What's wrong with your hand? Nothing. Your other hand. You've got to tell Dumbledore! No....

Hermione Granger:
What's wrong with your hand?
Harry Potter:
Nothing.
[Harry hides his left hand under his book and shows her his right hand]

Hermione Granger:
Your other hand.
[grabbing his left arm from under his book]

Hermione Granger:
You've got to tell Dumbledore!
Harry Potter:
No. Dumbledore's got enough on his mind right now. Anyway, I don't want to give Umbridge the satisfaction.
Ron Weasley:
Bloody hell, Harry, the woman's torturing you! If the parents knew about this...
Harry Potter:
Yeah, well I haven't got any of those, have I Ron?
Hermione Granger:
Harry, you've got to report this! It's perfectly simple, you're being...
Harry Potter:
No, it's not! Hermione whatever this is, it's not simple. You don't understand.
Hermione Granger:
Then help us to!

What's wrong with your hand? Nothing. The other hand. - You've got to tell Dumbledore. - No. Dumbledore's got enough on his mind right now. I don't want to give Umbridge the satisfaction. Bloody hell, Harry. The woman's torturing you. - If the parents knew about this... - I haven't got any of those, have I, Ron? Harry, you've got to report this. - It's perfectly simple. You're being... - No, it's not. Hermione, whatever this is, it's not simple. You don't understand. Then help us to. Dear Padfoot... ...I hope you're all right. It's starting to get colder here. Winter is definitely on the way. In spite of being back at Hogwarts, I feel more alone than ever. I know you, of all people, will understand.