Are you planning to follow a career in Magical Law, Miss Granger?” asked Scrimgeour. “No, I’m not,” retorted Hermione. “I’m hoping to do some good in the world!

The only reason to delay at this point was because the immediate prospect was so deeply uninviting.

You need your Inner Eye tested, if you ask me.

Whenever he was in company he wanted to get away, and whenever he was alone he wanted company.

I'll be in my bedroom, making no noise and pretending I'm not there.

Yes, it is easy to see that nearly six years of magical education have not been wasted on you, Potter. Ghosts are transparent.

Hermione, will you please —” “Don’t you tell me what to do, Harry Potter!” she screeched. “Don’t you dare! Give it back now! And YOU!” She was pointing at Ron in dire accusation: It was like a malediction, and Harry could not blame Ron for retreating several steps.