We're all human, aren't we? Every human life is worth the same, and worth saving.

Harry moved the tip of his eagle-feather quill down the page, frowning as he looked for something that would help him write his essay, “Witch Burning in the Fourteenth Century Was Completely Pointless — discuss.

A Wrackspurt . . . They’re invisible. They float in through your ears and make your brain go fuzzy,” she said. “I thought I felt one zooming around in here.

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

I think I've really exhausted the magical. It was a lot of fun, but I've put it behind me for the time being.

For a split second, Harry thought how absurd it was for Tonks to expect the dummy to hear her talking that quietly through a sheet of glass, when there were buses rumbling along behind her and all the racket of street full of shoppers. Then he reminded himself that dummies could not hear anyway.

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