silvery thread was dangling like a rope, as though they had all climbed it in their hurry to get outside.

Chapter 9: The Writing on the Wall; page 154

'Ah, the Hand of Glory!' said Mr. Borgin, abandoning Mr. Malfoy's list and scurrying over to Draco. 'Insert a candle and it gives light only to the holder! Best friend of thieves and plunderers! Your son has fine taste, sir.'

‘I hope my son will amount to more than a thief or a plunderer, Borgin,’ said Mr. Malfoy coldly…’Though if his grades don’t pick up… that may indeed be all he is fit for —’

Chapter 4: At Flourish and Blotts; page 52

Harry sank into a stupor as Wood droned on and on.

'So,' said Wood, at long last, jerking Harry from a wistful fantasy about what he could be eating for breakfast at this very moment up at the castle. 'Is that clear? Any questions?'

‘I’ve got a question, Oliver,’ said George, who had woken with a start. ‘Why couldn’t you have told us all this yesterday when we were awake?’

Chapter 7: Mudbloods and Murmurs; page 108

Draco paused to examine a long coil of hangman’s rope and to read, smirking, the card propped on a magnificent necklace of opals, Caution: Do Not Touch. Cursed — Has Claimed the Lives of Nineteen Muggle Owners to Date.

Chapter 4: At Flourish and Blotts; page 52

It was remarkable how he could show every one of those brilliant teeth even when he wasn’t talking.

about Professor Lockhart Chapter 6: Gilderoy Lockhart; page 90

Wish they could see famous Harry Potter now, he thought savagely as he spread manure on the flower beds, his back aching, sweat running down his face.

Ch 1: The Worst Birthday; page 10

Harry left through the back door. It was a brilliant, sunny day. He crossed the lawn, slumped down on the garden bench, and sang under his breath: ‘Happy birthday to me… happy birthday to me…’

No cards, no presents, and he would be spending the evening pretending not to exist. He gazed miserably into the hedge. He had never felt so lonely. More than anything else at Hogwarts, more even than playing Quidditch, Harry missed his best friends.

The Worst Birthday

Ch 1: The Worst Birthday; page 7

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