The exceptions were two men a little ahead of them, standing just outside the Three Broomsticks. One was very tall and thin; squinting through his rain-washed glasses Harry recognized the barman who worked in the other Hogsmeade pub, the Hog’s Head. As Harry, Ron, and Hermione drew closer, the barman drew his cloak more tightly around his neck and walked away, leaving the shorter man to fumble with something in his arms. They were barely feet from him when Harry realized who the man was. “Mundungus!

Time to sit down," Fred told Harry, "Or we're going to get run over by the bride.

Read as much as you possibly can. Nothing will help you as much as reading.

If you want to see the true measure of a man, watch how he treats his inferiors, not his equals.

I have no time to explain now. It is a thrilling tale, I wish to do it justice.

Poverty entails fear and stress and sometimes depression. It means a thousand petty humiliations and hardships.

I don't go looking for trouble. Trouble usually finds me.