“Yes . . .” said Ron softly, “it’s the only way . . . I’ve got to be taken.”
“NO!” Harry and Hermione shouted.
“That’s chess!” snapped Ron. “You’ve got to make some sacrifices! I make my move and she’ll take me — that leaves you free to checkmate the king, Harry!”
Her gün odamda oturuyor, kitap okumaya çalışıyordum. Bir tek harfini bile fark etmeden sayfaları çeviriyor, bazen, dikkat etmeye azmederek baştan başlıyor, fakat birkaç satır sonra gene zihnimin başka yerlerde dolaştığını görüyordum.
"Devil’s Snare, Devil’s Snare... What did Professor Sprout say? It likes the dark and the damp”
“So light a fire!” Harry choked.
“Yes — of course — but there’s no wood!” Hermione cried, wringing her hands.
“HAVE YOU GONE MAD?” Ron bellowed. “ARE YOU A WITCH OR NOT?”
“Oh, right!” said Hermione, and she whipped out her wand, waved it, muttered something, and sent a jet of the same bluebell flames...