His d-diary! Ginny sobbed. I've b-been writing in it, and he's been w-writing back all year — Ginny! said Mr. Weasley, flabbergasted. Haven't I taught you anything? What have I always told you? Never trust anything that can think for itself if you can't see where it keeps its brain.
And tiny little ears, Luna was saying, a bit like a hippo's, Daddy says, only purple and hairy. And if you want to call them, you have to hum; they prefer a waltz, nothing too fast... Looking.
Harry, did you ever even open A History of Magic?
But I was the most unashamed lone parent you were ever going to meet.
Hagrid looked down at his umbrella and scratched his beard. 'Shouldn'ta lost me temper,' he said ruefully, 'but it didn't work anyway. Meant ter turn him into a pig, but I suppose he was so much like a pig anyway there wasn't much left ter do.
Natural to want a bit more once you've had that first taste.