I Hope There's Pudding!

How're We Getting To King's Cross Tomorrow, Dad?" Asked Fred As They Dug Into A Sumptuous Pudding. "the Ministry's Providing A Couple Of Cars," Said Mr. Weasley. Everyone Looked Up At Him. "why?" Said Percy Curiously. "it's Because Of You, Perce," Said George Seriously. "and There'll Be Little Flags On The Hoods, With Hb On Them-" "-for Humongous Bighead," Said Fred.

Yes, It Is Easy To See That Nearly Six Years Of Magical Education Have Not Been Wasted On You, Potter. Ghosts Are Transparent.

A Tiny Little Wooden Man [was] Slowly Ascending The Steps To A Real Set Of Gallows, Both Perched On A Box That Read: Reusable Hangman — Spell It Or He’ll Swing!

I'm Happy To Talk In General Themes, But When We Get Down To Specifics About My Family, For Me That's Always Been Off-limits.

I Don't Expect You Will Really Understand The Beauty Of The Softly Simmering Cauldron With Its Shimmering Fumes, The Delicate Power Of Liquids That Creep Through Human Veins, Bewitching The Mind, Ensnaring The Senses.