Who's Kreacher?" "the House-elf Who Lives Here,"

I Take My Hat Off To You — Or I Would, If I Were Not Afraid Of Showering You In Spiders.

The Forbidden Forest Looked As Though It Had Been Enchanted, Each Tree Smattered With Silver, And Hagrid's Cabin Looked Like An Iced Cake.

You Could Be Great, You Know, It’s All Here In Your Head, And Slytherin Will Help You On The Way To Greatness, No Doubt About That.

Well, You're Expelling Us Aren't You?" Said Ron. "not Today, Mr. Weasley." Snape Looked As Though Christmas Had Been Canceled.

The Opportunity Was Too Perfect To Miss. Harry Crept Silently Around Behind Malfoy, Crabbe, And Goyle, Bent Down, And Scooped A Large Handful Of Mud Out Of The Path. 'we Were Just Talking About Your Friend Hagrid,' Malfoy Said To Ron. 'just Trying To Imagine What He's Saying To The Committee For The Disposal Of Dangerous Creatures. D'you Think He'll Cry When They Cut Off His Hippogriff's—' Splat. Malfoy's Head Jerked Back As The Mud Hit Him; His Silverblond Hair Was Suddenly Dripping In Muck.