That's what I said, but Dumbledore thinks that –what was it? –to the well-organised mind, death is but the next great adventure.
The mind is not a book, to be opened at will and examined at leisure.
As I sat here, absorbed in my needlework, the urge to consult the orb overpowered me. I arose, I settled myself before it, and I gazed into its crystalline depths . . . and what do you think I saw gazing back at me? An ugly old bat in outsize specs? Ron muttered under his breath.
Well, we find we appreciate you more and more, Mum, now we're washing our own socks.
Jealous?...Of what? I don't want a foul scar right across my head, thanks. I don't think getting your head cut open makes you that special, myself.
Oh, very good,' interrupted Snape, his lip curling. 'Yes, it is easy to see that nearly six years of magical education have not been wasted on you, Potter. 'Ghosts are transparent.