" I have, sir, " he said, and although his voice was very scared, Harry could still hear the familiar unctuous note in it. " I wish to be of use to the Ministry. I wish to help. "
" You'll be singing a different tune soon enough, Hermione, " said Fred, thickly buttering a crumpet. " You're starting your fifth year, you'll be begging us for a Snackbox before long."