“Look . . . at . . . me. . . .”

“Bill, don’t look at me — I’m ’ideous.”

“Daddy, look — one of the gnomes actually bit me!”

“I'm dying!" Malfoy yelled, as the class panicked. "I'm dying, look at me! It's killed me!”

“Why would I go looking for someone I know wants to kill me?”

“Promise me you’ll look after yourself … stay out of trouble …’‘I always do, Mrs Weasley,’ said Harry. ‘I like a quiet life, you know me.”

“You look in excellent health to me, Potter, so you will excuse me if I don't let you off homework today. I assure you that if you do die, you need not hand it in.”