THE MAGIC BEGINS  Favourite scenery/locations
They made regular checks on the train as they flew farther and farther north, each dip beneath the clouds showing them a different view. London was soon far behind them, replaced by neat green fields that gave way in turn to wide, purplish moors, a great city alive with cars like multicolored ants, villages with tiny toy churches.
“Something had happened to the night. The star-strewn indigo sky was suddenly pitch black and lightless - the stars, the moon, the misty streetlamps at either end of the alley had vanished. The distant rumble of cars and the whisper of trees had gone. The balmy evening was suddenly piercingly, bitingly cold. They were surrounded by total, impenetrable, silent darkness, as though some giant hand had dropped a thick, icy mantle over the entire alleyway, blinding them.”
Saddest scene ☞ the deathly hallows, the wandmaker“I want to do it properly,” were the ﬁrst words of which Harry was fully conscious of speaking. “Not by magic. Have you got a spade?” And shortly afterward he had set to work, alone, digging the grave in the place that Bill had shown him at the end of the garden, between bushes. He dug with a kind of fury, relishing the manual work, glorying in the non-magic of it, for every drop of his sweat and every blister felt like a gift to the elf who had saved their lives.
Today we acknowledge a really terrible loss. Cedric Diggory was as you all know, exceptionally hard-working, infinitely fair-minded, and a fierce, fierce friend. Now I believe you all have the right to know exactly how he died. You see, Cedric Diggory was murdered by Lord Voldemort. The Ministry of Magic, does not wish me to tell you this. But not doing so I think would be an insult to his memory. Now the pain we all feel, reminds me reminds us. That though we may come from different places, and speak in different tongues. Our hearts beat as one. The bonds of friendship we made this year, will be more important than ever. You remember that, and Cedric Diggory would not have died in vain. You remember that, and we will celebrate a boy who was kind, and honest, and fair, and true. Right to the very end.