Harry, just go down to the lake tomorrow, right, stick your head in, yell at the merpeople to give back whatever they’ve nicked, and see if they chuck it out. Best you can do, mate.

And then he greeted Death as an old friend, and went with him gladly, and, equals, they departed this life.

And what in the name of Merlin’s most baggy Y Fronts was that about?

Those who choose not to empathize enable real monsters, for without ever committing an act of outright evil ourselves we collude with it through our apathy.

All we do is read the stupid textbook," said Ron.

Apparently wizards poke their noses in everywhere!

He didn’t know what he was going to — but it had to be better than what he was leaving behind.