And Death spoke to them —’” “Sorry,” interjected Harry, “but Death spoke to them?” “It’s a fairy tale, Harry!” “Right, sorry. Go on.

Why do I talk about the benefits of failure? Simply because failure meant a stripping away of the inessential. I stopped pretending to myself that I was anything other than what I was, and began to direct all my energy into finishing the only work that mattered to me.

What would come, would come...and you would have to meet it, when it did.

I don't think there's any harm at all in allowing a kid to fantasize. In fact, I think to stop people from fantasizing is a very destructive thing indeed.

Longbottom, if brains were gold, you'd be poorer than Weasley, and that's saying something.

You see what you expect to see, Severus.

Friday was an important day for Harry and Ron. They finally managed to find their way down to the Great Hall without getting lost once.