I'll fix it up with Mum and Dad, then I'll call you. I know how to use a fellytone now - " "A telephone, Ron," said Hermione. "Honestly, you should take Muggle Studies next year.

What will come, will come; you just have to be there to meet it.

Dumbledore raised his finger for silence, a silence which fell as though he had struck Uncle Vernon dumb.

In truth, I never consider the audience for whom I'm writing. I just write what I want to write.

The ministry has fallen. Scrimgeour is dead. They are coming.

I would like to be remembered as someone who did the best she could with the talent she had.

Now, I don’t want any of you youngsters to worry — you’ll still have your Potions master when I’m through with him, never fear!” “Wouldn’t it be good if they finished each other off?” Ron muttered in Harry’s ear.