"Harry, don't go picking a row with Malfoy, don't forget, he's a prefect now, he could make life difficult for you...""Wow, I wonder what it'd be like to have a difficult life?"said Harry sarcastically."
"The mind is a complex and many-layered thing, Potter... or at least, most minds are..."
"Why were you lurking under our window?""Yes - yes, good point, Petunia! What were you doing under our windows, boy?""Listening to the news,"said Harry in a resigned voice.His aunt and uncle exchanged looks of outrage."Listening to the news! Again?""Well, it changes every day, you see,"said Harry."
"Just because you have the emotional range of a teaspoon doesn't mean we all have."
"You can laugh! But people used to believe there were no such things as the Blibbering Humdinger or the Crumple-Horned Snorkack!"
"You know, Minister, I disagree with Dumbledore on many counts...but you cannot deny he's got style..."