In dreams, we enter a world that’s entirely our own.

Anyone can speak Troll. All you have to do is point and grunt.

Hermione was screaming again: the sound went through Harry like physical pain.

The thing about growing up with Fred and George," said Ginny thoughtfully, "is that you sort of start thinking anything's possible if you've got enough nerve.

Do not pity the dead, Harry.

As far as informing the headmaster, Harry had no idea where Dumbledore went during the summer holidays. He amused himself for a moment, picturing Dumbledore, with his long silver beard, full-length wizard's robes, and pointed hat, stretched out on a beach somewhere, rubbing suntan lotion onto his long crooked nose.

I'm not putting them on,” said old Archie in indignation. “I like a healthy breeze 'round my privates, thanks.