Stone dead," said Howard, as though there were degrees of deadness, and the kind that Barry Fairbrother had contracted was particularly sordid.

“Don't be silly, Dawlish. I'm sure you are an excellent Auror, I seem to remembe…”

“Or perhaps in Slytherin, you'll make your real friends. Those cunning folk use …”

“This is precisely why I loathed being a teacher! Young people are so infernally…”

“Harry, you wonderful boy, you brave, brave man.”