"Don’t know,’ Harry didn’t feel like making up with another lie. He really doubted that Voldemort would come to attack Hogwarts: he had long since stopped finding that activity amusing. He was probably sitting in the Malfoy library or rummaging through the Department of Mysteries — Harry virtually couldn’t care less about how and where the man spent his time. Gritting his teeth, he felt a surge of resentment and indignation wash over him and looked away. Voldemort wasn’t going to apologize for what had happened and Harry wasn’t going to swallow his horrible words and run after him just to have someone to talk to.