Hermione drew herself to her full height; her eyes were narrowed and her hair seemed to crackle with electricity.
"No," she said, her voice quivering with anger, "but I will write to your mother.

“We are only as strong as we are united, as weak as we are divided.”

“La grandeza inspira envidia, la envidia rencor y el rencor mentiras”

“You think the dead we loved ever truly leave us? You think that we don’t recall…”

“Oh,you may not think I'm pretty, But don't judge on what you see, I'll eat myse…”