Sword? Haven't got a sword. That boy has, though. He'll lend you one.

So that's little Scorpious. Make sure you beat him in every test, Rosie. Thank god you've inherited your mother's brains.

Neville will play Quidditch for England before Hagrid lets Dumbledore down.

You could be great, you know, it’s all here in your head, and Slytherin will help you on the way to greatness, no doubt about that.

He was going to be armed with his wand - which, just now, felt like nothing more than a narrow strip of wood - against a fifty-foot-high, scaly, spike-ridden, fire-breathing dragon.

If she could have died...if she could have disappeared forever...but the solid surface of things refused to dissolve around her, and her body, her hateful hermaphrodite's body, continued in its stubborn, lumpen way, to live.

And what in the name of Merlin’s most baggy Y Fronts was that about?