Dobby has no master. Dobby is a free elf!
Why don't you confer with Mr. Finnigan? As I recall, he has a particular proclivity for pyrotechnics.
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.
He's only silent because he's too thick to string two words together.
We’re all going to keep fighting, Harry. You know that?
Life, for Colin, was one long brace against pain and disappointment, and everybody apart from his wife was an enemy until proven otherwise.