And his knowledge remained woefully incomplete, Harry! That which Voldemort does not value, he takes no trouble to comprehend. Of house-elves and children's tales, of love, loyalty, and innocence, Voldemort knows and understands nothing. Nothing. That they all have a power beyond his own, a power beyond the reach of any magic, is a truth he has never grasped.

Neville will play Quidditch for England before Hagrid lets Dumbledore down.

Here lies Dobby, a free elf.

There is no good and evil, there is only power and those too weak to seek it.

I was ripped from my body, I was less than spirit, less than the meanest ghost . . . but still, I was alive.

He has never wanted to occupy the throne himself; he prefers the back seat - more room to spread out, you see.

He was going to be armed with his wand - which, just now, felt like nothing more than a narrow strip of wood - against a fifty-foot-high, scaly, spike-ridden, fire-breathing dragon.