I will be sharing additional information I've been hoarding for years about the world of Harry Potter

Montague's just been found in a toilet, Sir.

I felt I had to solve everyone's problems.

He never seemed to grasp the immense mutability of human nature, nor to appreciate that behind every nondescript face lay a wild and unique hinterland like his own.

I will carry on writing, to be sure. But I don't know if I would want to publish again after Harry Potter.

And it's Gryfindor in possession again, as Johnson takes the Quaffle - Flint alongside her - poke him in the eye, Angelina - it was a joke, professor, it was a joke.

We’re all going to keep fighting, Harry. You know that?