Someone's dead," said Malfoy, and his voice seemed to go up an octave as he said it. "One of your people...I don't know who, it was dark...I stepped over the body...I was supposed to be waiting up here when you got back, only your Phoenix lot got in the way.

You might belong in Hufflepuff, Where they are just and loyal, Those patient Hufflepuffs are true, And unafraid of toil.

All those poor elves I haven’t set free yet, having to stay over during Christmas because there aren’t enough hats!

The dementors send their love, Potter!

Bigotry is probably the thing I detest most.

Failure is not fun. It can be awful. But living so cautiously that you never fail is worse.

Everything was curved to fit the walls: the stove, the sink and the cupboards, and all of it had been painted with flowers, insects and birds in bright primary colours.