Amazing, how much more difficult it was to extend his arm twelve inches and touch her hand than it was to snatch a speeding Snitch from midair.

Sounded like a load of waffle to me." "There was some important stuff hidden in the waffle.

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.

You see what you expect to see, Severus.

You might belong in Hufflepuff, Where they are just and loyal, Those patient Hufflepuffs are true, And unafraid of toil.

Everybody finished the song at different times. At last, only the Weasley twins were left singing along to a very slow funeral march.

I bet you’re not dangerous at all, are you? Are you, you great ugly brute?