I'm Not Putting Them On,” Said Old

Stone Dead," Said Howard, As Though There Were Degrees Of Deadness, And The Kind That Barry Fairbrother Had Contracted Was Particularly Sordid.

The Best Of Us Must Sometimes Eat Our Words.

When Filch Wasn't Guarding The Scene Of The Crime, He Was Skulking Red-eyed Through The Corridors, Lunging Out At Unsuspecting Students And Trying To Put Them In Detention For Things Like "breathing Loudly" And "looking Happy.

Course Dumbledore Trusts You,” Growled Moody. “he’s A Trusting Man, Isn’t He? Believes In Second Chances. But Me — I Say There Are Spots That Don’t Come Off, Snape. Spots That Never Come Off, D’you Know What I Mean?

The Idea Of A Teenage Dumbledore Was Simply Odd, Like Trying To Imagine A Stupid Hermione Or A Friendly Blast-ended Skrewt.