My brain surprises even me sometimes.

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.

... you could claim that anything's real if the only basis for believing in it is that nobody's proved it doesn't exist!

Why can’t I drink the potion instead?” asked Harry desperately. “Because I am much older, much cleverer, and much less valuable,” said Dumbledore.

I am a wizard, not a baboon brandishing a stick.

Of all the subjects on this planet, I think my parents would have been hard put to name one less useful than Greek mythology to securing the keys to an executive bathroom.

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