Yeah 'ear 'ear," said George, with half a glance at Fred, the corner of whose mouth twitched.

Yet, sadly, accidental rudeness occurs alarmingly often. Best to say nothing at all, my dear man.

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.

You think it - wise - to trust Hagrid with something as important as this?" "I would trust Hagrid with my life," said Dumbledore.

In a novel you have to resist the urge to tell everything.

By Gryffindor, the bravest were Prized far beyond the rest; For Ravenclaw, the cleverest Would always be the best; For Hufflepuff, hard workers were Most worthy of admission; And power-hungry Slytherin Loved those of great ambition.

Sword? Haven't got a sword. That boy has, though. He'll lend you one.