What did you say to one another at the end of sixteen years' solid dislike?
A lemon drop. They're a kind of Muggle sweet I'm rather fond of.
You don't understand — there are things worth dying for!
Can I have a look at Uranus too, Lavender?
Blimey, said the other twin. Are you — ? He is, said the first twin. Aren't you? he added to Harry. What? said Harry. Harry Potter, chorused the twins. Oh, him, said Harry. I mean, yes, I am.
Do I look stupid? snarled Uncle Vernon, a bit of fried egg dangling from his bushy mustache. I know what'll happen if that owl's let out.