“Is it true,” interrupted the girl with the long plait down her back, looking at Harry, “that you can produce a Patronus?” There was a murmur of interest around the group at this.
“Yeah,” said Harry slightly defensively.
“A corporeal Patronus?” The phrase stirred something in Harry’s memory.
“Er - you don’t know Madam Bones, do you?” he asked. The girl smiled.
"She’s my auntie,” she said. “I’m Susan Bones. She told me about your hearing. So - is it really true? You make a stag Patronus?”
“Yes,” said Harry.
[…] “And did you kill a Basilisk with that sword in Dumbledore’s office?” demanded Terry Boot. “That’s what one of the portraits on the wall told me when I was in there last year…”
“Er - yeah, I did, yeah,” said Harry.
[…] “And in our first year,” said Neville to the group at large, “he saved that Sorcerous Stone -” “Sorcerer’s,” hissed Hermione.
“Yes, that - from You-Know-Who,” finished Neville.
[…] “And that’s not to mention,” said Cho (Harry’s eyes snapped across to her; she was looking at him, smiling; his stomach did another somersault) “all the tasks he had to get through in the Triwizard Tournament last year - getting past dragons and merpeople and Acromantula and things…”