Many of our oldest family trees become a little diseased over time, he said as Bellatrix gazed at him, breathless and imploring. You must prune yours, must you not, to keep it healthy? Cut away those parts that threaten the health of the rest.
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.
Whoa! whispered Seamus, and he, Dean, and Neville put their heads a little closer to hear what Apparition felt like.
Nevertheless, unless you can prove that you have at least one close Wizarding relative, you are now deemed to have obtained your magical power illegally and must suffer the punishment.
Luck can only get you so far.
Severus Snape wasn't yours, said Harry. Snape was Dumbledore's, Dumbledore's from the moment you started hunting down my mother. And you never realized it, because of the thing you can't understand. You never saw Snape cast a Patronus, did you, Riddle?