J. K. Rowling

If you want to know what a man’s like, take a good look at how he treats his inferiors, not his equals.’

Ron obviously realized that he’d gotten Harry into trouble, because he hadn’t called again.

“Training for the ballet, Potter?”

“Let me introduce my assistant, Professor Snape,” said Lockhart, flashing a wide smile. “He tells me he knows a tiny little bit about dueling himself and has sportingly agreed to help me with a short demonstration before we begin. Now, I don’t want any of you youngsters to worry—you’ll still have your Potions master when I’m through with him, never fear!”

Snape cried: “Expelliarmus!” There was a dazzling flash of scarlet light and Lockhart was blasted off his feet: He flew backward off the stage, smashed into the wall, and slid down it to sprawl on the floor.

Malfoy and some of the other Slytherins cheered. Hermione was dancing on tiptoes. “Do you think he’s all right?” she squealed through her fingers.

“Who cares?” said Harry and Ron together.

Peeves broke into song:

“Oh, Potter, you rotter, oh, what have you done, you’re killing off’ students, you think it’s good fun—”

Harry, Ron, and Hermione had always known that Hagrid had an unfortunate liking for large and monstrous creatures. During their first year at Hogwarts he had tried to raise a dragon in his little wooden house,

Draco Malfoy made Dudley Dursley look like a kind, thoughtful and sensitive boy.

Gerroff me! Gerroff me!’ squealed the gnome.

you really?’ said Mr Weasley eagerly. ‘Did it go all right? I-I mean,’ he faltered, as sparks flew from Mrs Weasley’s eyes, ‘that-that was very wrong, boys – very wrong indeed …’