From here on in, Harry, I may be as woefully wrong as Humphrey Belcher who believed the time was ripe for a cheese cauldron.
I love you, Hermione,” said Ron.
I have been careless, and so have been thwarted by luck and chance, those wreckers of all but the best laid plans.
Even You-Know-Who can't split himself into seven.
Ron: Why spiders? Why couldn't it be "follow the butterflies?
George: "I can't see anyone trying to bump off a quidditch team." Fred: "Wood might've done the Slytherins if he could've got away with it.