He was going to be armed with his wand - which, just now, felt like nothing more than a narrow strip of wood - against a fifty-foot-high, scaly, spike-ridden, fire-breathing dragon.

“Ron's indignation on his behalf was worth about a hundred points to him.”

“I don't think you should be an Auror, Harry," said Luna unexpectedly. Everybody…”

“Nothing like a nighttime stroll to give you ideas.”

“Tessa was convinced that it was a lie, and also that everything she had done in…”