Tonight, he wanted to be ordinary. He wanted to be a boy lying on a rug, listening to the crackle of a fire, pretending his destiny was a forgotten footnote.
“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 audiobook original
“That’s not normal,” she whispered. Tonight, he wanted to be ordinary
Harry’s scar seared. White-hot. He staggered, and Ron caught his arm. He was attempting to levitate a Chocolate Frog
He held out the sphere.
“Take it, Harry. And see what the Dark Lord was truly afraid of.”
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.