HARRY: Oh, Draco . . . we can’t. We can’t use it.Draco looks up at Harry, and for the first time — at the bottom of this dreadful pit — they look at each other as friends.DRACO: We have to find them —...
Longbottom, if brains were gold, you'd be poorer than Weasley, and that's saying something.
You foul, lying, evil little cockroach!
Draco: Flipendo! ... Keep up, old man.Harry: We're the same age, Draco.Draco: I wear it better.
Is it true? he said. They're saying all down the train that Harry Potter's in this compartment. So it's you, is it?Yes, said Harry. He was looking at the other boys. Both of were thickset and looked l...
Professor Moody!" said a shocked voice.Professor McGonagall was coming down the marble staircase with her arms full of books."Hello, Professor McGonagall," said Moody calmly, bouncing the ferret still...