Fred and George turned to each other and said together, “Wow — we’re identical!

A tiny little wooden man [was] slowly ascending the steps to a real set of gallows, both perched on a box that read: Reusable Hangman — Spell It Or He’ll Swing!

Whether you come back by page or by the big screen, Hogwarts will always be there to welcome you home.

It frightened people when you were honest; it shocked them.

Then he heard a terrible cry that pulled at his insides, that expressed agony of a kind that neither flame nor curse could cause, and he stood up, swaying, more frightened than he had been that day, more frightened, perhaps, than he had been in his whole life.

I am very frustrated by fear of imagination, I don’t think that’s healthy.

Oh, HONESTLY, don't you two read?