Harry Potter and the Half-Blood Prince(J.K.Rowling/Bloomsbury Publishing PLC)
‘People expect you to have cooler friends than us,’ said Luna, once again displaying her knack for embarrasing honestly.
‘You are cool,’ said Harry shortly. ‘None of them was at the Ministry. They didn’t fight with me.'(p.133)
Hagrid gave another great snort. Harry rather thought some bogies landed on the potatoes, and was inwardly thankful that they were not staying for dinner.(p.216)
She’s Ron’s sister, Harry told himself firmly. Ron’s sister, She’s out of bounds. He would not risk his friendship with Ron for anything. He punched his pillow into a more comfortable shape and waited for sleep to come, trying his utmost not to allow his thoughts to stray anywhere near Ginny.(p.271)
‘I don’t want to be used,’ said Harry.
‘Some would say it’s your duty to be used by the Ministry!’
‘Yeah, and others might say it’s your duty to check people really are Death Eaters before you chuck them in prison,’ said Harry, his temper rising now.(p.325)
‘Firstly, and very importantly, Voldemort was, I believe, more attached to this school than he has ever been to a person. Hogwarts was where he had been happiest; the first and only place he had felt at home.’
Harry felt slightly uncomfortable at these words, for this was exactly how he felt about Hogwarts, too.(p.404)
He understood at last what Dumbledore had been trying to tell him. It was, he thought, the different between being dragged into the arena to face a battle to the death and walking into the arena with your head held high. Some people, perhaps, would say that there was little to choose between the two ways, but Dumbledore knew – and so do I, thought Harry, with a rush of fierce pride, and so did my parents – that there was all the difference in the world.(p.479)