Would it hurt to die?

Let me out," Harry said again. "No," Dumbledore repeated. "If you don't - if you keep me in here - if you don't let me-" "By all means continue destroying my possessions," said Dumbledore. "I daresay I have too many.

We Slytherins are brave, yes, but not stupid. For instance, given the choice, we will always choose to save our own necks.

Professor, why couldn't we just Apparate directly into your old colleague's house?' 'Because it would be quite as rude as kicking down the front door,' said Dumbledore. 'Courtesy dictates that we offer fellow wizards the opportunity of denying us entry.

So Dobby stopped us from getting on the train and broke your arm. . . ." He shook his head. "You know what, Harry? If he doesn't stop trying to save your life he's going to kill you.

I think I'll just go down and have some pudding and wait for it all to turn up - it always does in the end.

They don't know we're not allowed to use magic at home. I'm going to have a lot of fun with Dudley this summer.