“HARRY, THIS IS NO TIME TO BE A GENTLEMAN!" Wood roared as Harry swerved to avoid collision. "KNOCK HER OFF HER BROOM IF YOU HAVE TO!”

“Harry, suffering like this proves you are still a man! This pain is part of being human —”“THEN — I — DON’T — WANT — TO — BE — HUMAN!” Harry roared.”

“As a sobbing Wood passed Harry the Cup, as he lifted it into the air, Harry felt he could have produced the world's best Patronus.”

“If I could just get Broom to cooperate, we could fly, Glo said. Then we wouldn't have to worry about traffic. Harry Potter didn't have to worry about traffic.You relize Harry Potter isn't real, right? Of course, but he could be. I mean, maybe not Harry Potter, but someone like him. Who's to say?”

“Be that as it may, a gentleman doesn’t continue to press hisattentions on a lady who can’t return them.”“Then, as I see it, you have two problems, my lord,” Harry said.Tony’s eyes narrowed.“One, that the lady does, in fact, return my attentions, and two”—Harry turned to meet the earl’sgaze—“I am no gentleman.”

“As Harry and Ron rounded the clump of trees behind which Harry had first heard the dragons roar, a witch leapt out from behind them.It was Rita Skeeter. She was wearing acid-green robes today; the Quick-Quotes Quill in her hand blended perfectly against them."Congratulations, Harry!' she said beaming at him. "I wonder if you could give me a quick word? How you felt facing that dragon? How do you feel now about the fairness of the scoring?""Yeah, you can have a word," said Harry savagely. "Goodbye!”