You think it - wise - to trust Hagrid with something as important as this?" "I would trust Hagrid with my life," said Dumbledore.

Hermione was screaming again: the sound went through Harry like physical pain.

Or perhaps in Slytherin, you'll make your real friends. Those cunning folk use any means to achieve their ends.

Stone dead," said Howard, as though there were degrees of deadness, and the kind that Barry Fairbrother had contracted was particularly sordid.

October extinguished itself in a rush of howling winds and driving rain and November arrived, cold as frozen iron, with hard frosts every morning and icy drafts that bit at exposed hands and faces.

Oh, I'm so glad we know what it's called, that's a great help," snarled Ron, leaning back, trying to stop the plant from curling around his neck.

He yearned not to feel... He wished he could rip out his heart, his innards, everything that was screaming inside him.