The thing about fantasy - there are certain things you just don't do in fantasy.

Or perhaps in Slytherin, you'll make your real friends. Those cunning folk use any means to achieve their ends.

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.

That old berk," muttered Aberforth, taking another swig of mead. "Thought the sun shone out of my brother's every orifice, he did.

For a split second, Harry thought how absurd it was for Tonks to expect the dummy to hear her talking that quietly through a sheet of glass, when there were buses rumbling along behind her and all the racket of street full of shoppers. Then he reminded himself that dummies could not hear anyway.

Daddy's gone mad, hasn't he?

You know, Minister, I disagree with Dumbledore on many counts...but you cannot deny he's got style.