Harry couldn't see the point of trying to make his hair lie flat. Aunt Marge loved criticizing him, so the untidier he looked, the happier she would be.
The first-year boy went furiously red on being addressed directly by Dumbledore, and took the platter of sausages with trembling hands.
The banshee made a rasping noise and clutched her throat; her voice was gone.
¡°Harry, you ¡ª you look terrible.¡±