"Ginny!"said Mr. Weasley, flabbergasted. "Haven't I taught you anything? What have I always told you? Never trust anything that can think for itself if you can't see where it keeps its brain?"
"I WILL NOT TOLERATE MENTION OF YOUR ABNORMALITY UNDER THIS ROOF!"
"Do I look stupid?"snarled Uncle Vernon, a bit of fried egg dangling from his bushy mustache."
"Of all the trees we could've hit, we had to get one that hits back."
"It is our choices, Harry, that show what we truly are, far more than our abilities."
"The poor things keep calling in those – those pumbles, I think they're called – you know, the ones who mend pipes and things – ""Plumbers?""– exactly, yes, but of course they're flummoxed."