Professor Trelawney: "Everything went pitch-black and the next thing I knew I was being hurled headfirst out of the room!" Harry Potter: "And you didn’t see that coming?" Professor Trelawney: "No, as I say it was pitch — ” [Glares at Harry angrily]

Do I look stupid?" snarled Uncle Vernon, a bit of fried egg dangling from his bushy mustache.

Everyone queue up!' Malfoy roared to the crowd. 'Harry Potter's giving out signed photos!

October extinguished itself in a rush of howling winds and driving rain and November arrived, cold as frozen iron, with hard frosts every morning and icy drafts that bit at exposed hands and faces.

Directly above them, framed in the doorway from the Brain Room, stood Albus Dumbledore, his wand aloft, his face white and furious. Harry felt a kind of electric charge surge through every particle of his body - they were saved.

If it's a good book, anyone will read it. I'm totally unashamed about still reading things I loved in my childhood.

If I wasn't a writer, I would be depressed.