One can never have enough socks
Bill, don’t look at me — I’m ’ideous.
He dreamed of London and of a life that mattered.
Don't be sorry, my dear sir, for nothing could upset me today! Rejoice, for You-Know-Who is gone at last! Even muggles like yourself should be celebrating this happy, happy day.
Everythin' seems ter happen ter you, doesn' it?
He never seemed to grasp the immense mutability of human nature, nor to appreciate that behind every nondescript face lay a wild and unique hinterland like his own.