Söndagens smakbit - Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix

Idag är en läsdag då regnet faller utanför. Och det är precis vad jag ska göra idag, ska nu göra mig en kopp te och fortsätta läsa här i soffan. 

Denna söndag bjuder jag på en smakbit från Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix av J.K Rowling. Omläsningen fortsätter helt enkelt.   
    
Smakbiten är från sidan, 62:

Harry crossed the dingy landing, turned the bedroom doorknob, which was shaped like a serpent’s head, and opened the door. 

He caught a brief glimpse of a gloomy high-ceilinged, twin-bedded room, then there was a loud twittering noise, followed by an even louder shriek, and his vision was completely obscured by a large quantity of very bushy hair - Hermione had thrown herself onto him in a hug that nearly knocked him flat, while Ron’s tiny owl, Pigwidgeon, zoomed excitedly round and round their heads.

“HARRY! Ron, he’s here, Harry’s here! We didn’t hear you arrive! Oh, how are you? Are you all right? Have you been furious with us? I bet you have, I know our letters were useless — but we couldn’t tell you anything, Dumbledore made us swear we wouldn’t, oh, we’ve got so much to tell you, and you’ve got to tell us — the dementors! When we heard — and that Ministry hearing — it’s just outrageous, I’ve looked it all up, they can’t expel you, they just can’t, there’s provision in the Decree for the Restriction of Underage Sorcery for the use of magic in life-threatening situations —”