Two seconds' ringing silence followed these words and then Aunt Petunia clapped her hand over her mouth as though she had let slip a disgusting swear word.

"Where are we going? The Burrow?" Harry asked hopefully.
"Not the Burrow, no," said Lupin, motioning Harry toward the kitchen; the little knot of wizards followed, all still eyeing Harry curiously.

...Fred, George, and Ginny were doing a kind of war dance to a chant that went, "He got off, he got off, he got off -"