Do I look stupid?" snarled Uncle Vernon, a bit of fried egg dangling from his bushy mustache.

And Percy was shaking his brother, and Ron was kneeling beside them, and Fred's eyes stared without seeing, the ghost of his last laugh still etched upon his face.

I—I didn't think—" "That," said Professor McGonagall, "is obvious.

I had an old typewriter and a big idea.

He’ll accept anyone at Hogwarts, s’long as they’ve got the talent. Knows people can turn out okay even if their families weren’ . . .well . . . all tha’ respectable.

Severus Snape wasn't yours," said Harry. "Snape was Dumbledores, Dumbledores from the moment you started hunting down my mother.

The world isn't split into good people and Death Eaters.