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He Did Not Know Or Care Whether They Were Wizards Or Muggles, Friends Or Foes; All He Cared About Was That A Dark Stain Was Spreading Across Dobby's Front, And That He Had Stretched Out His Thin Arms To Harry With A Look Of Supplication. Harry Caught Him And Laid Him Sideways On The Cool Grass. "dobby, No, Don't Die, Don't Die -" The Elf's Eyes Found Him, And His Lips Trembled With The Effort To Form Words. "harry...potter..." And Then With A Little Shudder The Elf Became Quite Still, And His Eyes Were Nothing More Than Great Glassy Orbs, Sprinkled With Light From The Stars They Could Not See.

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He Did Not Know Or Care Whether They Were Wizards Or Muggles, Friends Or Foes; All He Cared About Was That A Dark Stain Was Spreading Across Dobby's Front, And That He Had Stretched Out His Thin Arms To Harry With A Look Of Supplication. Harry Caught Him And Laid Him Sideways On The Cool Grass. "dobby, No, Don't Die, Don't Die -" The Elf's Eyes Found Him, And His Lips Trembled With The Effort To Form Words. "harry...potter..." And Then With A Little Shudder The Elf Became Quite Still, And His Eyes Were Nothing More Than Great Glassy Orbs, Sprinkled With Light From The Stars They Could Not See.

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What I Would Most Like To Think They Would Take Away, Is What I Take Away When I Read My Favorite Books. Which Is The Knowledge That There Is Always Somewhere You Can Go, That You Love, And Where You're Safe. And That's How I Feel About My Favorite Books, Wherever I Am, If I've Got That Book With Me, I've Got A Place Where I Can Go And Be Happy. So If That Place Is Hogwarts For Anyone, Then I Couldn't Be More Honored Or Humbled.

Have You Any Idea How Much Tyrants Fear The People They Oppress?

I Sometimes Find, And I Am Sure You Know The Feeling, That I Simply Have Too Many Thoughts And Memories Crammed Into My Mind. “at These Times, I Use The Pensieve. One Simply Siphons The Excess Thoughts From One’s Mind, Pours Them Into The Basin, And Examines Them At One’s Leisure. It Becomes Easier To Spot Patterns And Links, You Understand, When They Are In This Form.

Holey? You Have The The Whole World Of Ear-related Humor Before You, You Go For Holey?

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But You've Been Too Busy Saving The Wizarding World. Well ... I Can't Say I'm Surprised. I Knew This Would Happen In The End. I Knew You Wouldn't Be Happy Unless You Were Hunting Voldemort. Maybe That's Why I Like You So Much.

I Don't Feel I Owe My Readers Details Of My Family's Private Life.

Don't Be Sorry, My Dear Sir, For Nothing Could Upset Me Today! Rejoice, For You-know-who Is Gone At Last! Even Muggles Like Yourself Should Be Celebrating This Happy, Happy Day.

Jane Austen Is The Pinnacle To Which All Other Authors Aspire.

I Remember The First Time I Heard A Teenager Say 'lol.' Just What? But It Means 'laugh.' Why Don't You Just Laugh? What Are You Doing?

I Must Admit, Peter, I Have Difficulty In Understanding Why An Innocent Man Would Want To Spend Twelve Years As A Rat.

Sure You Can Manage That Broom, Potter?" Said A Cold, Drawling Voice. Draco Malfoy Had Arrived For A Closer Look, Crabbe And Goyle Right Behind Him. "yeah, Reckon So," Said Harry Casually. "got Plenty Of Special Features, Hasn't It?" Said Malfoy, Eyes Glittering Maliciously. "shame It Doesn't Come With A Parachute - In Case You Get Too Near A Dementor." Crabbe And Goyle Sniggered. "pity You Can't Attach An Extra Arm To Yours, Malfoy," Said Harry. "then It Could Catch The Snitch For You.

A Good First Impression Can Work Wonders

First Impression

Mad Eye' Moody On The Avada Kedavra Curse: "not Nice," He Said Calmly. "not Pleasant. And There's No Counter Curse. There's No Blocking It. Only One Known Person Has Ever Survived It, And He's Sitting Right In Front Of Me.

The Owls Are Gathering; Find Out Why Soon.

I Am The Freest Author In The World.

But I Don’t Think I’ve Ever Known Such A Natural At Potions!” Said Slughorn. “instinctive, You Know — Like His Mother! I’ve Only Ever Taught A Few With This Kind Of Ability, I Can Tell You That, Sybill — Why Even Severus —” And To Harry’s Horror, Slughorn Threw Out An Arm And Seemed To Scoop Snape Out Of Thin Air Toward Them.

I Always Have A Basic Plot Outline, But I Like To Leave Some Things To Be Decided While I Write.

Dumbledore Lowered His Hands And Surveyed Harry Through His Half-moon Glasses. 'it Is Time,’ He Said, ‘for Me To Tell You What I Should Have Told You Five Years Ago, Harry. Please Sit Down. I Am Going To Tell You Everything.

I Can Write Anywhere. I Made Up The Names Of The Characters On A Sick Bag While I Was On An Airplane. I Told This To A Group Of Kids And A Boy Said, "ah, No, That's Disgusting." And I Said, "well, I Hadn't Used The Sick Bag."

There Appears To Be Something To Do With Vehicles And Movement That Stimulates My Writing.

He Gave Everything To Everybody. Except To Me.

