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

by J.K. Rowling

Mrs. Weasley was marching across the yard, scattering chickens, and for a short, plump, kind-faced woman, it was remarkable how much she looked like a saber-toothed tiger.

I told Lockhart yeh didn’ need teh. Yer more famous than him without tryin’.”

“I’ll make it,” Lockhart butted in. “I must have done it a hundred times. I could whip up a Mandrake Restorative Draught in my sleep —” “Excuse me,” said Snape icily. “But I believe I am the Potions master at this school.”

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

Snape was looking as though the first person to ask him for a Love Potion would be force-fed poison.

“Because that’s what Hermione does,” said Ron, shrugging. “When in doubt, go to the library.”

THINK ABOUT HERMIONE YOU IDIOT

You will die and then come back to life in that forest. And that’s far from the next time you’ll be in it.

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

“Just promise never to try and save my life again.”