He paid no attention to any one there.
“Yaxley. Snape,” said a high, clear voice from the head of the table. “You are very nearly late.”
‘Yes, as I was saying, Potter, Professor Lupin thought you showed a pronounced aptitude for the subject, and obviously for an Auror—’
`Why do not you apply to Jean Valjean?'
"Oh, I've forgotten..." she replied. "But none of you would go?"
And what do you say, now that the life of our protectors is made out to be far better and nobler than that of Olympic victors --is the life of shoemakers, or any other artisans, or of husbandmen, to be compared with it?