"Do you know who?" Harry asked, awkwardly adjusting how he sat again, as if something felt objectively wrong about asking the question. "Who not to trust, I mean. I talked to someone else about it, about who's decent, who not to trust. But they can't have known everyone."

Yes, he was digging, and he had a look in his eyes that was an equal mix curiosity and caution. It was his move, and he was hesitating, holding his hand over his pieces without moving anything.

"For instance, the ones who saved us--The Daligig. They sound dodgy."