Harry: "And what if I wave my wand and nothing happens?” Ron: “Throw it away and punch him on the nose.

I hope that even if you remember not a single word of mine, you remember those of Seneca, another of those old Romans I met when I fled down the Classics corridor, in retreat from career ladders, in search of ancient wisdom: As is a tale, so is life: not how long it is, but how good it is, is what matters.

P.S. I enjoy acid pops.

Room of Requirement, of course! Surpassed itself, hasn't it? the Carrows were chasing me, and I knew I had just one chance for a hideout: I managed to get through the door and this is what I found! Well, it wasn't exactly like this when I arrived, it was a load smaller, there was only one hammock and just Gryffindor hangings. But it's expanded as more and more of the D.A. have arrived.

Voldemort’s fury at the fall of his last, best lieutenant exploded with the force of a bomb.

Be good now, Potty...Weasel King.

The truth. It is a beautiful and terrible thing, and must therefore be treated with great caution.