You never get it right, you people, do you? Either we've got Fudge, pretending everything's lovely while people get murdered right under his nose, or we've got you, chucking the wrong people into jail and trying to pretend you've got 'The Chosen One' working for you!

Because to confide a part of your soul to something that can think and move for itself is obviously a very risky business.

I always have a basic plot outline, but I like to leave some things to be decided while I write.

I don't feel I owe my readers details of my family's private life.

This exchange marked the beginning of Mr. Malfoy's long campaign to have me removed from my post as headmaster of Hogwarts, and of mine to have him removed from his position as Lord Voldemort's Favorite Death Eater. My response prompted several further letters from Mr. Malfoy, but as they consisted mainly of opprobrious remarks on my sanity, parentage, and hygiene, their relevance to this commentary is remote.

Draco Malfoy is a bad boy!" squeaked Dobby angrily.

I knew Ginny was lying about that tattoo.