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If Someone Asked For My Recipe For Happiness, Step One Would Be Finding Out What You Love Most In The World And Step Two Would Be Finding Someone To Pay You To Do It. I Consider Myself Very Lucky Indeed To Be Able To Support Myself By Writing.

-J. K. Rowling

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If Someone Asked For My Recipe For Happiness, Step One Would Be Finding Out What You Love Most In The World And Step Two Would Be Finding Someone To Pay You To Do It. I Consider Myself Very Lucky Indeed To Be Able To Support Myself By Writing.

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Oh, Get Out Of The Way, Percy,” Said Fred. “harry’s In A Hurry.” “yeah, He’s Off To The Chamber Of Secrets For A Cup Of Tea With His Fanged Servant,” Said George, Chortling.

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Yet, Sadly, Accidental Rudeness Occurs Alarmingly Often. Best To Say Nothing At All, My Dear Man.

However,' Said Dumbledore, Speaking Very Slowly And Clearly So That None Of Them Could Miss A Word, 'you Will Find That I Will Only Truly Have Left This School When None Here Are Loyal To Me. You Will Also Find That Help Will Be Given At Hogwarts To Those Who Ask For It.

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It Was As Though They Had Been Plunged Into A Fabulous Dream. This, Thought Harry, Was Surely The Only Way To Travel - Past Swirls And Turrets Of Snowy Cloud, In A Car Full Of Hot, Bright Sunlight, With A Fat Pack Of Toffees In The Glove Compartment.

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Yes, Harry Potter!” Said Dobby At Once, His Great Eyes Shining With Excitement. “and If Dobby Does It Wrong, Dobby Will Throw Himself Off The Topmost Tower, Harry Potter!” “there Won’t Be Any Need For That,” Said Harry Hastily.

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The Opportunity Was Too Perfect To Miss. Harry Crept Silently Around Behind Malfoy, Crabbe, And Goyle, Bent Down, And Scooped A Large Handful Of Mud Out Of The Path. 'we Were Just Talking About Your Friend Hagrid,' Malfoy Said To Ron. 'just Trying To Imagine What He's Saying To The Committee For The Disposal Of Dangerous Creatures. D'you Think He'll Cry When They Cut Off His Hippogriff's—' Splat. Malfoy's Head Jerked Back As The Mud Hit Him; His Silverblond Hair Was Suddenly Dripping In Muck.

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Everybody Finished The Song At Different Times. At Last, Only The Weasley Twins Were Left Singing Along To A Very Slow Funeral March.

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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?

Some Of Her Self-hatred Had Oozed Out With The Blood.

Even If I Could, I Wouldn't. Scars Can Come In Handy. I Have One Myself Above My Left Knee That Is A Perfect Map Of The London Underground.

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I Don't Think About Who The Audience Is For My Books.

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What's That Supposed To Be Anyway?" Said Fred Squinting At Dobby's Painting. "looks Like A Gibbon With Two Black Eyes!" "it's Harry," Said George Pointing At The Back Of The Picture. "says So On The Back." "good Likeness," Said Fred Grinning. Harry Threw His New Homework Diary At Him.

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He Read The Letter Again, But Could Not Take In Any More Meaning Than He Had Done The First Time And Was Reduced To Staring At The Handwriting Itself. She Had Made Her G's The Same Way He Did : He Searched Through The Letter For Every One Of Them, And Each Felt Like A Friendly Little Wave Glimpsed From Behind A Veil. The Letter Was An Incredible Treasure, Proof That Lily Potter Had Lived, Really Lived, That Her Warm Hand Had Once Moved Across This Parchment, Tracing Ink Into These Letters, These Words, Words About Him, Harry, Her Son.

Yeah, But Coming From Dudley That's Like "i Love You.

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Did You See Me Disarm Hermione, Harry?" "only Once" Said Hermione Stung. "i Got You Loads More Then You Got Me—" "i Did Not Only Get You Once, I Got You At Least Three Times—" "well If You're Counting The One Where You Tripped Over Your Own Feet And Knocked The Wand Out Of My Hand—

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He Had Fought Back With Every Weapon In His Arsenal, Being Alternatively Obtuse, Evasive And Pedantic, For It Was Wonderful How You Could Obscure An Emotional Issue By Appearing To Seek Precision.

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.

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Hide Them All, Then. Keep Her – Them – Safe. Please.' And What Will You Give Me In Return, Severus?' In – In Return? Anything.

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

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Room Of Requirement, Of Course! Surpassed Itself, Hasn't It? The Carrows Were Chasing Me, And I Knew I Had Just One Chance For A Hideout: I Managed To Get Through The Door And This Is What I Found! Well, It Wasn't Exactly Like This When I Arrived, It Was A Load Smaller, There Was Only One Hammock And Just Gryffindor Hangings. But It's Expanded As More And More Of The D.a. Have Arrived.

The Happiest Man On Earth Would Be Able To Use The Mirror Of Erised Like A Normal Mirror, That Is, He Would Look Into It And See Himself Exactly As He Is. Does That Help?

