"His eyes are as green as a fresh pickled toad,His hair is as dark as a blackboard.I wish he was mine, he's really divine,The hero who conquered the Dark Lord."
"Do I look stupid?"snarled Uncle Vernon, a bit of fried egg dangling from his bushy mustache."
"Honestly, if you were any slower, you’d be going backward."
"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?"
"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."
"Of all the trees we could've hit, we had to get one that hits back."