“Don't let the muggles get you down.”

“Don't let the muggles get you down.”

“Turn to page three hundred and ninety-four.”

“Hermione, if Harry’s seen a Grim, that’s — that’s bad,” he said.“My — my uncle Bilius saw one and — and he died twenty-four hours later!”“Coincidence,” said Hermione airily, pouring herself some pumpkin juice.“You don’t know what you’re talking about!” said Ron, starting to get angry. “Grims scare the living daylights out of most wizards!” “There you are, then,” said Hermione in a superior tone. “They see the Grim and die of fright. The Grim’s not an omen, it’s the cause of death! And Harry’s still with us because he’s not stupid enough to see one and think, right, well, I’d better kick the bucket then!”

“I want to commit the murder I was imprisoned for.”

“Don't let the muggles get you down.”

“Shh! Listen! Someone’s coming! I think — I think it might be us!”

“Don't let the Muggles get you down!”

“Three turns should do it.”

“You think the dead we love ever truly leave us? You think that we don't recall them more clearly than ever in times of great trouble?”

“Aha! What villains are these, that trespass upon my private lands! Come to scorn at my fall, perchance? Draw, you knaves, you dogs!”

“Hasn't your experience with the Time-Turner taught you anything, Harry? The consequences of our actions are always so complicated, so diverse, that predicting the future is a very difficult business indeed...”