I am not trying to influence anyone into black magic. That is the very last thing I'd want to do.

Writing and cafes are strongly linked in my brain.

Once again you've put your keen and penetrating mind to the task and as usual come to the wrong conclusion!

There had been no more attacks since those on Justin and Nearly Headless Nick, and Madam Pomfrey was pleased to report that the Mandrakes were becoming moody and secretive, meaning that they were fast leaving childhood.

Now, you two – this year, you behave yourselves. If I get one more owl telling me you've – you've blown up a toilet or –" "Blown up a toilet? We've never blown up a toilet." "Great idea though, thanks, Mum.

You can exist without your soul, you know, as long as your brain and heart are still working. But you’ll have no sense of self anymore, no memory, no . . . anything. There’s no chance at all of recovery. You’ll just — exist. As an empty shell. And your soul is gone forever . . . lost.

There was no press involvement, there was no pressure. Life was very pure and it became more complicated.