On her daughter, Jessica: Kids at her school will sidle up to me and say, Does Jessica know what happens in book 4? Does Jessica know the title of book 4? And I keep saying, No! There is no point kidnapping her, taking her around back of the bike shed, and torturing her for information.

The spells are made up. I have met people who assure me, very seriously, that they are trying to do them, and I can assure them, just as seriously, that they don’t work.

Harry ran upstairs to their dark dormitory. He pulled out the cloak and then his eyes fell on the flute Hagrid had given him for Christmas. He pocketed it to use on Fluffy — he didn’t feel much like singing.

He sobbed in desperation at the burden of fear he carried with him every day of his life.

Clever as I am, I remain just as big a fool as anyone else.

Get up, you useless lump, get up!

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