Winky interrupted her, “Now, the trip is long missus, and there will be dangerous bits in it. I will protect you with my magic.” “Your magi-” “Here, let me kiss you,” she said. “WHY?!” “No one will hurt anyone kissed by the Witch of the North, of course!” Winky said, pulling her arm down. “Come now, let me kiss you.” “Gerroff!” “Come here-” “Argh!” There was a scuffle, before Ginny ended up with a big, wet, unpleasant kiss on her forehead, and she made a gagging face, as Winky’s breath smelled vaguely of butterbeer left out too long.

Hermione said, “Tell me something about the country you come from!”
“Where I am from, there is a great battle being waged. A great war between good and evil. There are people who feel that magic should be the only kind of person living there, and that anyone who doesn’t have magic isn’t good enough to live. The rest of us know that we can all live together, as we always have.”
“How perfectly terrible!” said Hermione sadly. “I shouldn’t have been let to live, for I have both no magic and no brains.”