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Why Do They Have To Move In Packs?" Harry Asked Ron As A Dozen Or So Girls Walked Past Them, Sniggering And Staring At Harry. "how're You Supposed To Get One On Their Own To Ask Them?" "lasso One?" Ron Suggested.

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Why Do They Have To Move In Packs?" Harry Asked Ron As A Dozen Or So Girls Walked Past Them, Sniggering And Staring At Harry. "how're You Supposed To Get One On Their Own To Ask Them?" "lasso One?" Ron Suggested.

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It Frightened People When You Were Honest; It Shocked Them.

I've Often Met People Who Are Terrified, You Know, In A Straight Jacket Of Their Own Making Because They'd Rather Do Anything That Fail. They Don't Want To Try For Fear Of Failing.

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.

Kreacher Said Nothing,” Said The Elf, With A Second Bow To George, Adding In A Clear Undertone, “and There’s Its Twin, Unnatural Little Beasts They Are.

Once Again You've Put Your Keen And Penetrating Mind To The Task And As Usual Come To The Wrong Conclusion!

Hagrid Looked Down At His Umbrella And Scratched His Beard. 'shouldn'ta Lost Me Temper,' He Said Ruefully, 'but It Didn't Work Anyway. Meant Ter Turn Him Into A Pig, But I Suppose He Was So Much Like A Pig Anyway There Wasn't Much Left Ter Do.

I Never Thought I'd Hear Myself Say It, But Safety First!

Warrington’s Aim’s So Pathetic I’d Be More Worried If He Was Aiming For The Person Next To Me.

I've Been Writing My Entire Life, And I'll Always Write.

I Don't Go Looking For Trouble. Trouble Usually Finds Me.

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He Could Tell At Once That They Carried Different Sorts Of Bubble Bath Mixed With The Water Though It Wasn't Bubble Bath As Harry Had Ever Experienced. One Tap Gushed Pink And Blue Bubbles The Size Of Footballs; Another Poured Ice-white Foam So Thick That Harry Thought It Would Have Supported His Weight If He'd Cared To Test It; A Third Sent Heavily Perfumed Purple Clouds Hovering Over The Surface Of The Water. Harry Amused Himself For A While Turning The Taps On And Off, Particularly Enjoying The Effect Of One Whose Jet Bounced Off The Surface Of The Water In Large Arcs.

I've Been Writing My Entire Life, And I'll Always Write. But At Times I Have Told Myself That I Don't Necessarily Have To Publish Anything Else.

Draco Malfoy Is A Bad Boy!" Squeaked Dobby Angrily.

Because That's What Hermione Does,' Said Ron, Shrugging. 'when In Doubt, Go To The Library.

Funny Harry Potter

Ultimately, We All Have To Decide For Ourselves What Constitutes Failure, But The World Is Quite Eager To Give You A Set Of Criteria If You Let It.

What Was There To Be Gained By Fighting The Most Evil Wizard Who Has Ever Existed?" Said Black, With A Terrible Fury In His Face. "only Innocent Lives, Peter!" "you Don't Understand!" Whined Pettigrew. "he Would Have Killed Me, Sirius!" "then You Should Have Died!" Roared Black. "died Rather Than Betray Your Friends, As We Would Have Done For You!

Sirius Looked Slightly Disconcerted For A Moment, Then Said, "i'll Look For Him Later, I Expect I'll Find Him Upstairs Crying His Eyes Out Over My Mother's Old Bloomers Or Something... Of Course, He Might Have Crawled Into The Airing Cupboard And Died... But I Mustn't Get My Hopes Up.

Be Ruthless About Protecting Writing Days....althoug H Writing Has Been My Actual Job For Several Years Now, I Still Seem To Have To Fight For Time In Which To Do It.

Hey, Look — Harry’s Got A Weasley Sweater, Too!” Fred And George Were Wearing Blue Sweaters, One With A Large Yellow F On It, The Other A G. “harry’s Is Better Than Ours, Though,” Said Fred, Holding Up Harry’s Sweater. “she Obviously Makes More Of An Effort If You’re Not Family.

I Knew No One Who'd Ever Been In The Public Eye.

Shut Your Mouth! You Dare Speak His Name With Your Unworthy Lips, You Dare Besmirch It With Your Half-blood's Tongue, You Dare —

Sirius — It’s Me . . . It’s Peter . . . Your Friend . . . You Wouldn’t . . .” Black Kicked Out And Pettigrew Recoiled. “there’s Enough Filth On My Robes Without You Touching Them,” Said Black.

