Everything was curved to fit the walls: the stove, the sink and the cupboards, and all of it had been painted with flowers, insects and birds in bright primary colours.

Which only goes to show that the best of us must sometimes eat our words,' Dumbledore went on, smiling.

Where do vanished objects go?" "Into nonbeing, which is to say, everything," replied Professor McGonagall. "Nicely phrased," replied the eagle door knocker, and the door swung open.

On and on they flew, over the countryside parceled out in patches of green and brown, over roads and rivers winding through the landscapes like strips of matte and glossy ribbon.

There will be books written about Harry. Every child in the world will know his name.

Power was my weakness and my temptation. And Miguel Sano is very tempting. But he is not weak. He is very, very strong.

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