When they had left the shop, he said, " Hagrid, what's Quidditch? " " Blimey, Harry, I keep forgettin' how little yeh know -- not knowin' about Quidditch! " " Don't make me feel worse, " said Harry.
" It's none of your business. And..." I'll thank you''she added angrily to Ron, who had just appeared at George's elbow, laden with merchandise, " not to tell tales about me to these two! "
My dear boy! Harry Potter, at my deathday party! And-he hesitated, looking excited-do you think you could possibly mention to Sir Patrick how very frightening and impressive you find me?
Port, port your helm! we are on the Devil's Grip! Pass up the trumpet, sir; port your helm, fellow; give it to them, boys-give it to the proud English dogs!