There's nothing better when something comes and hits you and you think 'YES'!

Brains like that, you could be a Death Eater, son.

He was going to be armed with his wand - which, just now, felt like nothing more than a narrow strip of wood - against a fifty-foot-high, scaly, spike-ridden, fire-breathing dragon.

Birth and death: there was the same consciousness of heightened existence and of her own elevated importance

Bangs and smoke were more often the marks of ineptitude than expertise.

What's the worst that could happen? Everyone turned me down; big deal.

Neville will play Quidditch for England before Hagrid lets Dumbledore down.