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.

And He Knew That At That Moment, They Understood Each Other Perfectly, And When He Told Her What He Was Going To Do Now, She Would Not Say ‘be Careful’ Or ‘don’t Do It’, But She Would Accept His Decision Because She Would Not Have Expected Anything Less Of Him.

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

We've All Got Both Light And Dark Inside Us. What Matters Is The Part We Choose To Act On. That's Who We Really Are.

Oh, These People's Minds Work In Strange Ways, Petunia, They're Not Like You And Me," Said Uncle Vernon, Trying To Knock In A Nail With The Piece Of Fruitcake Aunt Petunia Had Just Brought Him.

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.

Longbottom, If Brains Were Gold, You'd Be Poorer Than Weasley, And That's Saying Something.

The Thing About Fantasy - There Are Certain Things You Just Don't Do In Fantasy.

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.

The Fame Thing Is Interesting Because I Never Wanted To Be Famous, And I Never Dreamt I Would Be Famous....you Know I Didn't Think They'd Rake Through My Bins, I Didn't Expect To Be Photographed On The Beach Through Long Lens. I Never Dreamt It Would Impact My Daughter's Life Negatively, Which At Times It Has. It Would Be Churlish To Say There's Nothing Good About Being Famous; To Have A Total Stranger Walk Up To You As You're Walking Around Safeways, And Say A Number Of Nice Things That They Might Say About Your Work.

I'm Not Going To Be Murdered," Harry Said Out Loud. "that's The Spirit, Dear," Said His Mirror Sleepily.

So Dobby Stopped Us From Getting On The Train And Broke Your Arm. . . ." He Shook His Head. "you Know What, Harry? If He Doesn't Stop Trying To Save Your Life He's Going To Kill You.

I Had An Old Typewriter And A Big Idea.

I Write Nearly Every Day. Some Days I Write For Ten Or Eleven Hours. Other Days I Might Only Write For Three Hours. It Really Depends On How Fast The Ideas Are Coming.

You're A Prefect? Oh Ronnie! That's Everyone In The Family!" "what Are Fred And I? Next Door Neighbors?

It’s Your One Last Chance,” Said Harry, “it’s All You’ve Got Left. . . .i’ve Seen What You’ll Be Otherwise. . . . Be A Man . . . Try . . . Try For Some Remorse. . . .

Why Had He Never Appreciated The Miracle That He Was, Brain And Nerve And Bounding Heart?

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

I Had An American Journalist Say To Me, "is It True You Wrote The Whole Of The First Novel On Napkins?" I Was Tempted To Say, "on Teabags, I Used To Save Them.

Sounded Like A Load Of Waffle To Me." "there Was Some Important Stuff Hidden In The Waffle.

"well, We Were Always Going To Fail That One," Said Ron Gloomily As They Ascended The Marble Staircase. He Had Just Made Harry Feel Rather Better By Telling Him How He Told The Examiner In Detail About The Ugly Man With A Wart On His Nose In The Crystal Ball, Only To Look Up And Realize He Had Been Describing The Examiner's Reflection.

Your Wheezy, Sir, Your Wheezy — Wheezy Who Is Giving Dobby His Sweater!

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I Definitely Know That Love Is The Most Powerful Thing Of All.

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Perfectly Normal

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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.

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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.

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

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.

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

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

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You Can Laugh! But People Used To Believe There Were No Such Things As The Blibbering Humdinger Or The Crumple-horned Snorkack!

I Don't Expect You Will Really Understand The Beauty Of The Softly Simmering Cauldron With Its Shimmering Fumes, The Delicate Power Of Liquids That Creep Through Human Veins, Bewitching The Mind, Ensnaring The Senses.

I've Got Two Daughters Who Will Have To Make Their Way In This Skinny-obsessed World, And It Worries Me, Because I Don't Want Them To Be Empty-headed, Self-obsessed, Emaciated Clones; I'd Rather They Were Independent, Interesting, Idealistic, Kind, Opinionated, Original, Funny – A Thousand Things, Before 'thin'. And Frankly, I'd Rather They Didn't Give A Gust Of Stinking Chihuahua Flatulence Whether The Woman Standing Next To Them Has Fleshier Knees Than They Do. Let My Girls Be Hermiones, Rather Than Pansy Parkinsons. Let Them Never Be Stupid Girls.

