Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire
Really, Hagrid, if you are holding out for universal popularity, I'm afraid you will be in this cabin for a very long time [...] Not a week has passed since I became headmaster of this school when I haven't had at least one owl complaining about the way I run it. But what should I do? Barricade myself in my study and refuse to talk to anybody? (24.179)
"I see two possibilities, Alastor," said Fudge. "Either Crouch has finally cracked – more than likely, I'm sure you'll agree, given his personal history – lost his mind, and gone wandering off somewhere –"
"He wandered extremely quickly, if that is the case, Cornelius," said Dumbledore calmly. (29.152-3)
And now Wormtail was whimpering. He pulled a long, thin, shining silver dagger from inside his cloak. His voice broke into petrified sobs.
"Flesh – of the servant – w-willingly given – you will – revive – your master."
He stretched his right hand out in front of him – the hand with the missing finger. He gripped the dagger very tightly in his left hand and swung it upward. (32.40-2)