Five hundred. How many?
It was in this garden, further down than the orchard, that six
He held out the golden head of the statue and Harry placed his hand on it, past caring what he did next or where he went.
“I don't know whether the Malfoys own a house-elf…” said Harry.
`What don't you understand?' said Oblonsky, smiling just as cheerfully, and picking up a cigarette. He expected some queer outburst from Levin.
Theaet. Just that.
Hadley arrives at Fat-Ass' cell, bellowing through the bars: