“It is if you believe hard enough,” said Ron Weasley from the armchair to Harry’s left. He was attempting to levitate a Chocolate Frog card—the portrait of an old warlock with a nose like a kumquat—using only his eyebrows. It was not going well.
“Of course it is,” muttered Ron. He stretched, his long legs nudging Harry’s ribs. “Move over, you’re like a horizontal wardrobe.” harry potter audiobook original
“Because I am the one who hid you on that doorstep,” he said. “My name is Alistair Urquart. And I am the Keeper of the Unwritten Hour—the time between the killing curse and the morning. The hour no one remembers.” “It is if you believe hard enough,” said
Harry was already on his feet. His hand had moved to his hip, where his wand should have been, but it was upstairs, tucked under his pillow. Stupid. Careless. “Of course it is,” muttered Ron
Harry looked at Ron. Looked at Hermione. Then back at the sphere, where the silver stag was bowing its head.