I’m not a freak. That’s a horrible thing to say." "That’s where you’re going. A special school for freaks. You and that Snape boy ... weirdos, that’s what you two are..." "You didn’t think it was such a freak’s school when you wrote the headmaster and begged him to take you.

I was very low and I had to achieve something. Without the challenge, I would have gone stark raving mad.

P.S. I enjoy acid pops.

Everybody finished the song at different times. At last, only the Weasley twins were left singing along to a very slow funeral march.

Parry Otter, the Chosen Boy Who - well - something of that sort.

For a split second, Harry thought how absurd it was for Tonks to expect the dummy to hear her talking that quietly through a sheet of glass, when there were buses rumbling along behind her and all the racket of street full of shoppers. Then he reminded himself that dummies could not hear anyway.

Your hair is much too long, Ronald, for a moment I thought you were Ginevra.