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I Never Need To Find Time To Read. When People Say To Me, ‘oh, Yeah, I Love Reading. I Would Love To Read, But I Just Don’t Have Time,’ I’m Thinking, ‘how Can You Not Have Time?’ I Read When I’m Drying My Hair. I Read In The Bath. I Read When I’m Sitting In The Bathroom. Pretty Much Anywhere I Can Do The Job One-handed, I Read.

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I Never Need To Find Time To Read. When People Say To Me, ‘oh, Yeah, I Love Reading. I Would Love To Read, But I Just Don’t Have Time,’ I’m Thinking, ‘how Can You Not Have Time?’ I Read When I’m Drying My Hair. I Read In The Bath. I Read When I’m Sitting In The Bathroom. Pretty Much Anywhere I Can Do The Job One-handed, I Read.

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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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Yeah 'ear 'ear," Said George, With Half A Glance At Fred, The Corner Of Whose Mouth Twitched.

Dementors Are Among The Foulest Creatures That Walk This Earth. They Infest The Darkest, Filthiest Places, They Glory In Decay And Despair, They Drain Peace, Hope, And Happiness Out Of The Air Around Them. Even Muggles Feel Their Presence, Though They Can’t See Them. Get Too Near A Dementor And Every Good Feeling, Every Happy Memory Will Be Sucked Out Of You. If It Can, The Dementor Will Feed On You Long Enough To Reduce You To Something Like Itself — Soul-less And Evil. You’ll Be Left With Nothing But The Worst Experiences Of Your Life.

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You Are Omniscient As Ever, Dumbledore." "oh, No, Merely Friendly With The Local Barmen.

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?

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Fred And George Turned To Each Other And Said Together, "wow, We're Identical!" "i Dunno Though, I Think I'm Still Better Looking," Said Fred, Examining His Reflection In The Kettle.

Well, That Was A Bit Stupid Of You,” Said Ginny Angrily, “seeing As You Don’t Know Anyone But Me Who’s Been Possessed By You-know-who, And I Can Tell You How It Feels.” Harry Remained Quite Still As The Impact Of These Words Hit Him. Then He Turned On The Spot To Face Her. “i Forgot,” He Said. “lucky You,” Said Ginny Coolly. “i’m Sorry,” Harry Said, And He Meant It.

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Harry Had The Impression That Even The Barman Was Listening In. He Was Wiping The Same Glass With The Filthy Rag; It Was Becoming Steadily Dirtier.

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The Difficult Thing, The Glorious Thing, Was To Be Who You Really Were, Even If That Person Was Cruel Or Dangerous, Particularly If Cruel And Dangerous. There Was Courage In Not Distinguishing The Animal You Happened To Be. On The Other Hand, You Had To Avoid Pretending To Be More Of An Animal Than You Were: Take That Path, Start Exaggerating Or Faking And You Became Just Another Cubby, Just As Much Of A Liar, A Hypocrite

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Everybody Finished The Song At Different Times. Dumbledore Conducted Their Last Few Lines With His Wand And When They Had Finished, He Was One Of Those Who Clapped Loudest. 'ah Music,' He Said, Wiping His Eyes. 'a Magic Beyond All We Do Here!

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Seven Years After Becoming A Lone Parent, I Feel Qualified To Look Anyone In The Eye And Say That People Bringing Up Children Single-handedly Deserve, Not Condemnation, But Congratulation.

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I Think What Is Probably Hard For People To Imagine Is How Wrapped Up The 17 Years' Work On Harry Potter Is With What Was Going On In My Life At The Time. I Was Mourning The Loss Of This World That I Had Written For So Long And Loved So Much. I Was Also Mourning The Retreat It Had Been From - From Ordinary Life, Which It Has Been. And It Forced Me To Look Back At 17 Years Of My Life And Remember Things.

Lord Voldermort Has Risen Again.

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Funny Harry Potter

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He Sounds Exactly Like Moody," Said Harry Quietly, Tucking The Letter Away Again Inside His Robes. "'constant Vigilance!' You'd Think I Walk Around With My Eyes Shut, Banging Off The Walls.

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Congratulations

Be Ruthless About Protecting Writing Days, I.e., Do Not Cave In To Endless Requests To Have "essential" And "long Overdue" Meetings On Those Days. The Funny Thing Is That, Although Writing Has Been My Actual Job For Several Years Now, I Still Seem To Have To Fight For Time In Which To Do It. Some People Do Not Seem To Grasp That I Still Have To Sit Down In Peace And Write The Books, Apparently Believing That They Pop Up Like Mushrooms Without My Connivance. I Must Therefore Guard The Time Allotted To Writing As A Hungarian Horntail Guards Its Firstborn Egg.

