He has never wanted to occupy the throne himself; he prefers the back seat - more room to spread out, you see.
This is night, Diddykins. That's what we call it when it goes all dark like this.
All we do is read the stupid textbook," said Ron.
Instead (Harry) contented himself with scrawling a note to Ron: Let's do it tonight.
There. Maybe if you're lucky, you'll get a scar! That's what you want, isn't it?
The Forbidden Forest looked as though it had been enchanted, each tree smattered with silver, and Hagrid's cabin looked like an iced cake.