“Of course it is,” muttered Ron. He stretched, his long legs nudging Harry’s ribs. “Move over, you’re like a horizontal wardrobe.”
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. harry potter audiobook original
Ron drew his wand with a clumsy thwack . “Who the bloody hell are you?” “Of course it is,” muttered Ron
He held out the sphere.