I am not worried, Harry, I am with you.
Your sons flew that car to Harry's house and back last night! shouted Mrs. Weasley. What have you got to say about that, eh? Did you really? said Mr. Weasley eagerly. Did it go all right? I — I mean, he faltered as sparks flew from Mrs. Weasley's eyes, that — that was very wrong, boys — very wrong indeed....
Oh, you may not think I'm pretty, But don't judge on what you see, I'll eat myself if you can find A smarter hat than me. You can keep your bowlers black, Your top hats sleek and tall, For I'm the Hogwarts Sorting Hat And I can cap them all.
Harry, just go down to the lake tomorrow, right, stick your head in, yell at the merpeople to give back whatever they've nicked, and see if they chuck it out. Best you can do, mate.
George, said Fred, I think we've outgrown full-time education.
Harry raised his wand, looked directly at Umbridge, and imagined her being sacked. Expecto Patronum!