At least my happiness doesn't depend on Ron's goalkeeping ability.

You are omniscient as ever, Dumbledore." "Oh, no, merely friendly with the local barmen.

I’ll make Goyle do lines, it’ll kill him, he hates writing,” said Ron happily. He lowered his voice to Goyle’s low grunt and, screwing up his face in a look of pained concentration, mimed writing in midair. “I... must... not... look... like... a... baboon’s... backside.

Whenever he was in company he wanted to get away, and whenever he was alone he wanted company.

Voldemort himself created his worst enemy, just as tyrants everywhere do! Have you any idea how much tyrants fear the people they oppress? All of them realize that, one day, amongst their many victims, there is sure to be one who rises against them and strikes back!

Harry found the [tea]... seemed to burn away a little of the fear fluttering in his chest.

Things we lose have a way of coming back to us in the end, if not always in the way we expect.