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Maybe A Man In A Million Could Unite The Hallows, Harry. I Was Fit Only To Possess The Meanest Of Them, The Least Extraordinary. I Was Fit To Own The Elder Wand, And Not To Boast Of It, And Not To Kill With It. I Was Permitted To Tame And To Use It, Because I Took It, Not For Gain, But To Save Others From It.

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Maybe A Man In A Million Could Unite The Hallows, Harry. I Was Fit Only To Possess The Meanest Of Them, The Least Extraordinary. I Was Fit To Own The Elder Wand, And Not To Boast Of It, And Not To Kill With It. I Was Permitted To Tame And To Use It, Because I Took It, Not For Gain, But To Save Others From It.

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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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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!

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From Now On, I Don't Care If My Tea Leaves Spell 'die, Ron, Die,' I'm Chucking Them In The Bin Where They Belong.

Order Of The Phoenix

And That Boys," Yelled Mr. Weasley Over The Tumult Of The Crowd Below,"is Why You Should Never Go For Looks Alone!

One Of My Regrets Would Be That I Will Never Again Have The Pleasure Of Sneaking Into A Cafe, Any Cafe I Like, Sitting Down And Diving Into My World And No One Knowing What I Am Doing And No One Bothering About Me And Being Totally Anonymous, That Was Fantastic

I'm Sure That I'll Never Have Another Success Like Harry Potter For The Rest Of My Life, No Matter How Many Books I Write, And No Matter Whether They're Good Or Bad.

Ron, We're Supposed To Show The First Years Where To Go!" "oh Yeah," Said Ron, Who Had Obviously Forgotten. "hey -- Hey You Lot! Midgets!

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I Believe Your Friends Misters Fred And George Weasley Were Responsible For Trying To Send You A Toilet Seat. No Doubt They Thought It Would Amuse You.

I Scared Stephen King.

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Look . . . At . . . Me. . . .

Choice Was Dangerous: You Had To Forgo All Other Possibilities When You Chose.

Whether You Come Back By Page Or By The Big Screen, Hogwarts Will Always Be There To Welcome You Home.

So,” Sneered Fudge, Recovering Himself, “you Intend To Take On Dawlish, Shacklebolt, Dolores, And Myself Single-handed, Do You, Dumbledore?” “merlin’s Beard, No,” Said Dumbledore, Smiling. “not Unless You Are Foolish Enough To Force Me To.” “he Will Not Be Single-handed!” Said Professor Mcgonagall Loudly, Plunging Her Hand Inside Her Robes. “oh Yes He Will, Minerva!” Said Dumbledore Sharply. “hogwarts Needs You!

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.

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?

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If Anyone Wanted Ter Find Out Some Stuff, All They’d Have Ter Do Would Be Ter Follow The Spiders. That’d Lead ‘em Right! That’s All I’m Sayin’.

Dumbledore Was On His Feet Again, Pale As Any Of The Surrounding Inferi, But Taller Than Any Too, The Fire Dancing In His Eyes; His Wand Was Raised Like A Torch And From Its Tip Emanated The Flames, Like A Vast Lasso, Encircling Them All With Warmth.

Harry, Guess What?" Said Tonks From Her Perch On Top Of The Washing Machine, And She Wiggled Her Left Hand At Him; A Ring Glittered There.

Ron's Eyebrows Rose So High That They Were In Danger Of Disappearing Into His Hair.

I'm Very Frustrated By Fear Of Imagination. I Don't Think That's Healthy.

I Sat And Thought For Four (delayed Train) Hours, And All The Details Bubbled Up In My Brain, And This Scrawny, Black-haired, Bespectacled Boy Who Didn't Know He Was A Wizard Became More And More Real To Me.

Where Are You Heading, If You’ve Got The Choice?” James Lifted An Invisible Sword. “‘gryffindor, Where Dwell The Brave At Heart!’ Like My Dad.” Snape Made A Small, Disparaging Noise. James Turned On Him. “got A Problem With That?” “no,” Said Snape, Though His Slight Sneer Said Otherwise. “if You’d Rather Be Brawny Than Brainy —” “where’re You Hoping To Go, Seeing As You’re Neither?” Interjected Sirius.

I Look At The Effect That An Individual's Fame Has On Their Family, For Example, And The Limitations That Places Upon Your Life To An Extent - Of Course, It Brings Marvelous Things Too, But It Brings Them Mainly To The Individual. The People Around The Famous Person Often Pay A Price Without Reaping Many Of The Rewards.

Love Wins. It Does Win. We Know It Wins.

Of Course Not,” Said Hermione. “everything We Need Is Here On This Paper.

I Just Wish I’d Asked You Sooner. We Could’ve Had Ages . . . Months . . . Years Maybe. . . .

