He put his foot on one pedal, scooted a few yards and swung his other leg over the saddle. He soared left into the vertiginously sloping hillside road and sped, without touching his brakes ... The hedgerows and sky blurred; he imagined himself in a velodrome as the wind whipped his hair clean...

He must have known I'd want to leave you." "No, he must have known you would always want to come back.

The Prophet is bound to report the truth occasionally," said Dumbledore, "if only accidentally.

Like the fact that the person Sirius cared for the most about in the world was you," said Dumbledore quietly.

Or perhaps in Slytherin, you'll make your real friends. Those cunning folk use any means to achieve their ends.

Karakarof spat onto the ground at Dumbledore's feet. In one swift movement, Hagrid seized the front of Karkaroff's furs, lifted him into the air, and slammed him against a nearby tree.

The poor are discussed as this homogeneous mash, like porridge. The idea that they might be individuals, and be where they are for very different, diverse reasons, again seems to escape some people.