Ron: Why spiders? Why couldn't it be "follow the butterflies?

Harry ran upstairs to their dark dormitory. He pulled out the cloak and then his eyes fell on the flute Hagrid had given him for Christmas. He pocketed it to use on Fluffy — he didn’t feel much like singing.

He might have crawled up into the airing cupboard and died, but I mustn't get my hopes up.

Here lies Dobby, a free elf.

Everybody finished the song at different times. Dumbledore conducted their last few lines with his wand and when they had finished, he was one of those who clapped loudest. 'Ah music,' he said, wiping his eyes. 'A magic beyond all we do here!

I’m not a freak. That’s a horrible thing to say." "That’s where you’re going. A special school for freaks. You and that Snape boy ... weirdos, that’s what you two are..." "You didn’t think it was such a freak’s school when you wrote the headmaster and begged him to take you.

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