Yeah, Size Is No Guarantee Of Power,” Said George. “look At Ginny.” “what D’you Mean?” Said Harry. “you’ve Never Been On The Receiving End Of One Of Her Bat-bogey Hexes, Have You?

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I Really Like How The Sixth Book Is Going. A Lot Happens In The Sixth Book And A Lot Of Questions Are Answered. I Really Have A Sense That We Are Nearly There And It Is Time For Answers, Not More Questions And Clues, Although Obviously There Are A Few Clues As I Am Not Quite Finished Yet.

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Long Ago, When Harry Had Been Left Alone While The Dursley's Went Out To Enjoy Themselves, The Hours Of Solitude Had Been A Rare Treat: Pausing Only To Sneak Something Tasty From The Fridge, He Had Rushed Upstairs To Play On Dudley's Computer, Or Put On The Television And Flicked Through The Channels To His Heart's Content. It Gave Him An Odd Empty Feeling To Remember Those Times; It Was Like Remembering A Younger Brother Whom He Had Lost.

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They Were Bullyin' Him, Hermione, 'cause He's So Small!" Said Hagrid. "small?" Said Hermione. "small?" "hermione, I Couldn't Leave Him," Said Hagrid, Tears Now Trickling Down His Bruised Face Into His Beard. "see -- He's My Brother!

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No, Thanks," Said Harry. "the Toilet's Never Had Anything As Horrible As Your Head Down It— It Might Be Sick." Then He Ran, Before Dudley Could Work Out What He'd Said.

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At That Moment, Harry Fully Understood For The First Time Why People Said Dumbledore Was The Only Wizard Voldemort Had Ever Feared. The Look Upon Dumbledore's Face As He Stared Down At The Unconscious Form Of Mad-eye Moody Was More Terrible Than Harry Could Have Ever Imagined. There Was No Benign Smile Upon Dumbledore's Face, No Twinkle In The Eyes Behind The Spectacles. There Was Cold Fury In Every Line Of The Ancient Face; A Sense Of Power Radiated From Dumbledore As Though He Were Giving Off Burning Heat.

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

Destiny Is A Name Often Given In Retrospect To Choices That Had Dramatic Consequences.

I've Decided To Call Him Norbert,' Said Hagrid, Looking At The Dragon With Misty Eyes. 'he Really Knows Me Now, Watch. Norbert! Norbert! Where's Mummy?' 'he's Lost His Marbles,' Ron Muttered In Harry's Ear. 'hagrid,' Said Harry Loudly, 'give It A Fortnight And Norbert's Going To Be As Big As Your House. Malfoy Could Go To Dumbledore At Any Moment. Hagrid Bit His Lip. 'i- I Know I Can't Jus' Dump Him, I Can't.' Harry Suddenly Turned To Ron. 'charlie,' He Said. 'you're Losing It Too,' Said Ron. 'i'm Ron, Remember?

You Know, Minister, I Disagree With Dumbledore On Many Counts...but You Cannot Deny He's Got Style.

I'm A Writer, And I Will Write What I Want To Write.

Scrimgeour: "it's Time You Learned Some Respect!" Harry: "it's Time You Earned It.

Deathly Hallows

They Don't Know We're Not Allowed To Use Magic At Home. I'm Going To Have A Lot Of Fun With Dudley This Summer.

It Was His Own Grief Turned Magically To Song.

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.

Howard Was Almost As Fond Of This Hall As He Was Of His Own Shop. The Brownies Used It On Tuesdays, And The Women's Institute On Wednesdays. It Had Hosted Jumble Sales And Jubilee Celebrations, Wedding Receptions And Wakes, And It Smelled Of All Of These Things: Of Stale Clothes And Coffee Urns, And The Ghosts Of Home-baked Cakes And Meat Salads; Of Dust And Human Bodies; But Primarily Of Aged Wood And Stone.

Many Are Whispering That Voldemort Must Be Behind It. However, That Is The Point: They Whisper. They Daren’t Confide In Each Other, Not Knowing Whom To Trust; They Are Scared To Speak Out, In Case Their Suspicions Are True And Their Families Are Targeted. Yes, Voldemort Is Playing A Very Clever Game. Declaring Himself Might Have Provoked Open Rebellion: Remaining Masked Has Created Confusion, Uncertainty, And Fear.

