There you are, then, said Hermione in a superior tone. They see the Grim and die of fright. The Grim's not an omen, it's the cause of death! And Harry's still with us because he's not stupid enough to see one and think, right, well, I'd better kick the bucket then!
Where's the fun without a bit of risk?
Farewell, Aragog, king of the arachnids, whose long and faithful friendship those who knew you would never forget! Though your body will decay, your spirit lingers on in the quiet, web-spun places of your forest home. May your many-eyed descendants ever flourish and your human friends find solace for the loss they have sustained.
You might belong in Gryffindor where dwell the brave at heart. Their daring nerve and chivalry set Gryffindors apart.
Now if you excuse me, I have better things to do than listen to adolescent agonizing.
Dear me, said Dumbledore, shaking his head, his long silver mustache quivering. Impaled upon your own sword, Gilderoy! Sword? said Lockhart dimly. Haven't got a sword. That boy has, though. He pointed at Harry. He'll lend you one.