It's best to know what the enemy are saying.

Like the fact that the person Sirius cared for the most about in the world was you," said Dumbledore quietly.

Harry moved the tip of his eagle-feather quill down the page, frowning as he looked for something that would help him write his essay, “Witch Burning in the Fourteenth Century Was Completely Pointless — discuss.

Where do vanished objects go?" "Into nonbeing, which is to say, everything," replied Professor McGonagall. "Nicely phrased," replied the eagle door knocker, and the door swung open.

I want to fall in love with something in the way I fell in love with the idea of Harry before I write anything else.

How in the name of Merlin's pants have you managed to get your hands on those Horcrux books?

Have you any idea how much tyrants fear the people they oppress?