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He Was Tall, Thin, And Very Old, Judging By The Silver Of His Hair And Beard, Which Were Both Long Enough To Tuck Into His Belt. He Was Wearing Long Robes, A Purple Cloak That Swept The Ground, And High-heeled, Buckled Boots. His Blue Eyes Were Light, Bright, And Sparkling Behind Half-moon Spectacles And His Nose Was Very Long And Crooked, As Though It Had Been Broken At Least Twice. This Man's Name Was Albus Dumbledore.

-J. K. Rowling

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He Was Tall, Thin, And Very Old, Judging By The Silver Of His Hair And Beard, Which Were Both Long Enough To Tuck Into His Belt. He Was Wearing Long Robes, A Purple Cloak That Swept The Ground, And High-heeled, Buckled Boots. His Blue Eyes Were Light, Bright, And Sparkling Behind Half-moon Spectacles And His Nose Was Very Long And Crooked, As Though It Had Been Broken At Least Twice. This Man's Name Was Albus Dumbledore.

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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.

I Don't Take Any Responsibility For The Lunatic Fringes Of My Own Religion.

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There Is Plenty To Be Learned Even From A Bad Teacher: What Not To Do, How Not To Be

Neville Kicked Aside The Broken Fragments Of His Own Wand As They Walked Slowly Toward The Door. "my Gran's Going Do Kill Be," Said Neville Thickly, Blood Spattering From His Nose As He Spoke, "dat Was By Dad's Old Wand.

Part Of What Makes A Language 'alive' Is Its Constant Evolution. I Would Hate To Think Britain Would Ever Emulate France, Where They Actually Have A Learned Faculty Whose Job It Is To Attempt To Prevent The Incursion Of Foreign Words Into The Language. I Love Editing Harry With Arthur Levine, My American Editor-the Differences Between 'british English' (of Which There Must Be At Least 200 Versions) And 'american English' (ditto!) Are A Source Of Constant Interest And Amusement To Me.

Yeah, I Get A Death Scene, But What Does That Mean?

I Solemnly Swear That I Am Up To No Good.

The Stories We Love Best Do Live In Us Forever.

He Felt That He Was Still Groping In The Dark; He Had Chosen His Path But Kept Looking Back, Wondering Whether He Had Misread The Signs, Whether He Should Not Have Taken The Other Way.

She Navigated Away From The Parish Council Message Board And Dropped Into Her Favorite Medical Website, Where She Painstakingly Entered The Words "brain" And "death" In The Search Box. The Suggestions Were Endless. Shirley Scrolled Through The Possibilities, Her Mild Eyes Rolling Up And Down, Wondering To Which Of These Deadly Conditions, Some Of Them Unpronounceable, She Owed Her Present Happiness.

But As He Reached The Ground And Sprinted Towards The Dais, Lupin Grabbed Harry Around The Chest, Holding Him Back. There's Nothing You Can Do, Harry -' Get Him, Save Him, He's Only Just Gone Through!' - It's Too Late, Harry.' We Can Still Reach Him -' Harry Struggled Hard And Viciously, But Lupin Would Not Let Go... There's Nothing You Can Do, Harry...nothing...he's Gone.

Why Do I Talk About The Benefits Of Failure? Simply Because Failure Meant A Stripping Away Of The Inessential. I Stopped Pretending To Myself That I Was Anything Other Than What I Was, And Began To Direct All My Energy Into Finishing The Only Work That Mattered To Me.

The World Is My Oyster. I Can Do Whatever I Like.

Dumbledore Watched Her Fly Away, And As Her Silvery Glow Faded He Turned Back To Snape, And His Eyes Were Full Of Tears. "after All This Time?" "always," Said Snape.

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.

One Can Never Have Enough Socks

Funny Christmas

You Will Also Find That Help Will Always Be Given At Hogwarts To Those Who Ask For It.

Inspirational Harry Potter

Oh, Come Off It,” Said Ron, Striding Over To Her And Whipping Her Results Out Of Her Hand. “yep— Ten ‘outstandings’ And One ‘exceeds Expectations’ At Defense Against The Dark Arts.” He Looked Down At Her, Half-amused, Half-exasperated. “you’re Actually Disappointed, Aren’t You?

