Of course it is happening inside your head, Harry, but why on earth should that mean that it is not real?

It's our choices, more than anything, that show who we really are.

Longbottom, if brains were gold, you'd be poorer than Weasley, and that's saying something.

From now on, I don't care if my tea leaves spell 'Die, Ron, Die,' I'm chucking them in the bin where they belong.

Killed?" said Hagrid loudly, staring down at Harry. "Snape killed? What're yeh on abou', Harry?" "Dumbledore," said Harry. "Snape killed... Dumbledore.

Harry found the [tea]... seemed to burn away a little of the fear fluttering in his chest.

Imagination is ... the foundation of all invention and innovation.