Potter, do something. Tell them I mean no harm.

I'm sorry, professor. But I must not tell lies.

He sounds exactly like Moody," said Harry quietly, tucking the letter away again inside his robes. "'Constant vigilance!' You'd think I walk around with my eyes shut, banging off the walls....

But Ron was staring at Hermione as though suddenly seeing her in a whole new light.
“Hermione, Neville’s right — you are a girl. . . .”
“Oh well spotted,” she said acidly.

Ron's indignation on his behalf was worth about a hundred points to him.

I'm going to keep going until I succeed — or die. Don't think I don't know how this might end. I've known it for years.

The scar had not pained Harry for nineteen years. All was well.