I was a fool!" Percy roared, so loudly that Lupin nearly dropped his photograph. "I was an idiot, I was a pompous prat, I was a - a -" "Ministry-loving, family-disowning, power-hungry moron," said Fred. Percy swallowed. "Yes, I was!" "Well, you can't say fairer than that," said Fred, holding out his hand to Percy.

I had an American journalist say to me, "Is it true you wrote the whole of the first novel on napkins?" I was tempted to say, "On teabags, I used to save them.

My Head of House said I lacked certain necessary qualities...like the ability to behave myself.

Call him Voldemort, Harry. Always use the proper name for things. Fear of a name increases fear of the thing itself.

He had been so busy getting away from the library, he hadn't paid attention to where he was going.

She kept asking herself whether, if he had looked cleaner, she might have been more concerned; whether, on some subliminal level, she had confused his obvious signs of neglect with street-smartness, toughness and resilience.

Doctors?" said Ron, looking startled. "Those Muggle nutters that cut people up?