You're a wizard, Harry.

You know, I don’t get why Fred and George only got three O.W.L.s each,” said Harry, watching as Fred, George, and Lee collected gold from the eager crowd. “They really know their stuff. . . .” “Oh, they only know flashy stuff that’s no real use to anyone,” said Hermione disparagingly. “No real use?” said Ron in a strained voice. “Hermione, they’ve got about twenty-six Galleons already. . . .

Perhaps you have been looking in the wrong places.

I'm not going to be murdered," Harry said out loud. "That's the spirit, dear," said his mirror sleepily.

You lose your individuality a huge amount when you have no money, and I certainly had that experience.

To the well-organized mind, death is but the next great adventure.

I won't blast people out of my way just because they're there' said Harry. 'That's Voldemort's job.