Where's the fun without a bit of risk?

There's a time and a place for getting a smart mouth.

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!

To have been loved so deeply, even though the person who loved us is gone, will give us some protection forever.

When we come face-to-face with one down a dark alley, we're going to be having a shufti to see if it's solid, aren't we, we're not going to be asking, 'Excuse me, are you the imprint of a departed soul?

Like the fact that the person Sirius cared for the most about in the world was you," said Dumbledore quietly.

If she could have done one thing to make absolutely sure that every single person in this school will read your interview, it was banning it!