It's lucky it's dark. I haven't blushed so much since Madam Pomfrey told me she liked my new earmuffs.

I would rather die than betray his trust." "That's not saying much, seeing as you're already dead," Ron observed. "Once again, you show all the sensitivity of a blunt axe," said Nearly Headless Nick in affronted tones.

If anyone wanted ter find out some stuff, all they’d have ter do would be ter follow the spiders. That’d lead ‘em right! That’s all I’m sayin’.

Oh well... I'd just been thinking, if you had died, you'd have been welcome to share my toilet.

Dobby is a free elf, and Dobby has come to save Harry Potter and his friends!

And Harry, with the unerring skill of the Seeker, caught the wand in his free hand as Voldemort fell backward, arms splayed, the slit pupils of the scarlet eyes rolling upward. Tom Riddle hit the floor with a mundane finality, his body feeble and shrunken, the white hands empty, the snakelike face vacant and unknowing. Voldemort was dead, killed by his own rebounding curse, and Harry stood with two wands in his hands, staring down at his enemy's shell.

Which came first, the phoenix or the flame?” "...I think the answer is that a circle has no beginning." "Well reasoned.