"I’m not at liberty to disclose information about the future, under subsection 2.1(a) of the Magical Regulations of Time Act. The penalty for violating this order is 5 years in Azkaban, for both myself and anyone who learns about the future," became Harry’s new favourite phrase. He could rattle it off without thinking, and had taken to saying it pre-emptively every time a new person approached him at random.