The last words Albus Dumbledore spoke to the pair of us?' Harry is the best hope we have. Trust him.

We shall trespass upon your aunt and uncle's hospitality only a little longer.' You will, will you?' Yes,' said Dumbledore simply, 'I shall.

I just hate meetings.

Even the weather seemed to be celebrating; as June approached, the days became cloudless and sultry, and all anybody felt like doing was strolling onto the grounds and flopping down on the grass with several pints of iced pumpkin juice, perhaps playing a casual game of Gobstones or watching the giant squid propel itself dreamily across the surface of the lake.

Imagine losing fingernails, Harry! That really puts our sufferings into perspective, doesn't it?

Failure, failure is so important, it doesn’t get spoken about enough, we speak about success all the time.

Let us step into the night and pursue that flighty temptress, adventure.