Death comes for us all in the end.

Now, if you don't mind, I'm going to bed before either of you come up with another clever idea to get us killed. Or worse, expelled.

Dumbledore : I was blind . That is what love does. I couldn't see that you needed to hear that this closed-up, tricky, dangerous old man ... loved you ...

Good even, my fine young yeomen! Come clap this loon in irons.

Things denied, things untold, things hidden and disguised.

It was chalk white with glaring red eyes and slits for nostrils, like a snake.

Freshly caught Cornish pixies.