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Directly Above Them, Framed In The Doorway From The Brain Room, Stood Albus Dumbledore, His Wand Aloft, His Face White And Furious. Harry Felt A Kind Of Electric Charge Surge Through Every Particle Of His Body - They Were Saved.

-J. K. Rowling

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J. K. Rowling

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Directly Above Them, Framed In The Doorway From The Brain Room, Stood Albus Dumbledore, His Wand Aloft, His Face White And Furious. Harry Felt A Kind Of Electric Charge Surge Through Every Particle Of His Body - They Were Saved.

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I Was Supposed To Be Waiting Up Here When You Got Back, Only Your Phoenix Lot Got In The Way...” “yes, They Do That,” Said Dumbledore.

Hello, Minister!" Bellowed Percy, Sending A Neat Jinx Straight At Thicknesse, Who Dropped His Wand And Clawed At The Front Of His Robes, Apparently In Awful Discomfort. "did I Mention I'm Resigning?

I Wasn't Paying Attention," Said Myrtle Dramatically. "peeves Upset Me So Much I Came In Here And Tried To Kill Myself. Then, Of Course, I Remembered That I'm -- That I'm --" "already Dead," Said Ron Hopefully. Myrtle Gave A Tragic Sob, Rose Up In The Air, Turned Over, And Dived Headfirst Into The Toilet, Splashing Water All Over Them And Vanishing From Sight, Although From The Direction Of Her Muffled Sobs, She Had Come To Rest Somewhere In The U-bend.

But She's Ditched Dean!

The Sky Outside The Window Was Changing Rapidly From Deep, Velvety Blue To Cold, Steely Gray And Then, Slowly, To Pink Shot With Gold.

At Least My Happiness Doesn't Depend On Ron's Goalkeeping Ability.

Order Of The Phoenix

Your Wheezy, Sir, Your Wheezy — Wheezy Who Is Giving Dobby His Sweater!

You're The One Who Is Weak. You Will Never Know Love Or Friendship. And I Feel Sorry For You.

I Have Spied For You And Lied For You, Put Myself In Mortal Danger For You. Everything Was Supposed To Be To Keep Lily Potter’s Son Safe. Now You Tell Me You Have Been Raising Him Like A Pig For Slaughter —

I Never Know," Harry Called To Hagrid Over The Noise Of The Cart, "what's The Difference Between A Stalagmite And A Stalactite?" "stalagmite's Got An 'm' In It," Said Hagrid.

How D’you Spell ‘belligerent’?” Said Ron, Shaking His Quill Very Hard While Staring At His Parchment. “it Can’t Be B — U — M —” “no, It Isn’t,” Said Hermione. “and ‘augury’ Doesn’t Begin O — R — G Either.

Warlock D. J. Prod Of Didsbury Says: “my Wife Used To Sneer At My Feeble Charms, But One Month Into Your Fabulous Kwikspell Course And I Succeeded In Turning Her Into A Yak! Thank You, Kwikspell!

Worst That Can Happen Is Hagrid’ll Have To Get Rid Of The Skrewts. Sorry ... Did I Say Worst? I Meant Best.

Ah Well... Wand Still In Your Jeans? Both Buttocks Still On? Okay, Let’s Go.

And Do I Look Like The Kind Of Man That Can Be Intimidated?" Barked Uncle Vernon. "well..." Said Moody, Pushing Back His Bowler Hat To Reveal His Sinisterly Revolving Eye. Uncle Vernon Lept Backward In Horror And Collided Painfully With A Luggage Trolley. "yes, I'd Have To Say You Do, Dursley.

I—i Didn't Think—" "that," Said Professor Mcgonagall, "is Obvious.

Professor Mcgonagall

We Have To Choose Between What Is Right, And What Is Easy.

Inspirational Tattoo

... You Could Claim That Anything's Real If The Only Basis For Believing In It Is That Nobody's Proved It Doesn't Exist!