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I'm A What?" Gasped Harry. "a Wizard, O' Course," Said Hagrid, Sitting Back Down On The Sofa, Which Groaned And Sank Even Lower, "an' A Thumpin' Good'un I'd Say, Once Yeh've Been Trained Up A Bit. With A Mum An' Dad Like Yours, What Else Would Yeh Be?

He Sobbed In Desperation At The Burden Of Fear He Carried With Him Every Day Of His Life.

I Am Indebted To The British Welfare State; The Very One That Mr Cameron Would Like To Replace With Charity Handouts. When My Life Hit Rock Bottom, That Safety Net, Threadbare Though It Had Become Under John Major's Government, Was There To Break The Fall. I Cannot Help Feeling, Therefore, That It Would Have Been Contemptible To Scarper For The West Indies At The First Sniff Of A Seven-figure Royalty Cheque. This, If You Like, Is My Notion Of Patriotism.

Would It Hurt To Die?

I Definitely Know That-that Love Is The Most Powerful Thing Of All And I Remember Thinking That-god, I'm About To Make Myself Cry But, I Remember Thinking That When 9/11 Happened Because Those Last Phone Calls Were About-the Last Thing Knowingly, That I'm Going To Say On This Earth Is 'i Love You.' What's More Powerful Than That? What's More Proof Than That? Beyond Fear, Beyond Death.

Every Now And Then I Read A Poem That Does Touch Something In Me, But I Never Turn To Poetry For Solace Or Pleasure In The Way That I Throw Myself Into Prose.

And This Is Nymphadora-" "don't Call Me Nymphadora, Remus," Said The Young Witch With A Shudder. "it's Tonks." "-nymphadora Tonks, Who Prefers To Be Known By Her Surname Only," Finished Lupin. "so Would You If Your Fool Of A Mother Had Called You 'nymphadora,' " Muttered Tonks.

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.

Bill, Don’t Look At Me — I’m ’ideous.

His Eyes Are As Green As A Fresh Pickled Toad, His Hair Is As Dark As A Blackboard. I Wish He Was Mine, He's Really Divine, The Hero Who Conquered The Dark Lord.

Hope Springs Forever.

Interesting Theory. Has Anyone Ever Tried Sticking A Sword In Voldemort? Maybe The Ministry Should Put Some People Onto That, Instead Of Wasting Their Time Stripping Down Deluminators Or Covering Up Breakouts From Azkaban.

The Best Way To Get Children Excited About Reading Is To Read To Them From The Beginning Of Their Lives.

Do You Remember Me Telling You We Are Practicing Non-verbal Spells, Potter?" "yes," Said Harry Stiffly. "yes, Sir." "there's No Need To Call Me "sir" Professor." The Words Had Escaped Him Before He Knew What He Was Saying.

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The Ones That Love Us Never Really Leave Us.

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The Success Of Harry Potter Has Given Me Lots Of Freedom. I Can Pay My Bills, And I Don't Have To Prove Anything To Anyone Anymore.

Poverty Entails Fear And Stress And Sometimes Depression. It Meets A Thousand Petty Humiliations And Hardships. Climbing Out Of Poverty By Your Own Efforts That Is Something On Which To Pride Yourself But Poverty Itself Is Romanticized By Fools.

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

Silence Fell Between The Four Of Them As They Looked Up At The Sky. There Was No Sign Of Movement, The Stars Stared Back, Unblinking, Indifferent, Unobscured By Flying Friends. Where Was Ron? Where Were Fred And Mr Weasley? Where Were Bill, Fleur, Tonks, Mad Eye, Mundungus?

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

Once, Long Ago, Parminder Had Told Barry The Story Of Bhai Kanhaiya, The Sikh Hero Who Had Administered To The Needs Of Those Wounded In Combat, Whether Friend Or Fo. When Asked Why He Gave Aid Indiscriminately, Bahai Kanhaiya Had Replied That The Light Of God Shone From Every Soul, And That He Had Been Unable To Distinguish Between Them.

I Am Very Frustrated By Fear Of Imagination, I Don’t Think That’s Healthy.

When The Dark Lord Takes Over, Is He Going To Care How Many O.w.l.s Or N.e.w.t.s Anyone’s Got? Of Course He Isn’t. . . . It’ll Be All About The Kind Of Service He Received, The Level Of Devotion He Was Shown.

I Would Be A Liar If I Said I Don't Care [about My Appearance]; Yes, I Care. I Found It Very Difficult, When I First Became Well Known, To Read Criticism About How I Look, How Messy My Hair Was, And How Generally Unkempt I Look. The Nastiest Thing Ever Written Was Written By A Man, And I Do Remember That. I Wasn't Looking For It Either, It Was Just Simply In The Newspaper I Was Reading.

What's Interesting About The Wizarding World Is When You Take Physical Strength Out Of The Equation, A Woman Can Do Magic Just As Powerfully As A Man Can Do Magic. A Woman Can Fight Just The Same As A Man.

I Will Defend The Importance Of Bedtime Stories To My Last Gasp.

Don't, Ginny, We'll Send You Loads Of Owls. We'll Send You A Hogwarts Toilet Seat. George! Only Joking, Mum.

