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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.

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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.

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

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Break Not An Ancient Friendship; Keep It Hale; Stir Round Its Roots, That It Be Green Of Heart; Let Not The Spirit Of Its Growth Depart: It Is A Power To Brave The Strongest Gale.

I'm Going To Keep Going Until I Succeed — Or Die. Don't Think I Don't Know How This Might End. I've Known It For Years.

Poverty Is A Lot Like Childbirth - You Know It Is Going To Hurt Before It Happens, But You'll Never Know How Much Until You Experience It.

I Love Inventing Names, But I Also Collect Unusual Names, So That I Can Look Through My Notebook And Choose One That Suits A New Character.

The Last Words Albus Dumbledore Spoke To The Pair Of Us?' Harry Is The Best Hope We Have. Trust Him.

Get Up, You Useless Lump, Get Up!

The World Is Full Of Wonderful Things You Haven't Seen Yet. Don't Ever Give Up On The Chance Of Seeing Them.

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I Have To Write The Story I Want To Write. I Never Wrote Them With A Focus Group Of 8-year-olds In Mind. I Have To Continue Telling The Story The Way I Want To Tell It.

You're The One Who Is Weak. You Will Never Know Love Or Friendship. And I Feel Sorry For You.

There Is No Point In Apportioning Blame. What Is Done, Is Done.

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

Her Son Lives. He Has Her Eyes, Precisely Her Eyes. You Remember The Shape And Color Of Lily Evans's Eyes, I Am Sure?

I Remember Every Wand I’ve Ever Sold, Mr. Potter. Every Single Wand. It So Happens That The Phoenix Whose Tail Feather Is In Your Wand, Gave Another Feather — Just One Other. It Is Very Curious Indeed That You Should Be Destined For This Wand When Its Brother — Why, Its Brother Gave You That Scar.

I Don't Read 'chick Lit,' Fantasy Or Science Fiction But I'll Give Any Book A Chance If It's Lying There And I've Got Half An Hour To Kill.

I Speak Now, Harry Potter, Directly To You. You Have Permitted Your Friends To Die For You Rather Than Face Me Yourself. I Shall Wait For One Hour In The Forbidden Forest. If, At The End Of That Hour, You Have Not Come To Me, Have Not Given Yourself Up, Then Battle Recommences. This Time, I Shall Enter The Fray Myself, Harry Potter, And I Shall Find You, And I Shall Punish Every Last Man, Woman, And Child Who Has Tried To Conceal You From Me. One Hour.

There Had Been No More Attacks Since Those On Justin And Nearly Headless Nick, And Madam Pomfrey Was Pleased To Report That The Mandrakes Were Becoming Moody And Secretive, Meaning That They Were Fast Leaving Childhood.

Bidding The Wizard Farewell, He Turned To His Daughter, Who Held Up Her Finger And Said, “daddy, Look — One Of The Gnomes Actually Bit Me!” “how Wonderful! Gnome Saliva Is Enormously Beneficial!” Said Mr. Lovegood, Seizing Luna’s Outstretched Finger And Examining The Bleeding Puncture Marks. “luna, My Love, If You Should Feel Any Burgeoning Talent Today — Perhaps An Unexpected Urge To Sing Opera Or To Declaim In Mermish — Do Not Repress It! You May Have Been Gifted By The Gernumblies!” Ron, Passing Them In The Opposite Direction, Let Out A Loud Snort.

Both Could Feel The Relationship Crumbling To Pieces Beneath The Weight Of Everything That Gavin Refused To Say.

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I Was Thinking The First Thing We Should Do Is Expelliarmus, You Know, The Disarming Charm. I Know It's Pretty Basic But I've Found It Really Useful -" "oh Please," Said Zacharias Smith, Rolling His Eyes And Folding His Arms. "i Don't Think Expelliarmus Is Exactly Going To Help Us Against You-know-who, Do You?" "i've Used It Against Him," Said Harry Quietly. "it Saved My Life Last June." Smith Opened His Mouth Stupidly. The Rest Of The Room Was Very Quiet. "but If You Think It's Beneath You, You Can Leave.

Oh, There You Are, Albus,' He Said. 'you've Been A Very Long Time. Upset Stomach?' 'no, I Was Merely Reading The Muggle Magazines,' Said Dumbledore. 'i Do Love Knitting Patterns.

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.

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

In Many, Many Ways... Hufflepuff Is My Favorite House.

All We Do Is Read The Stupid Textbook," Said Ron.

One Can Never Have Enough Socks," Said Dumbledore. "another Christmas Has Come And Gone And I Didn't Get A Single Pair. People Will Insist On Giving Me Books.

She's As Nutty As Squirrel Poo.

Does It Hurt?" The Childish Question Had Escaped Harry's Lips Before He Could Stop It. "dying? Not At All," Said Sirius. "quicker And Easier Than Falling Asleep.

Life Is Not A Check-list Of Acquisition Or Achievement.

I Would Always Want Printed Books.

