“Parry Otter, the Chosen Boy Who — well — something of that sort..”

“You'd better hurry up, they'll be waiting for 'the Chosen Captain' — 'The Boy Who Scored'— whatever they call you these days.”

“To Harry Potter — the boy who lived!”

“You are the Chosen One?”“Of course I am,” said Harry calmly.“But then . . . my dear boy . . . you’re asking a great deal . . .you’re asking me, in fact, to aid you in your attempt to destroy —”“You don’t want to get rid of the wizard who killed Lily Evans?”“Harry, Harry, of course I do, but —”“You’re scared he’ll find out you helped me?”Slughorn said nothing; he looked terrified.“Be brave like my mother, Professor. . . .”

“Hang on. This Lord Voldything's back you say?... and now he's sending dismembers after you?... I see. Well that settles it, YOU CAN GET OUT OF THIS HOUSE BOY!”

“Uncle Vernon: What were you doing under our window, boy?Harry Potter: Listening to the news.Uncle Vernon: Listening to the news! Again?Harry: Well, it changes every day, you see.”

“Don't put your wand there, boy! What if it ignited? Better wizards than you have lost buttocks, you know.""Who d'you know who's lost a buttock?""Never you mind...”