— Does it hurt? Dying?
— Quicker than falling asleep.
— I assume right about now you’re wondering why I’ve brought you here, am I right?
— After all these years, I just sort of roll with it, sir.
Harry Potter: Professor? Is this all real? Or is it just happening inside my head?
Albus Dumbledore: Of course it's happening inside your head, Harry. Why should that mean that it's not real?
— Um... have you ever fixed a nose before?
— No. But I've done several toes, and how different are they, really?
— ... Okay, yeah, sure, give it a go.
— Episkey! [a loud crack]
— Augh...!
[rubs his nose gingerly; looks at Luna]
— Well? How do I look?
— Exceptionally ordinary.
— ... Brilliant.
— Oh my god. What am I going to do? My wife’s all alone downstairs?
— Ron. You don’t have a wife.
— Oh. Right.
— What are you doing?
— You heard Hagrid. Follow the spiders.
— They're heading into the Dark Forest.
— Why spiders. Why couldn't it be 'Follow the butterflies'?