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He brought the umbrella swishing down through the air to point at Dudley- there was a flash of violent light, a sound like a firecracker, a sharp squeal, and the next second, Dudley was dancing on the spot with his hands clasped over his fat bottom, howling in pain. When he turned his back on them, Harry saw a curly pig's tail poking through a hole in his trousers.

    Harry was speeding toward the ground when the crowd saw him clap his hand to his mouth as if he was about to be sick- he hit the field on all fours- coughed- and something gold fell into his hand.
    "I've got the Snitch!" he shouted, waving it above his head, and the game ended in complete confusion.
    "He didn't catch it, he nearly swallowed it," Flint was still howling twenty minutes later...

"What do you see when you look in the mirror?"; "I? I see myself holding a pair of thick, woolen socks." Harry stared. "One can never have enough socks..."

"I hope you're pleased with yourselves. We could all have been killed- or worse, expelled."
--Hermione

"Call him Voldemort, Harry. Always use the proper name for things. Fear of a name increases fear of the thing itself."
--Albus Dumbledore

"Welcome to a new year at Hogwarts! Before we begin our banquet, I would like to say a few words. And here they are: Nitwit! Blubber! Oddment! Tweak!"
--Albus Dumbledore, Chapter Seven: The Sorting Hat

Hermione hung her head. Harry was speechless. Hermione was the last person to do anything against the rules, and here she was, pretending she had, to get them out of trouble. It was as if Snape had started handing out sweets.
--Chapter Ten: Halloween

Someone standing outside the Great Hall might well have thought some sort of explosion had taken place, so loud was the noise that erupted from the Gryffindor table. Harry, Ron, and Hermione stood up to yell and cheer as Neville, white with shock, disappeared under a pile of people hugging him. He had never won so much as a point for Gryffindor before. Harry, still cheering, nudged Ron in the ribs and pointed at Malfoy, who couldn't have looked more stunned and horrified if he'd just had the Body-Bind Curse put on him.
--Chapter Seventeen: The Man With Two Faces

He tapped the wall three times with the point of his umbrella. The brick he had touched quivered -- it wriggled -- in the middle, a small hole appeared -- it grew wider and wider -- a second later they were facing an archway large enough even for Hagrid, an archway onto a cobbled street that twisted and turned out of sight. "Welcome," said Hagrid, "to Diagon Alley."
--Chapter Five: Diagon Alley

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