He might have been encased in a thick glass bubble, so separate did he feel from his three dining companions. It was a sensation with which he was only too familiar, that of walking in a giant sphere of worry, enclosed by it, watching his own terrors roll by, obscuring the outside world.

We let off a Dungbomb in the corridor and it upset him for some reason—" "So he hauled us off to his office and started threatening us with the usual—" "—detention—" "—disembowelment—

We must try not to sink beneath our anguish, Harry, but battle on.

Imagination is ... the foundation of all invention and innovation.

Whatever happens to your body, your soul will survive, untouched.

All we do is read the stupid textbook," said Ron.

Everyone queue up!' Malfoy roared to the crowd. 'Harry Potter's giving out signed photos!