It had been enough of a shock for Harry to discover, on his eleventh birthday, that he was a wizard; it had been even more disconcerting to find out that everyone in the hidden wizarding world knew his name. Harry had arrived at Hogwarts to find that heads turned and whispers followed him wherever he went. But he was used to it now: At the end of this summer, he would be starting his fourth year at Hogwarts, and Harry was already counting the days until he would be back at the castle again.
"For my son.--The Emperor made me a Baron on the battlefield of Waterloo.
The name glittered in gas-jets over the entrance. It was
This house and corridor, which have now disappeared, were in existence fifteen years ago.
and induce one habit of both: and there is no means to help this, but by seasonable
Harry didn't understand what Snape was talking about. Nor, apparently, did Lupin.