The Wand Chooses The Wizard.

Hermione Was Screaming Again: The Sound Went Through Harry Like Physical Pain.

Enemies Of The Heir, Beware! You'll Be Next, Mudbloods!

You Look In Excellent Health To Me, Potter, So You Will Excuse Me If I Don't Let You Off Homework Today. I Assure You That If You Do Die, You Need Not Hand It In.

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.

Because To Confide A Part Of Your Soul To Something That Can Think And Move For Itself Is Obviously A Very Risky Business.