Ginny, listen... I can’t be involved with you anymore. We’ve got to stop seeing each other. We can’t be together.” “It’s for some stupid, noble reason, isn’t it?

You fail by default when you live so cautiously you never fail.

Professor,” Harry gasped. “Your bird — I couldn’t do anything — he just caught fire —

He might have crawled up into the airing cupboard and died, but I mustn't get my hopes up.

He sounds exactly like Moody," said Harry quietly, tucking the letter away again inside his robes. "'Constant vigilance!' You'd think I walk around with my eyes shut, banging off the walls.

Ron, we're supposed to show the first years where to go!" "Oh yeah," said Ron, who had obviously forgotten. "Hey -- hey you lot! Midgets!

Gilderoy Lockhart is also a lot like someone I once knew, but I don't think I'd better elaborate!