"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."
"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."
"Well, you're expelling us aren't you?"said Ron."Not today, Mr. Weasley."Snape looked as though Christmas had been canceled."
"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?"
"Honestly, if you were any slower, you’d be going backward."