And I Must Draft An Advertisement For The Daily Prophet, Too,' He Added Thoughtfully. 'we'll Be Needing A New Defense Against The Dark Arts Teacher.... Dear Me, We Do Seem To Run Through Them, Don't We?

There Was A Horrible Smell In The Kitchen The Next Morning When Harry Went In For Breakfast. It Seemed To Be Coming From A Large Metal Tub In The Sink. He Went To Have A Look. The Tub Was Full Of What Looked Like Dirty Rags Swimming In Gray Water. "what's This?" He Asked Aunt Petunia. "your New School Uniform," She Said. Harry Looked In The Bowl Again. "oh," He Said, "i Didn't Realize It Had To Be So Wet.

So Light A Fire!" Harry Choked. "yes...of Course...but There's No Wood!" ... "have You Gone Mad!" Ron Bellowed. "are You A Witch Or Not!

The Only Reason To Delay At This Point Was Because The Immediate Prospect Was So Deeply Uninviting.

I Think They Thought It Was Very Arrogant Of Me To Write The End Of My Seven Books Series When I Didn't Have A Publisher And No-one Had Heard Of Me

You Never Get It Right, You People, Do You? Either We've Got Fudge, Pretending Everything's Lovely While People Get Murdered Right Under His Nose, Or We've Got You, Chucking The Wrong People Into Jail And Trying To Pretend You've Got 'the Chosen One' Working For You!

I'm Not Putting Them On,” Said Old Archie In Indignation. “i Like A Healthy Breeze 'round My Privates, Thanks.

Oh No You Don’t, Laddie!” Harry Spun Around. Professor Moody Was Limping Down The Marble Staircase. His Wand Was Out And It Was Pointing Right At A Pure White Ferret, Which Was Shivering On The Stone-flagged Floor, Exactly Where Malfoy Had Been Standing.

Funny Harry Potter

Sukhvinder Wished That She Could Be More Like Krystal: Funny And Tough; Impossible To Intimidate; Always Coming Out Fighting.

What Are We Doing Here? Has Something Gone Wrong?” “oh No, Ron,” Came Fred’s Voice, Very Sarcastically. “no, This Is Exactly Where We Wanted To End Up.

Funny Harry Potter

Finding Out What You’re Good At, And Doing It To The Best Of Your Ability, Is The Route To Self-respect.

The Wizards Represent All That The True 'muggle' Most Fears: They Are Plainly Outcasts And Comfortable With Being So. Nothing Is More Unnerving To The Truly Conventional Than The Unashamed Misfit!

Draco Malfoy Is A Bad Boy!" Squeaked Dobby Angrily.

I've Got Two Daughters Who Will Have To Make Their Way In This Skinny-obsessed World, And It Worries Me, Because I Don't Want Them To Be Empty-headed, Self-obsessed, Emaciated Clones; I'd Rather They Were Independent, Interesting, Idealistic, Kind, Opinionated, Original, Funny – A Thousand Things, Before 'thin'. And Frankly, I'd Rather They Didn't Give A Gust Of Stinking Chihuahua Flatulence Whether The Woman Standing Next To Them Has Fleshier Knees Than They Do. Let My Girls Be Hermiones, Rather Than Pansy Parkinsons. Let Them Never Be Stupid Girls.

Well You Seemed Too Busy To Call Him A Prat And I Thought Someone Should.

I Have To Write The Story I Want To Write. I Never Wrote Them With A Focus Group Of 8-year-olds In Mind. I Have To Continue Telling The Story The Way I Want To Tell It.

Hello, Harry" Said George, Beaming At Him. "we Thought We Heard Your Dulcet Tones." "you Don't Want To Bottle Up Your Anger Like That, Harry, Let It All Out," Said Fred, Also Beaming. "there Might Be A Couple Of People Fifty Miles Away Who Didn't Hear You.

She Was On Edge, Feeling That She Might Snap Or Cry At The Smallest Provocation.

Longbottom, If Brains Were Gold, You'd Be Poorer Than Weasley, And That's Saying Something.

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