In magic, man has to rely on himself. So, in religion, of course, you're looking for outside support but that's the appeal of magic.

Wow, we're identical!

What happened down in the dungeons between you and Professor Quirrell is a complete secret, so, naturally the whole school knows.

I always felt an outsider.

It unscrews the other way.

He dreamed of London and of a life that mattered.

You think the dead we loved truly ever leave us? You think that we don't recall them more clearly in times of great trouble?