Everybody finished the song at different times. Dumbledore conducted their last few lines with his wand and when they had finished, he was one of those who clapped loudest. 'Ah music,' he said, wiping his eyes. 'A magic beyond all we do here!

You lose your individuality a huge amount when you have no money, and I certainly had that experience.

She can't keep writing about what a tragic little hero I am, it'll get boring.

You could say sorry," suggested Harry bluntly. "What, and get attacked by another flock of canaries?" muttered Ron. "What did you have to imitate her for?" "She laughed at my mustache!" "So did I, it was the stupidest thing I've ever seen.

At least my happiness doesn't depend on Ron's goalkeeping ability.

Great, tell me when you've defeated Voldemort for me, will you?

And anyway, it’s not as though I’ll never see Mum again, is it?