Killing rips the soul apart.

Sounded like a load of waffle to me." "There was some important stuff hidden in the waffle.

Well, think back," said Harry. "Have you ever let it slip that you'd like to go out in public with the words 'My Sweetheart' round your neck?

There will be books written about Harry. Every child in the world will know his name.

words are our most inexhaustible source of magic.

"Well, we were always going to fail that one," said Ron gloomily as they ascended the marble staircase. He had just made Harry feel rather better by telling him how he told the examiner in detail about the ugly man with a wart on his nose in the crystal ball, only to look up and realize he had been describing the examiner's reflection.

Percy wouldn't notice a joke if it danced naked in front of him wearing one of Dobby's hats.