Words Are, In My Not-so-humble Opinion, Our Most Inexhaustible Source Of Magic. Capable Of Both Inflicting Injury, And Remedying It.

They Had Reached Lockhart's Classroom...'you Could've Fried An Egg On Your Face" Said Ron. 'you'd Better Hope Creevey Doesn't Meet Ginny, Or They'll Be Starting A Harry Potter Fan Club.' 'shut Up,' Snapped Harry. The Last Thing He Needed Was For Lockhart To Hear The Phrase 'harry Potter Fan Club.

I Loved Writing Dumbledore And He Is The Epitome Of Goodness.

Mistletoe," Said Luna Dreamily, Pointing At A Large Clump Of White Berries Placed Almost Over Harry's Head. He Jumped Out From Under It. "good Thinking," Said Luna Seriously. "it's Often Infested With Nargles.

Dumbledore Raised His Finger For Silence, A Silence Which Fell As Though He Had Struck Uncle Vernon Dumb.

Of Course It Is Happening Inside Your Head, Harry, But Why On Earth Should That Mean That It Is Not Real?

That's The Perennial Appeal Of Magic - That We Ourselves Have Power And We Can Shape Our World. I Sometimes Think Its Very Analogous To Having A Lot Of Money That People Think - 'cause That's Kind Of Like A Super Power.

Clever As I Am, I Remain Just As Big A Fool As Anyone Else.

When He Straightened Up Again, There Were Six Harry Potters Gasping And Panting In Front Of Him. Fred And George Turned To Each Other And Said Together, "wow -- We're Identical!

It Is One Of The Most Hauntingly Beautiful Places In The World, The History Is Fascinating, The Men Are Handsome And The Whisky Is Delicious. But Don't Eat The Macaroni Pies.

Dumbledore's Man Through And Through, Aren't You Potter?" "yeah I Am," Said Harry. "glad We Straightened That Out.

If Only The Hat Had Mentioned A House For People Who Felt A Bit Queasy, That Would Have Been The One For Him.

I Don't Care!" Harry Yelled At Them, Snatching Up A Lunascope And Throwing It Into The Fireplace. "i've Had Enough, I've Seen Enough, I Want Out, I Want It To End, I Don't Care Anymore!" "you Do Care," Said Dumbledore. He Had Not Flinched Or Made A Single Move To Stop Harry Demolishing His Office. His Expression Was Calm, Almost Detached. "you Care So Much You Feel As Though You Will Bleed To Death With The Pain Of It.

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.

Parminder Kept Her Unwept Tears Locked Tightly Inside Where They Seemed To Undergo An Alchemical Transformation, Returning To The Outer World As Lava Slides Of Rage.

What You Write Becomes Who You Are… So Make Sure You Love What You Write!

And So Rock Bottom Became The Solid Foundation On Which I Rebuilt My Life.

I Like A Quiet Life, You Know Me.

Ah, Well, People Can Be Stupid Abou' Their Pets," Said Hagrid Wisely.

In Truth, I Never Consider The Audience For Whom I'm Writing. I Just Write What I Want To Write.

No, There's No University For Wizards. At The Moment I'm Only Planning To Write Seven Harry Potter Books. I Won't Say "never," But I Have No Plans To Write An Eighth Book.

Fame Is A Fickle Friend, Harry. Celebrity Is As Celebrity Does. Remember That.

Said Hufflepuff, "i'll Teach The Lot, And Treat Them Just The Same.

Poverty Entails Fear And Stress And Sometimes Depression. It Means A Thousand Petty Humiliations And Hardships.

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

Will There Ever Be An Encyclopedia? Possibly. I Would Say Two Things About The Encyclopedia: Firstly, I’ve Always Said And I Stand By It, Whenever I Do Do A Printed Encyclopedia I Would Like All The Proceeds To Go To Charity. Back In 1998 I Never Dreamt I Personally I Would Be In The Position That I Could Set Up A Large Charitable Foundation And Personally Do Things For Charity, And I’ve Done Other Charity Books Already.

If I Wasn't A Writer, I Would Be Depressed.

Only One Thing Mattered: This Was Not A Horcrux. Dumbledore Had Weakened Himself By Drinking That Horrible Potion For Nothing. Harry Crumpled The Parchment In His Hand And His Eyes Burned With Tears As Behind Him Fang Began To Howl.

Running At Ron, She Flung Them Around His Neck And Kissed Him Full On The Mouth. Ron Threw Away The Fangs And Broomstick He Was Holding And Responded With Such Enthusiasm That He Lifted Hermione Off Her Feet.

Overload 'em With Information An' They'll Kill Yeh Jus' To Simplify Things.

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

You Haven't Got A Letter On Yours," George Observed. "i Suppose She Thinks You Don't Forget Your Name. But We're Not Stupid-we Know We're Called Gred And Forge.

Your Devotion Is Nothing More Than Cowardice. You Would Not Be Here If You Had Anywhere Else To Go.

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