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.

Why don't you confer with Mr. Finnigan? As I recall, he has a particular proclivity for pyrotechnics.

A Dream is where a boy can swim in the deepest oceans and fly over the highest clouds.

I feel I owe you another explanation Harry," said Dumbledore hesitantly. "You may, perhaps, wondered why I never chose you as a prefect? I must confess...that I rather thought...you had enough responsibility to be going on with." Harry looked up at him and saw a tear trickling down Dumbledore's face into his long silver beard.

Hogwarts is threatened!” shouted Professor McGonagall. “Man the boundaries, protect us, do your duty to our school!

At that moment, Harry fully understood for the first time why people said Dumbledore was the only wizard Voldemort had ever feared. The look upon Dumbledore's face as he stared down at the unconscious form of Mad-Eye moody was more terrible than Harry could have ever imagined. There was no benign smile upon Dumbledore's face, no twinkle in the eyes behind the spectacles. There was cold fury in every line of the ancient face; a sense of power radiated from Dumbledore as though he were giving off burning heat.

Call him Voldemort, Harry. Always use the proper name for things. Fear of a name increases fear of the thing itself.