Harry was just thinking that all he needed was for Dumbledore's pet bird to die while he was all alone in the office with it, when the bird burst into flames.

Brains like that, you could be a Death Eater, son.

Whatever money you might have, self-worth really lies in finding out what you do best.

Hedwig didn't return until the end of the Easter holidays. Percy's letter was enclosed in a package of Easter eggs that Mrs. Weasley had sent. Both Harry's and Ron's were the size of dragon eggs, and full of home-made toffee. Hermione's, however, was smaller than a chicken's egg. Her face fell when she saw it. "Your mum doesn't read Witch's Weekly, by any chance, does she, Ron?" she asked quietly. "Yeah," said Ron, whose mouth was full of toffee. "Gets it for the recipes." Hermione looked sadly at her tiny egg.

They don't know we're not allowed to use magic at home. I'm going to have a lot of fun with Dudley this summer.

There's nothing better when something comes and hits you and you think 'YES'!

Ron's eyebrows rose so high that they were in danger of disappearing into his hair.