Harry Potter was a wizard – a wizard fresh from his first year at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. And if the Dursleys were unhappy to have him back for the holidays, it was nothing to how Harry felt.
Welcome to the Knight Bus, emergency transport for the stranded witch or wizard. Just stick out your wand hand, step on board, and we can take you anywhere you want to go. My name is Stan Shunpike, and I will be your conductor this eve — The.
I shall expect you and the Slytherins in the Great Hall in twenty minutes, also, said Professor McGonagall. If you wish to leave with your students, we shall not stop you. But if any of you attempt to sabotage our resistance or take up arms against us within this castle, then, Horace, we duel to kill.
What sort of objects are Portkeys? said Harry curiously. Well, they can be anything, said Mr. Weasley. Unobtrusive things, obviously, so Muggles don't go picking them up and playing with them... stuff they'll just think is litter....
Tell Albus - tell Albus Severus - I'm proud he carries my name.
It was chalk white with glaring red eyes and slits for nostrils, like a snake.