Book 2:
Excerpts

"Harry Potter must not go back to Hogwarts."
--Dobby

"Where's Snape?"
"Maybe he's left," said Harry, "because he's missed out on the Defense Against the Dark Arts job again!"
"Or he might have been sacked!" said Ron enthusiastically. "I mean, everyone hates him-"
"Or maybe," said a very cold voice from behind them, "he's waiting to hear why you two didn't arrive on the school train."

"Come on now...they're only pixies," Lockhart shouted. He rolled up his sleeves, brandished his wand, and bellowed, "Peskipiksi Pesternomi!" It had absolutely no effect; one of the pixies seized his wand and threw it out the window.

"Follow the spiders," said Ron weakly, wiping his mouth on his sleeve. "I'll never forgive Hagrid. We're lucky to be alive."

Mr. Malfoy ripped the sock off the diary, threw it aside, then looked furiously from the ruined book to Harry...He turned to go. "Come, Dobby. I said, come."
But Dobby didn't move..."Got a sock," said Dobby in disbelief. "Master threw it, Dobby caught it, and Dobby- Dobby is free."

It felt as though he was being sucked down a giant drain. He seemed to be spinning very fast - the roaring in his ears was deafening -he tried to keep his eyes open but the whirl of green flames made him feel sick - something hard knocked his elbow and he tucked it in tightly, still spinning and spinning - now it felt as though cold hands were slapping his face - squinting through his glasses he saw a blurred stream of fireplaces and snatched glimpses of the rooms beyond - his bacon sandwiches were churning inside him - he closed his eyes again wishing it would stop...
--Chapter Three: The Burrow

He mounted his broomstick and kicked at the ground, soaring up into the air. The cool morning air whipped his face, waking him far more effectively than Wood's long talk. It felt wonderful to be back on the Quidditch field. He soared right around the stadium at full speed, racing Fred and George.
--Chapter Six: Gilderoy Lockhart

Peeves stopped, halfway through a midair somersault. Upside down, he spotted Justin and Nearly Headless Nick. He flipped the right way up, filled his lungs and, before Harry could stop him, screamed, "ATTACK! ATTACK! ANOTHER ATTACK! NO MORTAL OR GHOST IS SAFE! RUN FOR YOUR LIVES! ATTAAAACK!"
--Chapter Eleven: The Dueling Club  

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