Although People Rarely Died Playing Quidditch, Referees

Professor Flitwick Had Dried Himself Off And Set Seamus Lines ("i Am A Wizard Not A Baboon Brandishing A Stick")

You Seem To Be Drowning Twice," Said Hermione. "oh, Am I?" Said Ron Peering Down At His Predictions. "i'd Better Change One Of Them To Getting Trampled By A Rampaging Hippogriff.

Now, I Don’t Want Any Of You Youngsters To Worry — You’ll Still Have Your Potions Master When I’m Through With Him, Never Fear!” “wouldn’t It Be Good If They Finished Each Other Off?” Ron Muttered In Harry’s Ear.

That Old Berk," Muttered Aberforth, Taking Another Swig Of Mead. "thought The Sun Shone Out Of My Brother's Every Orifice, He Did.

Are You Trying To Weasel Out Of Showing Us Any Of This Stuff?" Said Zacharias Smith. "here's An Idea," Said Ron Loudly, "why Don't You Shut Your Mouth?" "well, We've All Turned Up To Learn From Him, And Now He's Telling Us He Can't Really Do Any Of It," He Said. "that's Not What He Said," Said Fred Weasley. "would You Like Us To Clean Out Your Ears For You?" Inquired George, Pulling A Long And Lethal-looking Metal Instrument From Inside One Of The Zonko's Bags. "or Any Part Of Your Body, Really, We're Not Fussy Where We Stick This," Said Fred.