“Professor,” Harry said, approaching the little Charms master, “Professor, I’m sorry to interrupt, but this is important. Have you got any idea where the diadem of Ravenclaw is?” “-- Protego Horribilis --the diadem of Ravenclaw?” squeaked Flitwick. “A little extra… — J.K. Rowling Copy Share Image
“Okay,” he called to the room at large, and all noise ceased: Fred and George, who had been cracking jokes for the benefit of those nearest, fell silent, and all of them looked alert, excited. “There’s something we need to… — J.K. Rowling Copy Share Image