I Hope You're Pleased With Yourselves. We Could All Have Been Killed - Or Worse, Expelled. Now If You Don't Mind, I'm Going To Bed.

There. Maybe If You're Lucky, You'll Get A Scar! That's What You Want, Isn't It?

Giggling Should Be Made Illegal.

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Mclaggen Makes Grawp Look Like A Gentleman.

Voldemort Himself Created His Worst Enemy, Just As Tyrants Everywhere Do! Have You Any Idea How Much Tyrants Fear The People They Oppress? All Of Them Realize That, One Day, Amongst Their Many Victims, There Is Sure To Be One Who Rises Against Them And Strikes Back!

Your Mother Died To Save You. If There Is One Thing Voldemort Cannot Understand, It Is Love. Love As Powerful As Your Mother's For You Leaves It's Own Mark. To Have Been Loved So Deeply, Even Though The Person Who Loved Us Is Gone, Will Give Us Some Protection Forever.

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

I Feel I Owe You Another Explanation Harry," Said Dumbledore Hesitantly. "you May, Perhaps, Wondered Why I Never Chose You As A Prefect? I Must Confess...that I Rather Thought...you Had Enough Responsibility To Be Going On With." Harry Looked Up At Him And Saw A Tear Trickling Down Dumbledore's Face Into His Long Silver Beard.

I Like A Quiet Life, You Know Me.

His Hand Closed Automatically Around The Fake Horcrux But In Spite Of Everything, In Spite Of The Dark And Twisting Path He Saw Stretching Ahead For Himself, In Spite Of The Final Meeting With Voldemort He Knew Must Come Whether In A Month In A Year Or In Ten, He Felt His Heart Lift At The Thought That There Was Still One Last Golden Day Of Peace Left To Enjoy With Ron And Hermione.

From Here On In, Harry, I May Be As Woefully Wrong As Humphrey Belcher Who Believed The Time Was Ripe For A Cheese Cauldron.

When I Get Married,' Said Fred, Tugging At The Collar Of His Own Robes. 'i Won't Be Bothering With Any Of This Nonsense. You Can All Wear What You Like And I'll Put A Full Body-bind Curse On Mum Until It's Over.

Some Readers And Commentators Really Want To Scrape Your Insides Out To Make Sense Of Your Work. Others Say, There's The Work, It Speaks For Itself. Personally, I Fall Somewhere In The Middle.

Ron: Why Spiders? Why Couldn't It Be "follow The Butterflies?

Funny Harry Potter

So Light A Fire!" Harry Choked. "yes...of Course...but There's No Wood!" ... "have You Gone Mad!" Ron Bellowed. "are You A Witch Or Not!

And Death Spoke To Them —’” “sorry,” Interjected Harry, “but Death Spoke To Them?” “it’s A Fairy Tale, Harry!” “right, Sorry. Go On.

I Pay A Lot Of Tax, And I Feel, One Of The Reasons I Stay And Pay Why I'm Not Based In Monaco... I Think My Country Helped Me.

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

Although People Rarely Died Playing Quidditch, Referees Had Been Known To Vanish And Turn Up Months Later In The Sahara Desert.

I Didn't Write With A Target Audience In Mind. What Excited Me Was How Much I Would Enjoy Writing About Harry. I Never Thought About Writing For Children - Children's Books Chose Me. I Think If It Is A Good Book Anyone Will Read It.

No Witch Has Ever Claimed To Own The Elder Wand. Make Of That What You Will.

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.

For Future Reference, Harry, It Is Raspberry...although Of Course, If I Were A Death Eater, I Would Have Been Sure To Research My Own Jam Preferences Before Impersonating Myself.

Gringotts Was The Safest Place In The World For Something You Wanted To Hide — Except Perhaps Hogwarts.

Places In The World

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.

Shh! Listen! Someone’s Coming! I Think — I Think It Might Be Us!

Every Hour That Passed Added To Her Grief, Because It Bore Her Further Away From The Living Man, And Because It Was A Tiny Foretaste Of The Eternity She Would Have To Spend Without Him.

A Gigantic Tortoise With A Jewel-encrusted Shell Was Glittering Near The Window.

No, There Is Literally Nothing On The Business Side That I Wouldn't Sacrifice In A Heartbeat To Have An Extra Couple Of Hours' Writing. Nothing.

