Original — Harry Potter Audiobook

“It is if you believe hard enough,” said Ron Weasley from the armchair to Harry’s left. He was attempting to levitate a Chocolate Frog card—the portrait of an old warlock with a nose like a kumquat—using only his eyebrows. It was not going well.

“Harry Potter,” said the man. His voice was low, dry, and carried the weight of old libraries and older secrets. “You are not easy to find when you wish to be left alone.” harry potter audiobook original

The man ignored him. He reached into his robes and pulled out a small, glass sphere. It was not a Prophecy orb—Harry had seen those in the Department of Mysteries. This was smaller, more personal. Inside it swirled a silver smoke that formed shapes: a stag, a flash of green light, a pair of round glasses. “It is if you believe hard enough,” said

Harry’s scar seared. White-hot. He staggered, and Ron caught his arm. “Harry Potter,” said the man

The last of the October sunlight bled like spilt marmalade over the Hogwarts grounds, casting long, skeletal shadows from the Forbidden Forest. Within the confines of the Gryffindor common room, a fire crackled with a warmth that seemed almost aggressive against the creeping chill of the dungeon stone. The fat, armchair-shaped cushions sighed as students shifted, and the only sounds were the scratch of quills and the occasional pop of a log collapsing into embers.

“Peeves doesn’t sleep,” Hermione said. “He runs on chaos and stale treacle. It’s in Hogwarts: A History , chapter sixteen, on poltergeist energetics.”

“Of course it is,” muttered Ron. He stretched, his long legs nudging Harry’s ribs. “Move over, you’re like a horizontal wardrobe.”