Longbottom, if brains were gold, you'd be poorer than Weasley, and that's saying something.

Yeah you can have a word," said Harry savagely. "Good-bye.

Hello, Harry" said George, beaming at him. "We thought we heard your dulcet tones." "You don't want to bottle up your anger like that, Harry, let it all out," said Fred, also beaming. "There might be a couple of people fifty miles away who didn't hear you.

It was only when he was back in bed that it struck Harry that Dumbledore might not have been quite truthful. But then, it had been a quite personal question.

Yes, Harry, blessed as I am with extraordinary brainpower, I understood everything you told me. I think you might even consider the possibility that I understood more than you did.

Maybe he murdered Myrtle; that would’ve done everyone a favor. . . .

Well you seemed too busy to call him a prat and I thought someone should.