There Are Always Loose Ends In Real Life.

It's Going To Be Really Emotional To Say Goodbye. I'm Going To Find It Very Difficult. But It Must Be Done, It Must Be Done.

You Need Your Inner Eye Tested, If You Ask Me.

Funny Harry Potter

I Was Hoping That Neville Would Assist Me With The First Stage Of The Operation,” He Said, “and I Am Sure He Will Perform It Admirably.

Neville Longbottom

Voldemort’s Fury At The Fall Of His Last, Best Lieutenant Exploded With The Force Of A Bomb.

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.

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.

To The Well-organized Mind, Death Is But The Next Great Adventure.

Yes, Alive,” Said Fudge. “that Is — I Don’t Know — Is A Man Alive If He Can’t Be Killed? I Don’t Really Understand It, And Dumbledore Won’t Explain Properly — But Anyway, He’s Certainly Got A Body And Is Walking And Talking And Killing, So I Suppose, For The Purposes Of Our Discussion, Yes, He’s Alive.

How're We Getting To King's Cross Tomorrow, Dad?" Asked Fred As They Dug Into A Sumptuous Pudding. "the Ministry's Providing A Couple Of Cars," Said Mr. Weasley. Everyone Looked Up At Him. "why?" Said Percy Curiously. "it's Because Of You, Perce," Said George Seriously. "and There'll Be Little Flags On The Hoods, With Hb On Them-" "-for Humongous Bighead," Said Fred.

He Must Have Known I'd Want To Leave You." "no, He Must Have Known You Would Always Want To Come Back.

Always Have A Vivid Imagination, For You Never Know When You Might Need It.

Vivid Imagination

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

Are You Insane? Of Course I Want To Leave The Dursleys! Have You Got A House? When Can I Move In?

Your Aunt And Uncle Will Be Proud, Though, Won't They?" Said Hermione As They Got Off The Train And Joined The Crowd Thronging Toward The Enchanted Barrier. "when They Hear What You Did This Year?" "proud?" Said Harry. "are You Crazy? All Those Times I Could've Died, And I Didn't Manage It? They'll Be Furious.

Would You Like Me To [kill You] Now?" Asked Snape, His Voice Heavy With Irony. "or Would You Like A Few Moments To Compose An Epitaph?

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.

Which Came First, The Phoenix Or The Flame?

The Exceptions Were Two Men A Little Ahead Of Them, Standing Just Outside The Three Broomsticks. One Was Very Tall And Thin; Squinting Through His Rain-washed Glasses Harry Recognized The Barman Who Worked In The Other Hogsmeade Pub, The Hog’s Head. As Harry, Ron, And Hermione Drew Closer, The Barman Drew His Cloak More Tightly Around His Neck And Walked Away, Leaving The Shorter Man To Fumble With Something In His Arms. They Were Barely Feet From Him When Harry Realized Who The Man Was. “mundungus!

Worst That Can Happen Is Hagrid’ll Have To Get Rid Of The Skrewts. Sorry ... Did I Say Worst? I Meant Best.

I Enjoyed The Meetings, Too. It Was Like Having Friends.

With All Of Their Benefits, And There Are Many, One Of The Things I Regret About E-books Is That They Have Taken Away The Necessity Of Trawling Foreign Bookshops Or The Shelves Of Holiday Houses To Find Something To Read. I've Come Across Gems And Stinkers That Way, And Both Can Be Fun.

Age Is Foolish And Forgetful When It Underestimates Youth.

That Is The Second Time You Have Spoken Out Of Turn, Miss Granger,” Said Snape Coolly. “five More Points From Gryffindor For Being An Insufferable Know-it-all.

Decent People Are So Easy To Manipulate, Potter.

It’s So Difficult To Describe [depression] To Someone Who’s Never Been There, Because It’s Not Sadness. I Know Sadness. Sadness Is To Cry And To Feel. But It’s That Cold Absence Of Feeling — That Really Hollowed-out Feeling.

But Dobby Shouted, "you Shall Not Harm Harry Potter! ... He Got Up, Face Livid, And Pulled Out His Wand, But Dobby Raised A Long, Threatening Finger. "you Shall Go Now," He Said Fiercely, Pointing Down At Mr. Malfoy. "you Shall Not Touch Harry Potter. You Shall Go Now.

Failure Means A Stripping Away Of The Inessential.

