A tiny little wooden man [was] slowly ascending the steps to a real set of gallows, both perched on a box that read: Reusable Hangman — Spell It Or He’ll Swing!

“And Harry, with the unerring skill of the Seeker, caught the wand in his free h…”

“It's lucky it's dark. I haven't blushed so much since Madam Pomfrey told me she…”

“I wish...I wish I were dead...”“And what use would that be to anyone?”

“You can laugh! But people used to believe there were no such things as the Blib…”