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

Dobby has no master. Dobby is a free elf!

He put his foot on one pedal, scooted a few yards and swung his other leg over the saddle. He soared left into the vertiginously sloping hillside road and sped, without touching his brakes ... The hedgerows and sky blurred; he imagined himself in a velodrome as the wind whipped his hair clean...

Ron, you know full well Harry and I were brought up by Muggles!” said Hermione. “We didn’t hear stories like that when we were little, we heard ‘Snow White and the Seven Dwarfs’ and ‘Cinderella’ —” “What’s that, an illness?” asked Ron.

Overload 'em with information an' they'll kill yeh jus' to simplify things.

It was so good to be held. If only their relationship could be distilled into simple, wordless gestures of comfort. Why had humans ever learned to talk?

I think it's alarming that people believe that success enables one to forget how life felt before. As if one could simply exchange one's values.