Maybe he murdered Myrtle; that would’ve done everyone a favor. . . .

Lee Jordan was finding it difficult not to take sides. 'So — after that obvious and disgusting bit of cheating —' 'Jordan!' growled Professor McGonagall. 'I mean after that open and revolting foul —' 'Jordan, I'm warning you —' 'All right, all right. Flint nearly kills the Gryffindor Seeker, which could happen to anyone, I'm sure, so a penalty to Gryffindor, taken by Spinnet, who puts it away, no trouble, and we continue play, Gryffindor still in possession.

He must have known I'd want to leave you." "No, he must have known you would always want to come back.

Her son lives. He has her eyes, precisely her eyes. You remember the shape and color of Lily Evans's eyes, I am sure?

Rack your brains, that should only take a couple of seconds.

Do not pity the dead, Harry.

I would like to be remembered as someone who did the best she could with the talent she had.