Bubotubers,” Professor Sprout told them briskly. “They need squeezing. You will collect the pus —”
“The what?” said Seamus Finnigan, sounding revolted.
“Pus, Finnigan, pus,” said Professor Sprout.

“It is a strange thing, but when you are dreading something, and would give anyt…”

“Aber glaubt mir, dass man Glück und Zuversicht selbst in Zeiten der Dunkelheit …”

“Everything went pitch-black and the next thing I knew, I was being hurled headf…”

“Would it hurt to die? All those times he had thought it was about to happen and…”