I thought you two'd value yer friend more'n broomsticks or rats. Tha's all. - Hagrid.
Harry took the wand. He felt a sudden warmth in his fingers. He raised the wand above his head, brought it swishing down through the dusty air and a stream of red and gold sparks shot from the end like a firework, throwing dancing spots of light on to the walls.
You've got him, Minister! said.
To hurt is as human as to breathe.
Out of the corner of his eye he saw the fluttering banner high above, flashing Potter for President over the crowd. His heart skipped. He felt braver.
Books are like mirrors: if a fool looks in, you cannot expect a genius to look out.