Raindrops the size of bullets thundered on the castle windows for days on end; the lake rose, the flower beds turned into muddy streams, and Hagrid’s pumpkins swelled to the size of garden sheds.

Here lies Dobby, a free elf.

I don't feel I owe my readers details of my family's private life.

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

Of course it is happening inside your head, Harry, but why on earth should that mean that it is not real?

Well, I can certainly see why we're trying to keep them alive. Who wouldn't want pets that can burn, sting, and bite all at once?

Sport is a very important subject at school, that's why I gave Quidditch such an important place at Hogwarts. I was very bad in sports, so I gave Harry a talent I would really loved to have. Who wouldn't want to fly?