Book: Harry Potter and the philosopher's stone. Page 3

You know, Longbottom, if brains were gold, you would still be poorer than Weasley, and that is an indicator.

And piers, Dennis, Malcolm, and Gordon, they were all healthy and brainless, but Dudley was the most healthy and the most brainless, because he was their leader and decided that you will do the whole company.

- Don't move! - ordered Hermione. I know what it is. This "devil's snare"!
- I'm awfully glad it is so called! growled Ron.

Be yourself. It's hard, I know.

... she was a skinny blonde with a neck almost twice as long than necessary for growth. However, this disadvantage was to her very helpful because most of the time Mrs. Dursley watched the neighbors and overheard their conversations. But with a neck like that, it was very convenient to look over other people's fences.

Aunt Petunia often said that Dudley's an angel. Harry often said that Dudley is similar to piggy in the ruffle.

After all, age is not important, important is only the essence.

Dean loved football, and Ron claimed that there is nothing interesting in the game that is played with just one ball, and players are forbidden to fly.

- He... he's a little crazy? - hesitantly asked Harry, turning to the man sitting to his left, Percy.
- Crazy? absently asked Percy, but then he caught himself. He's a genius! Best magician in the world! But you're right, he's a little crazy...

Come in, stranger, but don't forget
That greed is sinful essence,
Who doesn't like to work but loves to take
Pay dearly - and it is necessary to know.
If a stranger came to you here,
From here you never leave.

- You know, Hagrid,- cried Harry, trying to drown out the noise of the truck.- I never knew the difference between a stalactite and a stalagmite.
In the word stalagmite has the letter "m," replied Hagrid.

I haven't blushed, I guess, since, as Madame Pomfrey said she liked my new earmuffs.

- What do you see when you look in the mirror? - Harry blurted out breathlessly.
- I? - asked the Professor. - I see myself holding a pair of thick, woolen socks.
Harry looked at him.
- A man cannot have too many socks, explained Dumbledore. - It's another Christmas, and I have not received a single pair. For some reason people just give me books.

- Wow, you're my little girl, with a laugh gasped Mr. Dursley, from the comfort of home.