Harry Potter and the Chamber of Secrets (Harry Potter, #2)

by J.K. Rowling

“You’ve just ruined the punch line of my Japanese golfer joke.

tell Petunia that very funny story about those American plumbers,

sounding as usual as though she had swallowed the textbook.

“My wife used to sneer at my feeble charms, but one month into your fabulous Kwikspell course and I succeeded in turning her into a yak! Thank you, Kwikspell!”

“Was that you?” said Harry gratefully. “Yeah, it worked, I didn’t even get detention. Thanks, Nick!”

Maybe he murdered Myrtle; that would’ve done everyone a favor. . . .”

the Mandrakes were becoming moody and secretive, meaning that they were fast leaving childhood.

“The moment their acne clears up, they’ll be ready for repotting again,”

“The moment they start trying to move into each other’s pots, we’ll know they’re fully mature,”

Ernie took a deep breath and said, very formally, “I just want to say, Harry, that I’m sorry I ever suspected you. I know you’d never attack Hermione Granger, and I apologize for all the stuff I said. We’re all in the same boat now, and, well —” He held out a pudgy hand, and Harry shook it.

Then, without thinking, without considering, as though he had meant to do it all along, Harry seized the basilisk fang on the floor next to him and plunged it straight into the heart of the book.

“How come you’ve got a sword?”

This is just like magic!”

Never trust anything that can think for itself if you can’t see where it keeps its brain.

“Dear me,” said Dumbledore, shaking his head, his long silver mustache quivering. “Impaled upon your own sword, Gilderoy!” “Sword?” said Lockhart dimly. “Haven’t got a sword. That boy has, though.” He pointed at Harry. “He’ll lend you one.”