* "Don't talk to me...." said Ron, his eyes closed and an uplifted expression on his face, "Because I want to fix that in my memory forever. Draco Malfoy, the amazing bouncing ferret..."
* " 'Course she is, can't see a beard can you?" -Ron
* "No!" shrieked Winky, prostrating herself at Mr. Crouch's feet."No, master! Not clothes, not clothes!"
* There was a funny spluttering noise from behind them. Pigwidgeon was choking on an overlarge Owl Treat. "Why is everything I own rubbish?" Said Ron furiously, striding across the
room to unstick Pigwidgeon's beak.
* "Mad-Eye Moody?" said George thoughtfully spreading marmalade on his toast. "Isn't he That nutter --"
"Your Father thinks very highly of Mad-Eye Moody," said Mrs. Weasley
sternly.
"Yeah, well, Dad collects plugs, doesn't he?" said Fred quietly as she left the room. "Birds of a feather. . ."
* "I can't justify taking more time off at the moment, [Percy] told them. "Mr. Crouch is really starting to rely on me."
"Yeah, you know what, Percy?" said George seriously. "I reckon he'll know your name soon."
* "You'll see." said Charlie. "Just don't tell Percy I mentioned it . . . it's 'classified information, until such time as the Ministry sees fit to release it,' after all."
* "Ah, think of the possibilties," said Ron dreamily. "It would've been so easy to push Malfoy off a glacier and make it look like an accident . . . . Shame his mother likes him . . . ."
* [Harry] amused himself for a moment picturing Dumbledore with his long silver beard, full-length wizrard robes, and pointed hat, stretched out on a beach somewhere rubbing suntan lotion on his long crooked nose.
* "--Dudley had reached roughly the size and weight of a young killer whale."
* "Well I certainly don't," [hope the QWC lasts very long] Percy said sanctimoniously. "I shudder to think what the state of my in-tray would be if I was away for five days."
"Yeah, someone might slip some dragon dung in it again, eh, Perce?" asked
Fred.
"That was a sample of fertilizer from Norway!" said Percy going red in the face. "It was nothing personal!"
"It was," Fred whispered to Harry as they got up from the table, "We sent it."
* Harry had a sudden vision of a pair of legs and an eyeball lying abandoned on
Privet Drive.