The traffic moved on and a few minutes later, Mr. Dursley arrived in the Grunnings parking lot, his mind back on drills.
I want you all back here in five minutes ready to leave.
Ten minutes later they had wrenched their way through the boarded-up doors and were in the car, speeding toward the highway.
The lighted dial of Dudley’s watch, which was dangling over the edge of the sofa on his fat wrist, told Harry he’d be eleven in ten minutes’ time.
And (two minutes to go) what was that funny crunching noise?
After a few minutes he stammered, "What does it mean, they await my owl?"
There was a train to London in five minutes’ time.
It took almost ten minutes to get away from them all.
Twenty minutes later, they left Eeylops Owl Emporium, which had been dark and full of rustling and flickering, jewel-bright eyes.
Three minutes to go.
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Five minutes to go.
Four minutes to go.
The Sorting Ceremony will take place in a few minutes in front of the rest of the school.
He’d be packing his bags in ten minutes.
Neville had been sobbing into Hagrid’s jacket for the last five minutes.
Five minutes later, Ron and Hermione joined him, shaking their heads.
The minutes crept by.
According to the large clock over the arrivals board, he had ten minutes left to get on the train to Hogwarts and he had no idea how to do it; he was stranded in the middle of a station with a trunk he could hardly lift, a pocket full of wizard money, and a large owl.
He pulled a bag of ordinary golf balls out of his pocket and a few minutes later, he and Harry were up in the air, Wood throwing the golf balls as hard as he could in every direction for Harry to catch.
Once term had started, they were back to skimming through books for ten minutes during their breaks.
He’d done it — the game was over; it had barely lasted five minutes.
About ten minutes later, four broomsticks came swooping down out of the darkness.
"Professor Dumbledore left ten minutes ago," she said coldly.
"Just five minutes," Harry pleaded.
The minutes dragged by.
But five minutes only.
"He didn’t catch it, he nearly swallowed it," Flint was still howling twenty minutes later, but it made no difference — Harry hadn’t broken any rules and Lee Jordan was still happily shouting the results — Gryffindor had won by one hundred and seventy points to sixty.
"You know how I think they choose people for the Gryffindor team?" said Malfoy loudly a few minutes later, as Snape awarded Hufflepuff another penalty for no reason at all.
A voice echoed through the train: "We will be reaching Hogwarts in five minutes’ time.
You’ve had nearly fifteen minutes, now OUT" she said firmly.
There are no more uses of "minuteness" in the book.