"Please, come in, sit down, Minister!" fluttered Mrs. Weasley, straightening her hat. "Have a little purkey, or some tooding."
I don't trust you, Snape, as you very well know!
You'd better hurry up, they'll be be waiting for the Chosen Captain - the Boy Who Scored - whatever they call you these days.
If you're wondering what the smell is, Mother, a Mudblood just walked in.
"It is a long time since my last visit," said Dumbledore, peering down his crooked nose at Uncle Vernon. "I must say, your agapanthus are flourishing."
We must try not to sink beneath our anguish, Harry, but battle on.
Dumbledore is a great wizard. Only a fool would question it.
Let us step into the night and pursue that flighty temptress, adventure!
"Now that big Hufflepuff player's got the Quaffle from her, I can't remember his name, it's something like Bibble - no, Buggins -"
"It's Cadwallader!" said Professor McGonagall loudly from beside Luna.
"It's Cadwallader!" said Professor McGonagall loudly from beside Luna.