One can never have enough socks," said Dumbledore. "Another Christmas has come and gone and I didn't get a single pair. People will insist on giving me books.
From now on, I don't care if my tea leaves spell 'Die, Ron, Die,' I'm chucking them in the bin where they belong.
Harry tried every variation of ‘I need to see what Draco Malfoy is doing inside you' that he could think of for a whole hour, at.
From all that I've read, what Harry did to Riddle's diary was one of the few really foolproof ways of destroying a Horcrux.
Why? Blimey, Harry, everyone'd be wantin' magic solutions to their problems. Nah, we're best left alone.
Harry opened his mouth, closed it again, and nodded. He was not really sure why he was not telling Ron and Hermione exactly what was happening in Umbridge's room: He only knew that he did not want to see their looks of horror; that would make the whole thing seem worse and therefore more difficult to face.