Devil’s Snare, Devil’s Snare . . . what did Professor Sprout say? — it likes the dark and the damp —'
'So light a fire!' Harry choked.
'Yes — of course — but there’s no wood!' Hermoine cried, wringing her hands.
'HAVE YOU GONE MAD?' Ron bellowed. 'ARE YOU A WITCH OR NOT?

“It was surely one thing to respect the Dark Arts as a dangerous enemy, another …”

“Differences of habit and language are nothing at all if our aims are identical …”

“It is not about striving for immortality, but about accepting mortality.”

“October extinguished itself in a rush of howling winds and driving rain and Nov…”