When he straightened up again, there were six Harry Potters gasping and panting in front of him. Fred and George turned to each other and said together, "Wow -- we're identical!

Magic causes as much trouble as it cures.

Youth cannot know how age thinks and feels. But old men are guilty if they forget what it was to be young.

Or perhaps in Slytherin, you'll make your real friends. Those cunning folk use any means to achieve their ends.

And Hermione was struggling to her feet in the wreckage, and three red-headed men were grouped on the ground where the wall had blasted apart. Harry grabbed Hermione's hand as they staggered and stumbled over stone and wood. 'No - no - no!' someone was shouting. 'No! Fred! No!' And Percy was shaking his brother, and Ron was kneeling beside them, and Fred's eyes stared without seeing, the ghost of his last laugh still etched upon his face.

Fred and George turned to each other and said together, “Wow — we’re identical!

Worst that can happen is Hagrid’ll have to get rid of the skrewts. Sorry ... did I say worst? I meant best.