Young People Are So Infernally Convinced That They Are Absolutely Right About Everything.

A Lemon Drop. They're A Kind Of Muggle Sweet I'm Rather Fond Of.

I Don't Mean To Be Rude—" He Began, In A Tone That Threatened Rudeness In Every Syllable. "yet, Sadly, Accidental Rudeness Occurs Alarmingly Often," Dumbledore Finished The Sentence Gravely.

Training For The Ballet, Potter?" Yelled Malfoy.

Abundance Is The Quality Of Life You Live And Quality Of Life You Give To Others.

Rock Bottom Can Be A Solid Foundation From Which You Can Rebuild Your Life On.

Solid Foundation

Miss Granger, You Foolish Girl, How Could You Think Of Tackling A Mountain Troll On Your Own? Five Points Will Be Taken From Gryffindor For This,” Said Professor Mcgonagall. “i’m Very Disappointed In You.” Hermione Left. Professor Mcgonagall Turned To Harry And Ron. “well, I Still Say You Were Lucky, But Not Many First Years Could Have Taken On A Full-grown Mountain Troll. You Each Win Gryffindor Five Points.

And Percy Was Shaking His Brother, And Ron Was Kneeling Beside Them, And Fred's Eyes Stared Without Seeing, The Ghost Of His Last Laugh Still Etched Upon His Face.

An Unbreakable Vow?" Said Ron, Looking Stunned. "nah, He Can’t Have.... Are You Sure?" "yes I’m Sure," Said Harry. "why, What Does It Mean?" "well, You Can’t Break An Unbreakable Vow..." "i’d Worked That Much Out For Myself, Funnily Enough.

Odd Words Floated Back To Them Over The Hundreds Of Heads. "nobility Of Spirit"..."intellectual Contribution"..."greatness Of Heart"...it Did Not Mean Very Much. It Had Little To Do With Dumbledore As Harry Had Known Him. He Suddenly Remembered Dumbledore's Idea Of A Few Words, "nitwit," "oddment," "blubber," And "tweak," And Again Had To Suppress A Grin.

I've Never Managed To Keep A Journal Longer Than Two Weeks.

I Was Very Low And I Had To Achieve Something. Without The Challenge, I Would Have Gone Stark Raving Mad.

Shut Your Mouth! You Dare Speak His Name With Your Unworthy Lips, You Dare Besmirch It With Your Half-blood's Tongue, You Dare —

If You Have To Ask, You’ll Never Know. If You Know, You Need Only Ask.

I Think That Emotionally, I've Probably Felt A Little Bit More Balanced When I Started Writing Again.

He's A Funny Man, Dumbledore. I Think He Sort Of Wanted To Give Me A Chance. I Think He Knows More Or Less Everything That Goes On Here, You Know. I Reckon He Had A Pretty Good Idea We Were Going To Try, And Instead Of Stopping Us, He Just Taught Us Enough To Help. I Don't Think It Was An Accident He Let Me Find Out How The Mirror Worked. It's Almost Like He Thought I Had The Right To Face Voldemort If I Could.

When In Doubt, Go To The Library.

October Extinguished Itself In A Rush Of Howling Winds And Driving Rain And November Arrived, Cold As Frozen Iron, With Hard Frosts Every Morning And Icy Drafts That Bit At Exposed Hands And Faces.

The Knowledge That You Have Emerged Wiser And Stronger From Setbacks Means That You Are, Ever After, Secure In Your Ability To Survive. You Will Never Truly Know Yourself, Or The Strength Of Your Relationships, Until Both Have Been Tested By Adversity. Such Knowledge Is A True Gift, For All That It Is Painfully Won, And It Has Been Worth More Than Any Qualification I Ever Earned.

Amazing, How Much More Difficult It Was To Extend His Arm Twelve Inches And Touch Her Hand Than It Was To Snatch A Speeding Snitch From Midair.

If You Don’t Like To Read, You Haven’t Found The Right Book.

Years Ago Someone Wrote [about Me]: 'she Characterizes Molly Weasley As A Mother Who Is Only At Home Looking After The Children.' I Was Deeply Offended, Because I Until A Year Before That Had Also Been Such A Mother Who Was At Home All The Time Taking Care Of Her Child [...] What Has Lesser Status And Is More Difficult Than Raising A Child? And What Is More Important?

Can't Stay Long, Mother," He Said. "i'm Up Front, The Prefects Have Got Two Compartments To Themselves-" "oh, Are You A Prefect, Percy?" Said One Of The Twins, With An Air Of Great Surprise. "you Should Have Said Something, We Had No Idea." "hang On, I Think I Remember Him Saying Something About It," Said The Other Twin. "once-" "or Twice-" "a Minute-" "all Summer-" "oh, Shut Up," Said Percy The Prefect.

I Have Some Problems With Conventional Organized Religion.

I Believe That Lack Of Empathy Is Behind Many Problems, And I Believe That It's Disrupting Our Society. In Great Britain, There Is A Steady Decline In The Willingness To Be Truly Generous, And By That I Don't Mean Monetary Generosity, But Friendship And Sympathy For Others.

I Am Not Worried, Harry," Said Dumbledore, His Voice A Little Stronger Despite The Freezing Water. "i Am With You.

Ron: Why Spiders? Why Couldn't It Be "follow The Butterflies?

Funny Harry Potter

Crackers!” Said Dumbledore Enthusiastically, Offering The End Of A Large Silver Noisemaker To Snape, Who Took It Reluctantly.

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