Hermione turned and beamed at Harry; her eyes, too, were full of tears. ‘…then I declare you bonded for life.

Luck can only get you so far.

The Hallows, the Hallows. A desperate man’s dream!

You're the one who is weak. You will never know love or friendship. And I feel sorry for you.

From this point forth, we shall be leaving the firm foundation of fact and journeying together through the murky marshes of memory into thickets of wildest guesswork.

And do I look like the kind of man that can be intimidated?" barked Uncle Vernon. "Well..." said Moody, pushing back his bowler hat to reveal his sinisterly revolving eye. Uncle Vernon lept backward in horror and collided painfully with a luggage trolley. "Yes, I'd have to say you do, Dursley.

One can never have enough socks," said Dumbledore. "Another Christmas has come and gone and I didn't get a single pair. People will insist on giving me books.