You don't have sex near unicorns. It's an ironclad rule. It's tacky.

I believe your friends Misters Fred and George Weasley were responsible for trying to send you a toilet seat. No doubt they thought it would amuse you.

I would always want printed books.

Enemies of the Heir, beware! You'll be next, Mudbloods!

You see, I, unlike you, have been made a prefect, which means that I, unlike you, have the power to hand out punishments.” “Yeah,” said Harry, “but you, unlike me, are a git.

Ginny, listen... I can’t be involved with you anymore. We’ve got to stop seeing each other. We can’t be together.” “It’s for some stupid, noble reason, isn’t it?

Dudley thought for a moment. It looked like hard work.