With All Of Their Benefits, And There Are Many, One Of The Things I Regret About E-books Is That They Have Taken Away The Necessity Of Trawling Foreign Bookshops Or The Shelves Of Holiday Houses To Find Something To Read. I've Come Across Gems And Stinkers That Way, And Both Can Be Fun.

The Fame Thing Is Interesting Because I Never Wanted To Be Famous, And I Never Dreamt I Would Be Famous. You Know, My Fantasy Of Being A Famous Writer, And Again There's A Slight Disconnect With Reality Which Happens A Lot With Me. I Imagined Being A Famous Writer Would Be Like Being Like Jane Austen.

Great, Tell Me When You've Defeated Voldemort For Me, Will You?

But People Only Die In Proper Duels, You Know, With Real Wizards. The Most You And Malfoy’ll Be Able To Do Is Send Sparks At Each Other. Neither Of You Knows Enough Magic To Do Any Real Damage. I Bet He Expected You To Refuse, Anyway.” “and What If I Wave My Wand And Nothing Happens?” “throw It Away And Punch Him On The Nose,” Ron Suggested.

Why Can’t I Drink The Potion Instead?” Asked Harry Desperately. “because I Am Much Older, Much Cleverer, And Much Less Valuable,” Said Dumbledore.

Such Loyalty Is Admirable, Of Course,” Said Scrimgeour, Who Seemed To Be Restraining His Irritation With Difficulty, “but Dumbledore Is Gone, Harry. He’s Gone.” “he Will Only Be Gone From The School When None Here Are Loyal To Him,” Said Harry, Smiling In Spite Of Himself.

Twilight Fell: The Sky Turned To A Light, Dusky Purple Littered With Tiny Silver Stars.

But She's Ditched Dean!

I Want To Commit The Murder I Was Imprisoned For.

I Felt I Had To Solve Everyone's Problems.

I Don't Know Who Maxime Thinks She's Kidding. If Hagrid's Half-giant, She Definitely Is. Big Bones... The Only Thing That's Got Bigger Bones Than Her Is A Dinosaur.

We Did It, We Bashed Them Wee Potter's The One, And Voldy's Gone Moldy, So Now Let's Have Fun!

You Are — Truly Your Father’s Son, Harry. . . .

Just Because You’re Allowed To Use Magic Now You Don’t Have To Whip Your Wands Out For Every Tiny Little Thing!

I Always Advise Children Who Ask Me For Tips On Being A Writer To Read As Much As They Possibly Can. Jane Austen Gave A Young Friend The Same Advice, So I'm In Good Company There.

How're We Getting To King's Cross Tomorrow, Dad?" Asked Fred As They Dug Into A Sumptuous Pudding. "the Ministry's Providing A Couple Of Cars," Said Mr. Weasley. Everyone Looked Up At Him. "why?" Said Percy Curiously. "it's Because Of You, Perce," Said George Seriously. "and There'll Be Little Flags On The Hoods, With Hb On Them-" "-for Humongous Bighead," Said Fred.

I've Been Writing My Entire Life, And I'll Always Write. But At Times I Have Told Myself That I Don't Necessarily Have To Publish Anything Else.

I Just Write What I Wanted To Write. I Write What Amuses Me. It's Totally For Myself. I Never In My Wildest Dreams Expected This Popularity.

Sounded Like A Load Of Waffle To Me." "there Was Some Important Stuff Hidden In The Waffle.

Lord Voldermort Has Risen Again.

And What In The Name Of Merlin’s Most Baggy Y Fronts Was That About?

It Is Our Choices... That Show What We Truly Are, Far More Than Our Abilities.

They Heard The Click Of The Mail Slot And Flop Of Letters On The Doormat. "get The Mail, Dudley," Said Uncle Vernon From Behind His Paper. "make Harry Get It." "get The Mail, Harry." "make Dudley Get It." "poke Him With Your Smelting Stick, Dudley.

But Snape Always Seemed To Hate Me So Much.

You'd Better Hurry Up, They'll Be Waiting For 'the Chosen Captain' — 'the Boy Who Scored'— Whatever They Call You These Days.

In The End, Love Wins. It Does Win. We Know It Wins. When A Person Dies, Love Isn’t Turned Off Like A Faucet. It Is An Amazingly Resilient Part Of Us.

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