Words have power.
Never thought I'd live ter see the Triwizard Tournament played again!
We're all going to keep fighting, Harry. You know that?
Vot is the point of being an international Quidditch player if all the good-looking girls are taken?
Dudley had already broken his new video camera, crashed his remote control airplane, and, first time out on his racing bike, knocked down old Mrs. Figg as she crossed Privet Drive on her crutches.
Harry didn't say anything. He liked being back on speaking terms with Ron too much to speak his mind right now — but he somehow thought that Hermione had gotten the point much better than Ron had.
The only thing Harry liked about his own appearance was a very thin scar on his forehead that was shaped like a bolt of lightning.
I am not worried...I am with you.
This is different, pretending to be me — Well, none of us really fancy it, Harry, said Fred earnestly.
Mr. H. Potter The Cupboard under the Stairs 4 Privet Drive Little Whinging Surrey.
After all, He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named did great things — terrible, yes, but great.
If Harry had not known who lived there, he would have guessed at a rich, fussy old lady.