Moony, Wormtail, Padfoot, and Prongs,” sighed George, patting the heading of the map. “We owe them so much.” “Noble men, working tirelessly to help a new generation of law-breakers,” said Fred solemnly.

You should write a book," Ron told Hermione as he cut up his potatoes, "translating mad things girls do so boys can understand them.

Well you seemed too busy to call him a prat and I thought someone should.

Trust me," he said. "I know what I'm doing... or at least" -- he strolled confidently to the door -- "Felix does.

Instead (Harry) contented himself with scrawling a note to Ron: Let's do it tonight.

What's that supposed to be anyway?" said Fred squinting at Dobby's painting. "Looks like a Gibbon with two black eyes!" "It's Harry," said George pointing at the back of the picture. "Says so on the back." "Good likeness," said Fred grinning. Harry threw his new homework diary at him.

Whether you come back by page or by the big screen, Hogwarts will always be there to welcome you home.