You’re Not Supposed To Dislike Your Own

Fawkes Is A Phoenix, Harry. Phoenixes Burst Into Flame When It Is Time For Them To Die And Are Reborn From The Ashes.

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.

Harry Moved The Tip Of His Eagle-feather Quill Down The Page, Frowning As He Looked For Something That Would Help Him Write His Essay, “witch Burning In The Fourteenth Century Was Completely Pointless — Discuss.

If She Could Have Done One Thing To Make Absolutely Sure That Every Single Person In This School Will Read Your Interview, It Was Banning It!

I Don't Go Looking For Trouble. Trouble Usually Finds Me.