When I was quite young my parents never said books were off limits.

From now on, I don't care if my tea leaves spell 'Die, Ron, Die,' I'm chucking them in the bin where they belong.

Finding out what you’re good at, and doing it to the best of your ability, is the route to self-respect.

You'd think I walk around with my eyes shut, banging off the walls.

Her grief was so big and wild it terrified her, like an evil beast that had erupted from under the floorboards.

Harry, you wonderful boy, you brave, brave man.

Thing was' he faced them, and Harry was astonished to see that he was grinning, 'they bit of a bit more than they could chew with Gran. Little old witch living alone, they probably think they didn't need to send anyone particularly powerful. Anyway' Neville laughed, 'Dawlish is still in St Mungo's and Gran is on the run. She sent me a letter,' he clapped a hand to the breast pocket of his robes, 'telling me she was proud of me, that I'm my parents' son, and to keep it up