Only one thing mattered: this was not a Horcrux. Dumbledore had weakened himself by drinking that horrible potion for nothing. Harry crumpled the parchment in his hand and his eyes burned with tears as behind him Fang began to howl.

You might belong in Hufflepuff, Where they are just and loyal, Those patient Hufflepuffs are true, And unafraid of toil.

There are much more terrible things than physical injury.

I think I've really exhausted the magical. It was a lot of fun, but I've put it behind me for the time being.

Let’s see . . . ah, yes, this is nice and cozy.” It was a broom cupboard.

There is a lot of comedy in magic, and magic going wrong, and also it is a dramatic subject.

Aha! What villains are these, that trespass upon my private lands! Come to scorn at my fall, perchance? Draw, you knaves, you dogs!