Hallows, Not Horcruxes.

Moony, Wormtail, Padfoot, And Prongs,” Sighed George, Patting The Heading Of The Map. “we Owe Them So Much.” “noble Men, Working Tirelessly To Help A New Generation Of Law-breakers,” Said Fred Solemnly.

Nobody's Ever Asked Me To A Party Before, As A Friend. Is That Why You Dyed Your Eyebrow, For The Party? Should I Do Mine Too?

He’ll Accept Anyone At Hogwarts, S’long As They’ve Got The Talent. Knows People Can Turn Out Okay Even If Their Families Weren’ . . .well . . . All Tha’ Respectable.

I'll Be In My Bedroom, Making No Noise And Pretending I'm Not There.

I’ll Make Goyle Do Lines, It’ll Kill Him, He Hates Writing,” Said Ron Happily. He Lowered His Voice To Goyle’s Low Grunt And, Screwing Up His Face In A Look Of Pained Concentration, Mimed Writing In Midair. “i... Must... Not... Look... Like... A... Baboon’s... Backside.