The double-ended newt wizard left, and Ron approached the counter.
The Quidditch season was approaching, and O1iver Wood, Captain of the Gryffindor team, called a meeting on Thursday evening to discuss tactics for the new season.
Harry, Ron, and Hermione, however, approached the fence cautiously.
Snape approached their table, stared down his hooked nose at the roots, then gave Ron an unpleasant smile from beneath his long, greasy black hair.
The Knight Bus kept mounting the pavement, but it didn’t hit anything; lines of lampposts, mailboxes, and trash cans jumped out of its way as it approached and back into position once it had passed.
The Hufflepuffs were approaching from the opposite side of the field, wearing canary-yellow robes.
"Merry Christmas!" said Dumbledore as Harry, Ron, and Hermione approached the table.
Harry and Ron approached her table and at last, she looked up.
He approached Harry at a swift walk, his black robes swishing, then stopped in front of him.
Several sessions on, he was able to produce an indistinct, silvery shadow every time the boggart-dementor approached him, but his Patronus was too feeble to drive the dementor away.
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When the dementors approached him, he heard the last moments of his mother’s life, her attempts to protect him, Harry, from Lord Voldemort, and Voldemort’s laughter before he murdered herů.
He reached the inside of the witch’s hump, tapped it with his wand, stuck his head through, and hoisted himself out; the hump closed, and just as Harry jumped out from behind the statue, he heard quick footsteps approaching.
Even now, when the house has been silent for years, the villagers don’t dare approach itů.
She approached their table and peered into their crystal ball.
Never, in anyone’s memory, had a match approached in such a highly charged atmosphere.
Flint and Wood approached each other and grasped each other’s hand very tightly; it looked as though each was trying to break the other’s fingers.
He approached Lupin and the struggling rat, and his wet eyes suddenly seemed to be burning in his face.
As Fudge’s voice started again, Harry darted out from behind his tree, vaulted the fence into the pumpkin patch, and approached Buckbeak.
As the end of term approached, Harry heard many different theories about what had really happened, but none of them came close to the truth.
Though the weather was perfect, though the atmosphere was so cheerful, though he knew they had achieved the near impossible in helping Sirius to freedom, Harry had never approached the end of a school year in worse spirits.
Even the weather seemed to be celebrating; as June approached, the days became cloudless and sultry, and all anybody felt like doing was strolling onto the grounds and flopping down on the grass with several pints of iced pumpkin juice, perhaps playing a casual game of Gobstones or watching the giant squid propel itself dreamily across the surface of the lake.
C’mon, now, get a move on!" he called as the class approached.