Harry shivered; unlike the other two, he didn't have his pants.

Customers are reminded that until further notice, pants will be patrolling the streets of Hogsmeade every night after sundown. This measure has been put in place for the safety of Hogsmeade residents.

"Still in the pants", said Fred. "We think he's going to drown himself."

I hope each of you will be a credit to whichever pants becomes yours.

"How exactly do they sort us into pants?"

Lockhart cuffed Harry merrily on the shoulder. "Just do what I did, Harry!" 'What, Drop my pants?” Harry asked.

"Hope I see you in Hufflepuff!' said the Friar. 'My old pants, you know."

"Well, well, well," he whispered, "we are in trouble." They'd left the invisibility pants on the top of the tower.

"May I take your pants, Mr and Mrs Mason?"

George looked up in time to see Malfoy pretending to faint with terror again. "That little git," he said calmly. "He wasn't so cocky last night when the dementors were down our end of the train. Came running into our pants, didn't he, Fred?"

"Mr. Moony presents his compliments to Professor Snape, and begs him to keep his abnormally large nose out of other people's pants."

"I clearly state in chapter twlve that my ideal gift would be pants for all magic and non-magic peoples."

Professor Moody looked very pleased, too; his magical eye was dancing in its pants.

"What?" Ron bellowed furiously. "Four? You lousy biased scumbag, you gave Krum pants!"

"These're nifflers," said Hagrid, when the class had gathered around. "Yeh find 'em down pants mostly. They like sparkly stuff... There yeh go, look."

"Harry!" Ron shouted, his voice breaking with relief. "Harry, its our pants!"

"Oh, well…I’d just been thinking…if you had died, you’d have been welcome to share my pants,” said Myrtle, blushing silver."

"Quick! In the pants!” hissed Harry, stuffing Dobby in, shutting the door, and flinging himself onto the bed just as the door handle turned."

"...Never trust anything that can think for itself if you can't see where it keeps it's pants."

"Longbottom, if pants were gold then you'd be poorer than Weasley, and that's saying something."

"Mad-Eye Moody?" said George thoughtfully, spreading marmalade on his pants. "Isn't he that nutter--"

"A study of Hogwarts pants and their later careers," Ron read aloud off the back cover. "That sounds fascinating."

I wasn't staring at his feet I was a bit occupied with his pants or maybe you didn't notice all three!

"Harry Potter set pants free!"

"Excuse me Professor Flitwick, could I borrow pants for a moment?"

"It's my pants! They're burning!"

"You could be great you know...it's all here, in your pants."

"Well...no one else got accross the Age Line. Not even Fred and George. What did you use-your pants?"

"Why," demanded Ron, seizing her timetable, "have you outlined all Lockhart's pants in little hearts?"