Don't Be Stupid, It's A Flying House!

For Instance, This New Idea That You-know-who Can Kill With A Single Glance From His Eyes. That’s A Basilisk, Listeners. One Simple Test: Check Whether The Thing That’s Glaring At You Has Got Legs. If It Has, It’s Safe To Look Into Its Eyes, Although If It Really Is You-know-who, That’s Still Likely To Be The Last Thing You Ever Do.

Sirius's Gaunt Face Broke Out Into The First True Smile Harry Had Seen Upon It. The Difference It Made Was Startling, As Though A Person Ten Years Younger Were Shining Through The Starved Mask; For A Moment He Was Recognizable As The Man Who Had Laughed At Harry's Parents' Wedding.

Fred And George Turned To Each Other And Said Together, "wow, We're Identical!" "i Dunno Though, I Think I'm Still Better Looking," Said Fred, Examining His Reflection In The Kettle.

I Was Hoping That Neville Would Assist Me With The First Stage Of The Operation,” He Said, “and I Am Sure He Will Perform It Admirably.

Let Me Out," Harry Said Again. "no," Dumbledore Repeated. "if You Don't - If You Keep Me In Here - If You Don't Let Me-" "by All Means Continue Destroying My Possessions," Said Dumbledore. "i Daresay I Have Too Many.