I Am Not Worried, Harry," Said Dumbledore,

How D’you Spell ‘belligerent’?” Said Ron, Shaking His Quill Very Hard While Staring At His Parchment. “it Can’t Be B — U — M —” “no, It Isn’t,” Said Hermione. “and ‘augury’ Doesn’t Begin O — R — G Either.

Don’t Put Your Wand There, Boy! ... Better Wizards Than You Have Lost Buttocks, You Know!

Enjoying It? I Don’t Reckon He’d Come Home If Dad Didn’t Make Him. He’s Obsessed. Just Don’t Get Him On The Subject Of His Boss. According To Mr. Crouch…as I Was Saying To Mr. Crouch… Mr. Crouch Is Of The Opinion… Mr. Crouch Was Telling Me… They’ll Be Announcing Their Engagement Any Day Now.

But As He Reached The Ground And Sprinted Towards The Dais, Lupin Grabbed Harry Around The Chest, Holding Him Back. There's Nothing You Can Do, Harry -' Get Him, Save Him, He's Only Just Gone Through!' - It's Too Late, Harry.' We Can Still Reach Him -' Harry Struggled Hard And Viciously, But Lupin Would Not Let Go... There's Nothing You Can Do, Harry...nothing...he's Gone.

Facing This Stuff, In Real Life Is Not Like School, In School, If You Make A Mistake You Can Just Try Again Tomorrow, But Out There...when Your A Second Away From Being Murdered Or Watching A Friend Die Right Before Your Eyes...you Don't Know What That's Like.