I Was A Fool!" Percy Roared, So Loudly That Lupin Nearly Dropped His Photograph. "i Was An Idiot, I Was A Pompous Prat, I Was A - A -" "ministry-loving, Family-disowning, Power-hungry Moron," Said Fred. Percy Swallowed. "yes, I Was!" "well, You Can't Say Fairer Than That," Said Fred, Holding Out His Hand To Percy.

Bless My Soul,” Whispered The Old Bartender, “harry Potter . . . What An Honor.

It's The Ability To Resist Failure, In Many Ways, Or Use Failure That Often Leads To The Greatest Success, Isn't It?

An Unbreakable Vow?" Said Ron, Looking Stunned. "nah, He Can’t Have.... Are You Sure?" "yes I’m Sure," Said Harry. "why, What Does It Mean?" "well, You Can’t Break An Unbreakable Vow..." "i’d Worked That Much Out For Myself, Funnily Enough.

Dudley Had Reached Roughly The Size And Weight Of A Young Killer Whale.

Aha! What Villains Are These, That Trespass Upon My Private Lands! Come To Scorn At My Fall, Perchance? Draw, You Knaves, You Dogs!

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

That," Said Harry, "is A Really Good Question.

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

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.

Extraordinary Imagination, Especially In A Witch World. Also Friendship.

The Idea Of A Teenage Dumbledore Was Simply Odd, Like Trying To Imagine A Stupid Hermione Or A Friendly Blast-ended Skrewt.

For That Was The Terrible Power Of The Dementors: To Force Their Victims To Relive The Worst Memories Of Their Lives, And Drown, Powerless, In Theirown Despair. . . .

He Felt That He Was Still Groping In The Dark; He Had Chosen His Path But Kept Looking Back, Wondering Whether He Had Misread The Signs, Whether He Should Not Have Taken The Other Way.

Hello, Harry" Said George, Beaming At Him. "we Thought We Heard Your Dulcet Tones." "you Don't Want To Bottle Up Your Anger Like That, Harry, Let It All Out," Said Fred, Also Beaming. "there Might Be A Couple Of People Fifty Miles Away Who Didn't Hear You.

Vot Is The Point Of Being An International Quidditch Player If All The Good-looking Girls Are Taken?

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.

Ron And Hermione Were Still Smirking And Harry Felt His Temper Rise; He Wasn’t Even Sure Why He Was Feeling So Angry. “don’t Sit There Grinning Like You Know Better Than I Do, I Was There, Wasn’t I?” He Said Heatedly. “i Know What Went On, All Right? And I Didn’t Get Through Any Of That Because I Was Brilliant At Defense Against The Dark Arts, I Got Through It All Because — Because Help Came At The Right Time, Or Because I Guessed Right — But I Just Blundered Through It All, I Didn’t Have A Clue What I Was Doing — Stop Laughing!

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.

Honestly, If You Were Any Slower, You’d Be Going Backward.

Funny Harry Potter

The Chasers Throw The Quaffle And Put It Through The Hoops To Score,” Harry Recited. “so — That’s Sort Of Like Basketball On Broomsticks With Six Hoops, Isn’t It?” “what’s Basketball?” Said Wood Curiously. “never Mind,” Said Harry Quickly.

I Believe That Lack Of Empathy Is Behind Many Problems, And I Believe That It's Disrupting Our Society. In Great Britain, There Is A Steady Decline In The Willingness To Be Truly Generous, And By That I Don't Mean Monetary Generosity, But Friendship And Sympathy For Others.

I Don't Think You Should Be An Auror, Harry," Said Luna Unexpectedly. Everybody Looked At Her. "the Aurors Are Part Of The Rotfang Conspiracy, I Thought Everyone Knew That. They're Working To Bring Down The Ministry Of Magic From Within Using A Mixture Of Dark Magic And Gum Disease.

Nasty Temper He's Got, That Sirius Black.

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

Life, For Colin, Was One Long Brace Against Pain And Disappointment, And Everybody Apart From His Wife Was An Enemy Until Proven Otherwise.

Instead (harry) Contented Himself With Scrawling A Note To Ron: Let's Do It Tonight.

Listeners, That Brings Us To The End Of Another Potterwatch. We Don’t Know When It Will Be Possible To Broadcast Again, But You Can Be Sure We Shall Be Back. Keep Twiddling Those Dials: The Next Password Will Be ‘mad-eye.’ Keep Each Other Safe. Keep Faith. Good Night.

