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!

Harry found the [tea]... seemed to burn away a little of the fear fluttering in his chest.

Warrington’s aim’s so pathetic I’d be more worried if he was aiming for the person next to me.

A lemon drop. They're a kind of Muggle sweet I'm rather fond of.

Knocking the shrieking goblins aside like skittles

The world had ended, so why had the battle not ceased, the castle fallen silent in horror, and every combatant laid down their arms? Harry's mind was in freefall, spinning out of control, unable to grasp the impossiblity, because Fred Weasley could not be dead, the evidence of all his senses must be lying -

Aunt Petunia often said that Dudley looked like a baby angel — Harry often said that Dudley looked like a pig in a wig.