Great, tell me when you've defeated Voldemort for me, will you?

Hermione, will you please —” “Don’t you tell me what to do, Harry Potter!” she screeched. “Don’t you dare! Give it back now! And YOU!” She was pointing at Ron in dire accusation: It was like a malediction, and Harry could not blame Ron for retreating several steps.

First think of the person who lives in disguise, Who deals in secrets and tells naught but lies. Next, tell me what's always the last thing to mend, The middle of middle and the end of end? And finally give me the sound often heard During the search for a hard-to-find word. Now string them together, and answer me this, Which creature would you be unwilling to kiss?

You'd think I walk around with my eyes shut, banging off the walls.

Apparently wizards poke their noses in everywhere!

I am very frustrated by fear of imagination, I don’t think that’s healthy.

I'm not going to be murdered," Harry said out loud. "That's the spirit, dear," said his mirror sleepily.