Potter Audiobook Original — Harry

It happened without sound. One moment it was a robust orange, the next it was a silent, icy azure. The temperature in the room dropped ten degrees. Ron’s breath fogged in front of his face. Hermione froze, her quill hovering mid-stroke.

“Give me one reason,” Harry said, his voice a stranger’s, “I should trust you.”

“I’m absorbing knowledge through osmosis,” Harry said, his voice muffled by the book. harry potter audiobook original

Harry Potter, however, was not studying.

The man smiled. It was not a kind smile. It was the smile of someone who had seen empires fall and had wept for none of them. It happened without sound

Harry looked at Ron. Looked at Hermione. Then back at the sphere, where the silver stag was bowing its head.

“D’you reckon Peeves ever sleeps?” Ron asked, abandoning the levitating card. It fell onto his knee, and the warlock gave him a rude gesture before the magic faded. Ron’s breath fogged in front of his face

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