Of All The Subjects On This Planet, I Think My Parents Would Have Been Hard Put To Name One Less Useful Than Greek Mythology To Securing The Keys To An Executive Bathroom.

Well, Wouldn't It Have Been Easier If She'd Just Asked Me Whether I Liked Her Better Than You?" "girls Don't Often Ask Questions Like That," Said Hermione. "well, They Should!" Said Harry Forcefully.

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.

And All Along The Corridor The Statues And Suits Of Armor Jumped Down From Their Plinths, And From The Echoing Crashes From The Floors Above And Below, Harry Knew That Their Fellows Throughout The Castle Had Done The Same.

In A Novel You Have To Resist The Urge To Tell Everything.

A Horcrux Is The Complete Opposite Of A Human Being.

Depression Isn't Just Being A Bit Sad. It's Feeling Nothing. It's Not Wanting To Be Alive Anymore.

Merlin’s Beard, What Is Xenophilius Lovegood Wearing? He Looks Like An Omelet.

Doctors?" Said Ron, Looking Startled. "those Muggle Nutters That Cut People Up?

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.

Course Dumbledore Trusts You,” Growled Moody. “he’s A Trusting Man, Isn’t He? Believes In Second Chances. But Me — I Say There Are Spots That Don’t Come Off, Snape. Spots That Never Come Off, D’you Know What I Mean?

Excuse Me, Are You The Imprint Of A Departed Soul?

Funny Harry Potter

Scared?" Malfoy Muttered, So That Lockhart Couldn't Hear Him. "you Wish." Said Harry Out Of The Corner Of His Mouth.

There Was No Press Involvement, There Was No Pressure. Life Was Very Pure And It Became More Complicated.

The Trouble Is, The Other Side Can Do Magic Too, Prime Minister.

He Felt His Heart Pounding Fiercely In His Chest. How Strange That In His Dread Of Death, It Pumped All The Harder, Valiantly Keeping Him Alive. But It Would Have To Stop, And Soon. Its Beats Were Numbered. How Many Would There Be Time For, As He Rose And Walked Through The Castle For The Last Time, Out Into The Grounds And Into The Forest?

Assuming I Survive Our Hunt For The Horcruxes, I’ll Find Mum And Dad And Lift The Enchantment. If I Don’t – Well, I Think I’ve Cast A Good Enough Charm To Keep Them Safe And Happy. Wendell And Monica Wilkins Don’t Know That They’ve Got A Daughter, You See.

I Don't Drive. No. Cars Terrify Me. I Am Really Frightened Of Cars.

Percy Wouldn't Notice A Joke If It Danced Naked In Front Of Him Wearing One Of Dobby's Hats.

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.

And Now A Chill Settled Over Them Where They Stood, And Harry Heard The Rasping Breath Of The Dementors That Patrolled The Outer Trees. They Would Not Affect Him Now. The Fact Of His Own Survival Burned Inside Him, A Talisman Against Them, As Though His Father's Stag Kept Guardian In His Heart.

We Touch Other People's Lives Simply By Existing.

We Let Off A Dungbomb In The Corridor And It Upset Him For Some Reason—" "so He Hauled Us Off To His Office And Started Threatening Us With The Usual—" "—detention—" "—disembowelment—

She Was Actively Frightened Of Imparting Confidences, Because She Feared That They Might Betray The World Of Oddness That Lived Inside Her

He Couldn't Know That At This Very Moment, People Meeting Up In Secret All Over The Country Were Holding Up Their Glasses And Saying In Hushed Voices: 'to Harry Potter - The Boy Who Lived!

He’ll Accept Anyone At Hogwarts, S’long As They’ve Got The Talent. Knows People Can Turn Out Okay Even If Their Families Weren’ . . .well . . . All Tha’ Respectable.

In Fact, You Couldn't Give Me Anything To Make Me Go Back To Being A Teenager. Never. No, I Hated It.

Only One Pair Was Still Battling, Apparently Unaware Of The New Arrival. Harry Saw Sirius Duck Bellatrix's Jet Of Red Light: He Was Laughing At Her. 'come On, You Can Do Better Than That!' He Yelled, His Voice Echoing Around The Cavernous Room. The Second Jet Of Light Hit Him Squarely In The Chest. The Laughter Had Not Quite Died From His Face, But His Eyes Widened In Shock.

The Presence Of Hundreds Of Books Had Finally Convinced Hermione That What They Were Doing Was Right.

You Know How I Think They Choose People For Gryffindor Team?" Said Malfoy Loudly A Few Minutes Later, As Snape Awarded Hufflepuff Another Penalty For Now Reason At All. "it's People They Feel Sorry For. See, There's Potter, Who's Got No Parents, Then There's The Weasleys, Who've Got No Money - You Should Be On The Team, Longbottom, You've Got No Brains.

I Loved Writing For Kids, I Loved Talking To Children About What I'd Written, I Don't Want To Leave That Behind.

Harry Potter Was A Highly Unusual Boy In Many Ways.

The Ministry Places A Rather Higher Value On My Life Than Yours, I’m Afraid.

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