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Some Say He Died. Codswallop, In My Opinion. Dunno If He Had Enough Human Left In Him To Die. Some Say He’s Still Out There, Bidin’ His Time, Like, But I Don’ Believe It.

-J. K. Rowling

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Some Say He Died.

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Some Say He Died. Codswallop, In My Opinion. Dunno If He Had Enough Human Left In Him To Die. Some Say He’s Still Out There, Bidin’ His Time, Like, But I Don’ Believe It.

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To Have Been Loved So Deeply, Even Though The Person Who Loved Us Is Gone, Will Give Us Some Protection Forever.

Hedwig Didn't Return Until The End Of The Easter Holidays. Percy's Letter Was Enclosed In A Package Of Easter Eggs That Mrs. Weasley Had Sent. Both Harry's And Ron's Were The Size Of Dragon Eggs, And Full Of Home-made Toffee. Hermione's, However, Was Smaller Than A Chicken's Egg. Her Face Fell When She Saw It. "your Mum Doesn't Read Witch's Weekly, By Any Chance, Does She, Ron?" She Asked Quietly. "yeah," Said Ron, Whose Mouth Was Full Of Toffee. "gets It For The Recipes." Hermione Looked Sadly At Her Tiny Egg.

Things Denied, Things Untold, Things Hidden And Disguised.

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.

I've Wanted To Be An Author As Long As I Can Remember. English Was Always My Favorite Subject At School, So Why I Went On To Do A Degree In French Is Anyone's Guess.

Now, It Is The View Of The Ministry That A Theoretical Knowledge Will Be More Than Sufficient To Get You Through Your Examination, Which, After All, Is What School Is All About.

We Do Not Need Magic To Transform Our World. We Carry All Of The Power We Need Inside Ourselves Already.

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

Dawn Seemed To Follow Midnight With Indecent Haste.

I'll Be Writing Until I Can't Write Anymore. It's A Compulsion With Me. I Love Writing.

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

Potter! There Are Hundreds Of People Thundering Through My Pub!

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.

As Far As Informing The Headmaster, Harry Had No Idea Where Dumbledore Went During The Summer Holidays. He Amused Himself For A Moment, Picturing Dumbledore, With His Long Silver Beard, Full-length Wizard's Robes, And Pointed Hat, Stretched Out On A Beach Somewhere, Rubbing Suntan Lotion Onto His Long Crooked Nose.

The Castle Grounds Were Gleaming In The Sunlight As Though Freshly Painted; The Cloudless Sky Smiled At Itself In The Smoothly Sparkling Lake, The Satin-green Lawns Rippled Occasionally In A Gentle Breeze: June Had Arrived.

To Hurt Is As Human As To Breathe.

You Seem To Be Drowning Twice," Said Hermione. "oh, Am I?" Said Ron Peering Down At His Predictions. "i'd Better Change One Of Them To Getting Trampled By A Rampaging Hippogriff.

It Seemed To Take Sirius An Age To Fall: His Body Curved In A Graceful Arc As He Sank Backwards Through The Ragged Veil Hanging From The Arch.

Personal Happiness Lies In Knowing That Life Is Not A Checklist Of Acquisition. Your Qualifications Are Not Your Life.

I Love Being A Writer. I Am Very Lucky My Life's Ambition Turned Out To Be Just As Much Fun As I Thought It Would Be.

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.

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.

Imperfect Understanding Is Often More Dangerous Than Ignorance.

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

Anything's Possible If You've Got Enough Nerve.

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—

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.

The Hook-nosed Teacher Looked Past Quirrell’s Turban Straight Into Harry’s Eyes — And A Sharp, Hot Pain Shot Across The Scar On Harry’s Forehead.

I Have Some Problems With Conventional Organized Religion.

You Can Try, But You Seem Cleverer Than Fudge, So I'd Have Thought You'd Have Learned From His Mistakes. He Tried Intervening At Hogwarts. You Might Have Noticed He's Not Minister Anymore, But Dumbledore's Still Headmaster. I'd Leave Dumbledore Alone, If I Were You.

Professor Flitwick Had Dried Himself Off And Set Seamus Lines ("i Am A Wizard Not A Baboon Brandishing A Stick")

Sirius's Gaunt Face Broke Out Into The First True Smile Harry Had Seen Upon It. The Difference It Made Was Startling, As Though A Person Ten Years Younger Were Shining Through The Starved Mask; For A Moment He Was Recognizable As The Man Who Had Laughed At Harry's Parents' Wedding.

Whenever He Was In Company He Wanted To Get Away, And Whenever He Was Alone He Wanted Company.

Do You—do You Think I Want To—do You Think I Give A—i Don't Care What You Have To Say!" Harry Roared. "you Will," Said Dumbledore Sadly. "because You Are Not Nearly As Mad At Me As You Ought To Be. If You Are To Attack Me, As I Know You Are Close To Doing, I Would Like To Have Thoroughly Earned It.

I've Never Wanted To Be A Witch, But An Alchemist, Now That's A Different Matter. To Invent This Wizard World, I've Learned A Ridiculous Amount About Alchemy. Perhaps Much Of It I'll Never Use In The Books, But I Have To Know In Detail What Magic Can And Cannot Do In Order To Set The Parameters And Establish The Stories' Internal Logic.

By The Time She Had Interpreted Harry's Dreams At The Top Of Her Voice (all Of Which, Even The Ones That Involved Eating Porridge, Apparently Foretold A Gruesome And Early Death), He Was Feeling Much Less Sympathetic Toward Her.

George,” Said Fred, “i Think We’ve Outgrown Full-time Education.” “yeah, I’ve Been Feeling That Way Myself,” Said George Lightly.

Funny Harry Potter

Imagine Losing Fingernails, Harry! That Really Puts Our Sufferings Into Perspective, Doesn't It?

I Think The Willfully Unimaginative See More Monsters. They Are Often More Afraid.

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. . .

I’m Not A Freak. That’s A Horrible Thing To Say." "that’s Where You’re Going. A Special School For Freaks. You And That Snape Boy ... Weirdos, That’s What You Two Are..." "you Didn’t Think It Was Such A Freak’s School When You Wrote The Headmaster And Begged Him To Take You.

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