Book: Harry Potter and the philosopher's stone. Page 4

In this school the upperclassmen on the first day beginners to stick his head in the toilet - immediately began to taunt Dudley. - Want to go upstairs and try?
- No, thanks, ' replied Harry. Suffering the toilet never put anything worse than your head - it, the poor thing, may vomit.

- This scar will stay with him for life.
- You after all may have something to do with it, Dumbledore?
Even if I could, I would not. Scars can do a good job. I, for example, has a scar above his left knee, which is a completely accurate diagram of the London underground.

- So, after the obvious, deliberate and therefore dishonest and disgusting violations...
Jordan! growled Professor McGonagall.
I wanted to say, recovered Jordan - after that obvious and disgusting illegal hold...
Jordan, I'm warning you...
Okay, okay. So, flint nearly killed the catcher of the team of Gryffindor of Harry Potter, but, without a doubt, this could happen to anyone.

- The last member of the team, catcher. That is, you. And you don't have to worry about the Quaffle or about blazero...
- Until they shoot me in the head, could not help Harry.

Happiness bursting inside him, like he swallowed a balloon.

If the Hat said that one of the faculties designed exclusively for those who excitement begins to feel sick, Harry would have immediately understood that it was his Department.

I'll answer your questions - unless, of course, I won't have enough good reasons to remain silent. If I can't answer, please forgive me: I say nothing, because lying is unacceptable.

He did not know what was waiting for him wherever he goes, but he was sure it would be better than what he was leaving behind.

- This year you need to behave. If I ever get an owl with news that you did something wrong - blew up a toilet or...
- Blew up a toilet? I was amazed one. - We never blew up the toilets.
- And maybe try? - hemmed second. Great idea, thanks, mom.

... what is death like not a new interesting adventure.

- Why are you not wearing your sweater, Ron? - protested George, come on, Come on, they're not only beautiful, so still and very warm.
I hate Burgundy color, ' groaned Ron, putting on a sweater.
- And on your any letters - chuckled George, looking at his younger brother. - I suppose she thinks you won't forget your name. And we, too, are not fools - we know that we are called dred and forge.

The trouble is that people always want exactly what the most detrimental.
(But the trouble is that people tend to choose what for them is the worst.)

I am always amused by what strange ways sometimes followed by human thought.

- I was there at the beginning of the train - there was one railroad car for the prefects...
Since when are you a prefect, Percy? - terribly surprised one of the twins. - I do not say we did not know.
- Come on, he seems to be something we said, butted into the conversation the second twin. - Once...
Or two - picked up first.
- Or three, - continued the second.
Or all summer...