I knew no one who'd ever been in the public eye.

No, Harry, you listen," said Hermione. "We're coming with you. That was decided months ago - years, really.

As he followed Bill back to the others a wry though came to him, born no doubt of the wine he had drunk. He seemed set on course to become just as reckless a godfather to Teddy Lupin as Sirius Black had been to him.

Autumn seemed to arrive suddenly that year. The morning of the first September was crisp and golden as an apple.

A tiny little wooden man [was] slowly ascending the steps to a real set of gallows, both perched on a box that read: Reusable Hangman — Spell It Or He’ll Swing!

Another ten points from Gryffindor,” said Snape. “I would expect nothing more sophisticated from you, Ronald Weasley, the boy so solid he cannot Apparate half an inch across a room.

I won't say 'never,' but I have no plans to write an eighth book.