J.K. Rowling

'NEVER — INSULT — ALBUS — DUMBLEDORE — IN — FRONT — OF — ME!'

"I do feel so sorry," said Draco Malfoy, one Potions class, "for all those people who have to stay at Hogwarts for Christmas because they're not wanted at home."

Boom! They knocked again. Dudley jerked awake.

Neville will play Quidditch for England before Hagrid lets Dumbledore down.

Before we begin our banquet, I would like to say a few words. And here they are: Nitwit! Blubber! Oddment! Tweak! Thank you.

"It does not do to dwell on dreams and forget to live, remember that."

'Is he — a bit mad?' he asked Percy uncertainly.

'Mad?' said Percy airily. 'He's a genius! Best wizard in the world! But he is a bit mad, yes. Potatoes, Harry?'