I'm dying!" Malfoy yelled, as the class panicked. "I'm dying, look at me! It's killed me!

Are — you — insane?” said Hermione in a hushed voice. 'I don't think so,' said Harry, shrugging.

Some wounds run too deep for the healing.

Andrew hated to see her humiliated and pathetic like this; but he half hated her too for landing herself in it, when any idiot could have seen.

I know [Umbridge] by reputation and I'm sure she's no Death Eater-" "She's foul enough to be one..." "Yes, but the world isn't split into good people and Death Eaters.

You need your Inner Eye tested, if you ask me.

As far as informing the headmaster, Harry had no idea where Dumbledore went during the summer holidays. He amused himself for a moment, picturing Dumbledore, with his long silver beard, full-length wizard's robes, and pointed hat, stretched out on a beach somewhere, rubbing suntan lotion onto his long crooked nose.