I Bet You’re Not Dangerous At All, Are You? Are You, You Great Ugly Brute?

Mclaggen Makes Grawp Look Like A Gentleman.

Harry, Despite Your Privileged Insight Into Voldemort’s World (which, Incidentally, Is A Gift Any Death Eater Would Kill To Have), You Have Never Been Seduced By The Dark Arts, Never, Even For A Second, Shown The Slightest Desire To Become One Of Voldemort’s Followers!” “of Course I Haven’t!” Said Harry Indignantly. “he Killed My Mum And Dad!” “you Are Protected, In Short, By Your Ability To Love!” Said Dumbledore Loudly.

Karakarof Spat Onto The Ground At Dumbledore's Feet. In One Swift Movement, Hagrid Seized The Front Of Karkaroff's Furs, Lifted Him Into The Air, And Slammed Him Against A Nearby Tree.

Utiliza El Nombre Correcto Para Las Cosas. El Miedo A Un Nombre Aumenta El Miedo A La Cosa Que Se Nombra.

Professor Kettleburn, Our Care Of Magical Creatures Teacher, Retired At The End Of Last Year In Order To Enjoy More Time With His Remaining Limbs.

Dark Times Lie Ahead Of Us And There Will Be A Time When We Must Choose Between What Is Easy And What Is Right. -albus Dumbledore

It's Best To Know What The Enemy Are Saying.

Their Reward For Enduring The Awful Experience Was The Right To Tell People About It.

This Is Not About Money Or Anything Other Than The Pleasure Of Reading For People Who Want To Read It.

I Have Some Problems With Conventional Organized Religion.

The Barman Sidled Toward Them Out Of A Back Room. He Was A Grump-looking Old Man With A Great Deal Of A Long Gray Hair And A Beard. He Was Tall And Thin And Looked Vaguely Familiar To Harry.

No Story Lives Unless Someone Wants To Listen. So Thank You, All Of You.

The Spells Are Made Up. I Have Met People Who Assure Me, Very Seriously, That They Are Trying To Do Them, And I Can Assure Them, Just As Seriously, That They Don’t Work.

When You Have That Last Piece Of The Jigsaw, Everything Will, I Hope, Be Clear..." -albus Dumbledore

Well, I Certainly Don't," Said Percy Sanctimoniously. "i Shudder To Think What The State Of My In-tray Would Be If I Was Away From Work For Five Days." "yeah, Someone Might Slip Dragon Dung In It Again, Eh, Perce?" Said Fred. "that Was A Sample Of Fertilizer From Norway!" Said Percy, Going Very Red In The Face. "it Was Nothing Personal!" "it Was," Fred Whispered To Harry As They Got Up From The Table. "we Sent It.

Funny Harry Potter

My Head Of House Said I Lacked Certain Necessary Qualities...like The Ability To Behave Myself.

Nasty Temper He's Got, That Sirius Black.

Get Off Me,” Harry Spat, Throwing Pettigrew’s Hands Off Him In Disgust. “i’m Not Doing This For You. I’m Doing It Because — I Don’t Reckon My Dad Would’ve Wanted Them To Become Killers — Just For You.

I Expect What You're Not Aware Of Would Fill Several Books, Dursely.

You're A Wizard, Harry.

Inspirational Harry Potter

It Is The Unknown We Fear When We Look Upon Death And Darkness, Nothing More.

Don't Talk To Me." "why Not?" "because I Want To Fix That In My Memory For Ever. Draco Malfoy, The Amazing Bouncing Ferret.

There Was A Brief Silence In Which The Distant Echo Of Hagrid Smashing Down A Wooden Front Door Seemed To Reverberate Through The Intervening Years.

The Chamber Of Secrets Had Been Opened. Enemies Of The Heir, Beware.

Harry Looked Down And Saw Deep Green Mountains And Lakes, Coppery In The Sunset.

But You're Dead,' Said Harry. 'oh, Yes,' Said Dumbledore Matter-of-factly. 'then... Am I Dead Too?' 'ah,' Said Dumbledore, Smiling Still More Broadly. 'that Is The Question, Isn't It? On The Whole, Dear Boy, I Think Not.

I Did Not Set Out To Convert Anyone To Christianity.

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.

'harry Potter' Gave Me Back Self Respect. Harry Gave Me A Job To Do That I Loved More Than Anything Else.

