How come the Muggles don’t hear the bus? said Harry. Them! said Stan contemptuously. Don’ listen properly, do they? Don’ look properly either. Never notice nuffink, they don’.
Raindrops the size of bullets thundered on the castle windows for days on end; the lake rose, the flower beds turned into muddy streams, and Hagrid’s pumpkins swelled to the size of garden sheds.
Hermione drew herself to her full height; her eyes were narrowed and her hair seemed to crackle with electricity. "No," she said, her voice quivering with anger, "but I will write to your mother.