You never get it right, you people, do you? Either we’ve got Fudge, pretending everything’s lovely while people get murdered right under his nose, or we’ve got you, chucking the wrong people into jail and trying to pretend you’ve got ‘The Chosen One’ working for you!
Call him Voldemort, Harry. Always use the proper name for things. Fear of a name increases fear of the thing itself.
Age is foolish and forgetful when it underestimates youth.
Ask us no questions and we’ll tell you no lies.
But who could bear to know which stars were already dead, she thought, blinking up at the night sky; could anybody stand to know that they all were?
Professor Kettleburn, our Care of Magical Creatures teacher, retired at the end of last year in order to enjoy more time with his remaining limbs.
Warrington’s aim’s so pathetic I’d be more worried if he was aiming for the person next to me.
If he doesn’t stop trying to save your life he’s going to kill you.
Dumbledore had not raised his voice, he did not even sound angry, but Harry would have preferred him to yell; this cold disappointment was worse than anything.
Apparently wizards poke their noses in everywhere!
Hermione was screaming again: the sound went through Harry like physical pain.
Once again you’ve put your keen and penetrating mind to the task and as usual come to the wrong conclusion!
Next time there’s a ball, ask me before someone else does, and not as a last resort!
Power was my weakness and my temptation.
Because to confide a part of your soul to something that can think and move for itself is obviously a very risky business.
You’d think I walk around with my eyes shut, banging off the walls.
Mr. and Mrs. Dursley, of number four Privet Drive, were proud to say that they were perfectly normal, thank you very much.
As our listeners will know, unless they’ve taken refuge at the bottom of a garden pond or somewhere similar, You-Know-Who’s strategy of remaining in the shadows is creating a nice little climate of panic.
I sometimes find, and I am sure you know the feeling, that I simply have too many thoughts and memories crammed into my mind.
Oooh, look, a Blibbering Humdinger!