Dumbledore Paused, And Although His Voice Remained Light And Calm, And He Gave No Obvious Sign Of Anger, Harry Felt A Kind Of Chill Emanating From Him And Noticed That The Dursleys Drew Very Slightly Closer Together. “you Did Not Do As I Asked. You Have Never Treated Harry As A Son. He Has Known Nothing But Neglect And Often Cruelty At Your Hands. The Best That Can Be Said Is That He Has At Least Escaped The Appalling Damage You Have Inflicted Upon The Unfortunate Boy Sitting Between You.

Some Of The Furor That Surrounded A Harry Potter Publication Was Fun.

The Owls Are Gathering; Find Out Why Soon.

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.

I Think You're Working And Learning Until You Die.

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

... There Are Far, Far Worse Things In The Living World Than Dying.

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.

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.

Ah, Harry, How Often This Happens, Even Between The Best Of Friends! Each Of Us Believes That What He Has To Say Is Much More Important Than Anything The Other Might Have To Contribute!

I've Got Plenty Of Money, More Money Than I Ever Dreamed I Would Have. But I Am Not A Billionaire.

This Exchange Marked The Beginning Of Mr. Malfoy's Long Campaign To Have Me Removed From My Post As Headmaster Of Hogwarts, And Of Mine To Have Him Removed From His Position As Lord Voldemort's Favorite Death Eater. My Response Prompted Several Further Letters From Mr. Malfoy, But As They Consisted Mainly Of Opprobrious Remarks On My Sanity, Parentage, And Hygiene, Their Relevance To This Commentary Is Remote.

What Happened Down In The Dungeons Between You And Professor Quirrell Is A Complete Secret, So, Naturally The Whole School Knows.

Funny Harry Potter

There's The Silver Lining I've Been Looking For.

Everything Had Shattered. The Fact That It Was All Still There — The Walls And The Chairs And The Children’s Pictures On The Walls — Meant Nothing. Every Atom Of It Had Been Blasted Apart And Reconstituted In An Instant, And Its Appearance Of Permanence And Solidity Was Laughable; It Would Dissolve At A Touch, For Everything Was Suddenly Tissue-thin And Friable.

Promise Me You’ll Look After Yourself … Stay Out Of Trouble …’ ‘i Always Do, Mrs Weasley,’ Said Harry. ‘i Like A Quiet Life, You Know Me.

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.

Remus Lupin Was Supposed To Be On The H.i.v. Metaphor. It Was Someone Who Had Been Infected Young, Who Suffered Stigma, Who Had A Fear Of Infecting Others, Who Was Terrified He Would Pass On His Condition To His Son. And It Was A Way Of Examining Prejudice, Unwarranted Prejudice Towards A Group Of People. And Also, Examining Why People Might Become Embittered When They're Treated That Unfairly.

I Heard From My Dear Friend Tiberius Ogden, That You Can Produce A Patronus? For A Bonus Point...? Harry Raised His Wand, Looked Directly At Umbridge, And Imagined Her Being Sacked. Expecto Patronum! The Silver Stag Erupted From The End Of His Wand And Cantered The Length Of The Hall.

He Chanced A Glance At Her. She Was Not Tearful; That Was One Of The Many Wonderful Things About Ginny, She Was Rarely Weepy. He Had Sometimes Thought That Having Six Brothers Must Have Toughened Her Up.

If You Choose To Use Your Status And Influence To Raise Your Voice On Behalf Of Those Who Have No Voice; If You Choose To Identify Not Only With The Powerful, But With The Powerless; If You Retain The Ability To Imagine Yourself Into The Lives Of Those Who Do Not Have Your Advantages, Then It Will Not Only Be Your Proud Families Who Celebrate Your Existence, But Thousands And Millions Of People Whose Reality You Have Helped Transform For The Better. We Do Not Need Magic To Change The World, We Carry All The Power We Need Inside Ourselves Already: We Have The Power To Imagine Better.

Harry: "and What If I Wave My Wand And Nothing Happens?” Ron: “throw It Away And Punch Him On The Nose.

Dumbledore Would Have Been Happier Than Anybody To Think That There Was A Little More Love In The World.

I Have Met Thousands Of Children Now, And Not Even One Time Has A Child Come Up To Me And Said, 'ms. Rowling, I'm So Glad I've Read These Books Because Now I Want To Be A Witch.'

I Seem To Remember Telling You Both That I Would Have To Expel You If You Broke Any More School Rules,” Said Dumbledore. Ron Opened His Mouth In Horror. “which Goes To Show That The Best Of Us Must Sometimes Eat Our Words,” Dumbledore Went On, Smiling.

It Was Not, After All, So Easy To Die.

I Had A Dream About A Motorcycle," Said Harry, Remembering Suddenly. "it Was Flying." Uncle Vernon Nearly Crashed Into The Car In Front. He Turned Right Around In His Seat And Yelled At Harry, His Face Like A Gigantic Beet With A Mustache: "motorcycles Don't Fly!" Dudley And Piers Sniggered. "i Know They Don't," Said Harry. "it Was Only A Dream.

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.

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