Gosh, What A Gripping Story. You Must Have Been Simply Terrified. Meanwhile We Went To Godric's Hollow And, Let's Think, What Happened There, Harry? Oh Yes, You-know-who's Snake Turned Up, It Nearly Killed Both Of Us, And Then You-know-who Himself Arrived And Missed Us By About A Second. Imagine Losing Fingernails, Harry! That Really Puts Our Sufferings Into Perspective, Doesn't It?

But I Got This Far, Didn’t I?” He Said Slowly. “they Thought I’d Die In The Attempt, But I’m Here . . . And You’re In My Power. . . . I’m The One With The Wand. . . . You’re At My Mercy. . .

It Was, He Thought, The Difference Between Being Dragged Into The Arena To Face A Battle To The Death And Walking Into The Arena With Your Head Held High. Some People, Perhaps, Would Say That There Was Little To Choose Between The Two Ways, But Dumbledore Knew - And So Do I, Thought Harry, With A Rush Of Fierce Pride, And So Did My Parents - That There Was All The Difference In The World.

It's Just Hard," Harry Said Finally, In A Low Voice, "to Realize He Won't Write Me Again

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.

Lee Jordan Was Finding It Difficult Not To Take Sides. 'so — After That Obvious And Disgusting Bit Of Cheating —' 'jordan!' Growled Professor Mcgonagall. 'i Mean After That Open And Revolting Foul —' 'jordan, I'm Warning You —' 'all Right, All Right. Flint Nearly Kills The Gryffindor Seeker, Which Could Happen To Anyone, I'm Sure, So A Penalty To Gryffindor, Taken By Spinnet, Who Puts It Away, No Trouble, And We Continue Play, Gryffindor Still In Possession.

Next Time There’s A Ball, Ask Me Before Someone Else Does, And Not As A Last Resort!

Hagrid, Look What I’ve Got For Relatives!” Harry Said Furiously. “look At The Dursleys!” “an Excellent Point,” Said Professor Dumbledore. “my Own Brother, Aberforth, Was Prosecuted For Practicing Inappropriate Charms On A Goat. It Was All Over The Papers, But Did Aberforth Hide? No, He Did Not! He Held His Head High And Went About His Business As Usual! Of Course, I’m Not Entirely Sure He Can Read, So That May Not Have Been Bravery. . . .

Bad News, Harry. I've Just Been To See Professor Mcgonagall About The Firebolt. She – Er, Got A Bit Shirty With Me. Told Me I'd Got My Priorities Wrong. Seemed To Think I Cared More About Winning The Cup Than I Do About Staying Alive. Just Because I Told Her I Didn't Care If It Threw You Off, As Long As You Caught The Snitch First.

There,” She Said Softly. “now He Could Be Sleeping.

Is It True That You Shouted At Professor Umbridge?" "yes." "you Called Her A Liar?" "yes." "you Told Her He Who Must Not Be Named Is Back?" "yes." "have A Biscuit, Potter.

I Tell You, That Dragon's The Most Horrible Animal I've Ever Met, But The Way Hagrid Goes On About It, You'd Think It Was A Fluffy Little Bunny Rabbit.

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

She Picked Up The Book And Then Walked Back Past Him Into The Tent, But As She Did So, She Brushed The Top Of His Head Lightly With Her Hand. He Closed His Eyes At Her Touch, And Hated Himself For Wishing That What She Said Was True: That Dumbledore Had Really Cared.

For Instance, This New Idea That You-know-who Can Kill With A Single Glance From His Eyes. That’s A Basilisk, Listeners. One Simple Test: Check Whether The Thing That’s Glaring At You Has Got Legs. If It Has, It’s Safe To Look Into Its Eyes, Although If It Really Is You-know-who, That’s Still Likely To Be The Last Thing You Ever Do.

Wow, We're Identical!

I Think Writing About The Time In Hermione’s Life That I Write About – Growing From Childhood Into Womanhood, Literally, I Think It Brought Back To Me How Very Difficult It Is.so Much Is Expected Of You As You Become A Woman, And Often You Are Asked To Sacrifice Parts Of You In Becoming A Girl, I Would Say. Hermione Doesn’t.

You Can Exist Without Your Soul, You Know, As Long As Your Brain And Heart Are Still Working. But You’ll Have No Sense Of Self Anymore, No Memory, No . . . Anything. There’s No Chance At All Of Recovery. You’ll Just — Exist. As An Empty Shell. And Your Soul Is Gone Forever . . . Lost.

In Opening Them, He Discovered That He Had Eyes.

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