Mrs. Weasley set the potion down on the bedside cabinet, bent down, and put her arms around Harry. He had no memory of ever being hugged like this, as though by a mother.
That is the second time you have spoken out of turn, Miss Granger, said Snape coolly. Five more points from Gryffindor for being an insufferable know-it-all.
Parry Otter, the Chosen Boy Who — well — something of that sort..
Devil's Snare, Devil's Snare . . . what did Professor Sprout say? — it likes the dark and the damp — So light a fire! Harry choked. Yes — of course — but there's no wood! Hermione cried, wringing her hands.
Too much of a good thing, you know . . . highly toxic in large quantities.
There was no benign smile upon Dumbledore's face, no twinkle in the eyes behind the spectacles. There was cold fury in every line of the ancient face; a sense of power radiated from Dumbledore as though he were giving off burning heat.