The next moment, he, Ron, and Hermione were engulfed, hugged, pounded on the back, their hair ruffled, their hands shaken, by what seemed to be more than twenty people.
The truth was that Ron had just reminded Harry forcibly of another Gryffindor Quidditch player who had once sat rumpling his hair under this very tree.
But I'd never do that because it would make a real mess of my circulatory system, I'd die an agonizing death, and there's no guarantee the other person is the same blood type as me.