Harry Potter and the Chamber of Secrets

“Some of the books the Ministry’s confiscated Dad’s told me—there was one that burned your eyes out. And everyone who read Sonnets of a Sorcerer spoke in limericks for the rest of their lives. And some old witch in Bath had a book that you could never stop reading! You just had to wander around with your nose in it, trying to do everything one handed. And—”

All that business with He Who Must Not Be Named!’ He glanced at the lightning scar on Harry’s forehead. ‘I know, I know, it’s not quite as good as winning Witch Weekly’s Most-Charming-Smile Award five times in a row, as I have – but it’s a start, Harry, it’s a start.’

“Least I could do, Dobby,” said Harry, grinning. “Just promise never to try and save my life again.”

“Harry Potter freed Dobby!”

shall not harm Harry Potter!”

“Master has given a sock,” said the elf in wonderment. “Master gave it to Dobby.”

“We’ll be needing a new Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher. . . . Dear me, we do seem to run through them, don’t we?”

It is our choices, Harry, that show what we truly are,

It was probably the worst day of Harry’s entire life.

“An’ someone’ll need ter feed Fang while I’m away.”