Snape was looking as though the first person to ask him for a Love Potion would be force-fed poison.

Voldemort himself created his worst enemy, just as tyrants everywhere do! Have you any idea how much tyrants fear the people they oppress? All of them realize that, one day, amongst their many victims, there is sure to be one who rises against them and strikes back!

Excuse me, are you the imprint of a departed soul?

Do not pity the dead, Harry. Pity the living, and, above all those who live without love.

Harry moved the tip of his eagle-feather quill down the page, frowning as he looked for something that would help him write his essay, “Witch Burning in the Fourteenth Century Was Completely Pointless — discuss.

Courtesy dictates that we offer fellow wizards the opportunity of denying us entry.

There is no point in apportioning blame. What is done, is done.