Madame Maxime opened it. She was wearing a silk shawl wrapped around her massive shoulders. She smiled when she saw Hagrid. “Ah, ’Agrid . . . it is time?” “Bong-sewer,” said Hagrid, beaming at her, and holding out a hand to help her down the golden steps.

There's no formula.

If ever I expected to come face to face with an angry Christian fundamentalist, it wasn't in FAO Schwarz.

I'm opposed to fundamentalism in any form.

With all of their benefits, and there are many, one of the things I regret about e-books is that they have taken away the necessity of trawling foreign bookshops or the shelves of holiday houses to find something to read. I've come across gems and stinkers that way, and both can be fun.

Hearing voices no one else can hear isn't a good sign, even in the wizarding world.