You realize, of course, that nothing we do will be able to keep out You-Know-Who indefinitely? squeaked Flitwick.

You do care, you feel as though you will bleed to death with the pain of it all.

Would the realization of Sukhvinder's desperation lead, at last, to some crack in her mother's implacable disapproval, her disappointment, her endless stone-faced criticism?

Hogwarts is my home.

Hagrid. You live in a wooden house!

After all, to the well-organized mind, death is but the next great adventure. You know, the Stone was really not such a wonderful thing. As much money and life as you could want! The two things most human beings would choose above all — the trouble is, humans do have a knack of choosing precisely those things that are worst for them.

The hook-nosed teacher looked past Quirrell's turban straight into Harry's eyes — and a sharp, hot pain shot across the scar on Harry's forehead.