1. “My dear Professor. . . [a]ll this ‘You-Know-Who’ nonsense—for eleven years I have been trying to persuade people to call him by his proper name: Voldemort.” Professor McGonagall flinched, but Dumbledore, who was unsticking two lemon drops, seemed not to notice.

  2. “But yeh must know about yer mom and dad,” he said. “I mean, they’re famous. You’re famous.”

  3. He was wearing Professor Quirrell’s turban, which kept. . . telling him he must transfer to Slytherin at once, because it was his destiny. . . . [H]e tried to pull it off but it tightened painfully—and there was Malfoy, laughing at him. . . . [T]here was a burst of green light and Harry woke, sweating.

  4. Your father left this in my possession before he died. It is time it was returned to you. Use it well. A very merry Christmas to you.

  5. After all, to the well-organized mind, death is but the next great adventure.