Our Headmaster is taking a short break," said Professor McGonagall, pointing at the Snape-shaped hole in the window.

Just because you have the emotional range of a teaspoon doesn't mean we all have.

I must admit, Peter, I have difficulty in understanding why an innocent man would want to spend twelve years as a rat.

Magic has universal appeal. I don't believe in magic in the way that I describe in my books, but I'd love it to be real.

What's that?" he snarled, staring at the envelope Harry was still clutching in his hand. "If it's another form for me to sign, you've got another -" "It's not," said Harry cheerfully. "It's a letter from my godfather." "Godfather?" sputtered Uncle Vernon. "You haven't got a godfather!" "Yes, I have," said Harry brightly. "He was my mum and dad's best friend. He's a convicted murderer, but he's broken out of wizard prison and he's on the run. He likes to keep in touch with me, though...keep up with my news...check if I'm happy.

Bless my soul,” whispered the old bartender, “Harry Potter . . . what an honor.

I thought it sounded a bit like Percy singing... maybe you've got to attack him while he's in the shower, Harry.