Fantastic Beasts and Where to Find Them

Harry: This book belongs to Harry Potter. Ron: Shared by Ron Weasley, because his fell apart. Hermione: Why don't you buy a new one then? Ron: Write on your own book, Hermione. Hermione: You bought all those dungbombs on Saturday. You could have bought a new book instead. Ron: Dungbombs rule.

People change after a while, and they're no longer who you once knew

Ministry of Magic (M.O.M) Classification. xxxxx Known wizard killer / impossible to train or domesticate / or anything Hagrid likes

I would like to take this opportunity to reassure Muggle purchasers that the amusing creatures described hereafter are fictional and cannot hurt you.To wizards, I say merely: Draco dormiens nunquam titillandus.

Phoenix song is magical: it is reputed to increase the courage of the pure of heart and to strike fear into the heart of the impure.

The sight of a tree at night full of glowing Clabbert lifestyles, while decorative, attracted too many Muggles wishing to ask why their neighbours still had their Christmas lights up in June.

Jacob Kowalski: I'm sure people like you,too. Newt Scamander: No, not really. I'm annoying.

HORKLUMP M.O.M. Classification: X The Horklump comes from Scandinavia but is now widespread throughout northern Europe. It resembles a fleshy, pinkish mushroom covered in sparse, wiry black bristles. A prodigious breeder, the Horklump will cover an average garden in a matter of days. It spreads sinewy tentacles rather than roots into the ground to search for its preferred food of earthworms. The Horklump is a favourite delicacy of gnomes but otherwise has no discernible use. H

Will we die, just a little?

Chizpurfle infestations explain the puzzling failure of many relatively new Muggle electrical artifacts.

Sollte ein Muggel so unklug sein, einem anderen anzuvertrauen, er habe einen Hippogreif gesehen, der mit ausladenden Flügelschlägen nach Norden zog, wird er zumeist für betrunken oder für "bekloppt" erklärt. So unfair dies dem fraglichen Muggel gegenüber erscheinen mag, ist es doch besser, als auf dem Scheiterhaufen verbrannt oder im Dorfweiher ertränkt zu werden.