If you’re not in Gryffindor, we’ll disinherit you,” said Ron, “but no pressure.

“Excuse me, are you the imprint of a departed soul?”

“Well, I dreamed I was playing Quidditch the other night,' said Ron, screwing up…”

“Dudley had been accepted at Uncle Vernon's old private school, Smeltings...Harr…”

“The mistake ninety-nine percent of humanity made, as far as Fats could see, wer…”