“That would be a complete waste of potion,” said Hermione flatly, putting down the copy of Spellman's Syllabary she had just taken out of her bag. “Luck can only get you so far, Harry. The situation with Slughorn was different; you always had the ability to persuade him, you just needed to tweak the circumstances a bit. Luck isn't enough to get you through a powerful enchantment, though. Don't go wasting the rest of that potion! You'll need all the luck you can get if Dumbledore takes you along with him ...” She dropped her voice to a whisper.
Really big mouth? Really bad breath?
I'm busy now and I'm meeting Francesca at Rocca's in a half an hour and--.
‘Fire away, then, Rita,’ said Hermione serenely, fishing a cherry out from the bottom of her glass.
“I sent for her,” said Neville, holding up the fake Galleon. “I promised her and Ginny that if you turned up I’d let them know. We all thought that if you came back, it would mean revolution. That we were going to overthrow Snape and the Carrows.”
`I really don't know.'
"Not bound to endure insults," Dolokhov concluded in loud, ringing tones.
value the gifts of God, but trampled them under her feet."