Harry shrugged. "In any case, I’m getting a bunch of books about the war to see how much I can actually confirm." And Harry showed her some of his selections, and she returned the favor, and then they started browsing the bookshelves together, chatting about the books they were looking at ("But how would you even read an Invisible Book of Invisibility?") and their earlier trips to Diagon Alley ("—she wouldn’t even let me look at the titles in this section last time—") and what they’d both read about the magical world ("—The Ministry of Magnates said they were lying about being bewitched, though—") and people they’d met ("Is he really mad? Echoes of Grindelwald’s War said so, but Modern Magical History claims it’s an act—") and their lives before magic ("—but then one of the guards looked out the window and saw me clinging to the gutter—") and the most interesting magic they’d seen yet ("I’d sell everything I own to get a trunk with a library in it—but oh, then I wouldn’t have any books to put in—") and, of course, Hogwarts ("—come off it, they can’t possibly expect you to cast any spells during the Sorting, they haven’t even taught you anything yet—").