Read as much as you possibly can. Nothing will help you as much as reading.

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

Well, I certainly don't," said Percy sanctimoniously. "I shudder to think what the state of my in-tray would be if I was away from work for five days." "Yeah, someone might slip dragon dung in it again, eh, Perce?" said Fred. "That was a sample of fertilizer from Norway!" said Percy, going very red in the face. "It was nothing personal!" "It was," Fred whispered to Harry as they got up from the table. "We sent it.

Anyone can speak Troll. All you have to do is point and grunt.

You see, I, unlike you, have been made a prefect, which means that I, unlike you, have the power to hand out punishments.” “Yeah,” said Harry, “but you, unlike me, are a git.

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

Dumbledore raised his finger for silence, a silence which fell as though he had struck Uncle Vernon dumb.