The barman sidled toward them out of a back room. He was a grump-looking old man with a great deal of a long gray hair and a beard. He was tall and thin and looked vaguely familiar to Harry.

You can't give a Dementor the old one-two!

I am very frustrated by fear of imagination, I don’t think that’s healthy.

Parry Otter, the Chosen Boy Who - well - something of that sort.

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

Gotta bone ter pick with yeh. I've heard you've bin givin' out signed photos. How come I haven't got one?

You are — truly your father’s son, Harry. . . .