Enter, Stranger, But Take Heed Of What Awaits The Sin Of Greed, For Those Who Take, But Do Not Earn, Must Pay Most Dearly In Their Turn. So If You Seek Beneath Our Floors A Treasure That Was Never Yours, Thief, You Have Been Warned, Beware Of Finding More Than Treasure There.

Once Again, You Show All The Sensitivity Of A Blunt Axe.

Funny Harry Potter

He Was Slumped In The Back, Gazing Out Of The Window, As Though His Parents Were Two People Who Had Picked Him Up Hitchhiking, Connected To Him Merely By Chance And Proximity.

Are You Planning To Follow A Career In Magical Law, Miss Granger?” Asked Scrimgeour. “no, I’m Not,” Retorted Hermione. “i’m Hoping To Do Some Good In The World!

He Yearned Not To Feel... He Wished He Could Rip Out His Heart, His Innards, Everything That Was Screaming Inside Him.

Stop, Stop, Stop, You're Going To Poke Someone's Eye Out!

To The Dark Lord, I Know I Will Be Dead Long Before You Read This But I Want You To Know That It Was I Who Discovered Your Secret. I Have Stolen The Real Horcrux And Intend To Destroy It As Soon As I Can. I Face Death In The Hope That When You Meet Your Match, You Will Be Mortal Once More. R.a.b

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.

Sport Is A Very Important Subject At School, That's Why I Gave Quidditch Such An Important Place At Hogwarts. I Was Very Bad In Sports, So I Gave Harry A Talent I Would Really Loved To Have. Who Wouldn't Want To Fly?

Lord Voldermort Has Risen Again.

Time Will Not Slow Down When Something Unpleasant Lies Ahead.

Print Will Never Die. There's No Substitute For The Feel Of An Actual Book. I Adore Physically Turning Pages, And Being Able To Underline Passages And Not Worrying About Dropping Them In The Bath Or Running Out Of Power. I Also Find Print Books Objects Of Beauty.

I Know How To Use A Fellytone Now.

He Was About To Go Home, About To Return To The Place Where He Had Had A Family. It Was In Godric’s Hollow That, But For Voldemort, He Would Have Grown Up And Spent Every School Holiday. He Could Have Invited Friends To His House. . . . He Might Even Have Had Brothers And Sisters. . . . It Would Have Been His Mother Who Had Made His Seventeenth Birthday Cake. The Life He Had Lost Had Hardly Ever Seemed So Real To Him As At This Moment, When He Knew He Was About To See The Place Where It Had Been Taken From Him.

Let Me Out," Harry Said Again. "no," Dumbledore Repeated. "if You Don't - If You Keep Me In Here - If You Don't Let Me-" "by All Means Continue Destroying My Possessions," Said Dumbledore. "i Daresay I Have Too Many.

The Owls Are Gathering; Find Out Why Soon.

In Opening Them, He Discovered That He Had Eyes.

Do You Mean Ter Tell Me," He Growled At The Dursleys, "that This Boy—this Boy!—knows Nothin' Abou'—about Anything?" Harry Thought This Was Going A Bit Far. He Had Been To School, After All, And His Marks Weren't Bad. I Know Some Things," He Said. "i Can, You Know, Do Math And Stuff.

But Before He Went Loopy He Was The Life And Soul Of The Party," Said Fred. "he Used To Down An Entire Bottle Of Firewhiskey, Then Run Onto The Dance Floor, Hoist Up His Robes, And Start Pulling Bunches Of Flowers Out Of His--" Yes, He Sounds Like A Real Charmer," Said Hermione, While Harry Roared With Laughter. Never Married, For Some Reason," Said Ron.

He Might Have Been Encased In A Thick Glass Bubble, So Separate Did He Feel From His Three Dining Companions. It Was A Sensation With Which He Was Only Too Familiar, That Of Walking In A Giant Sphere Of Worry, Enclosed By It, Watching His Own Terrors Roll By, Obscuring The Outside World.

Well, Usually When A Person Shakes Their Head," Said Mcgonagall Coldly, "they Mean 'no.' So Unless Miss Edgecombe Is Using A Form Of Sign Language As Yet Unknown To Humans.

You Sometimes Have To Join Forces With Those You'd Rather Avoid.

Makes A Diff'rence, Havin' A Decent Family,' He Said. 'me Dad Was Decent. An' Your Mum An' Dad Were Decent. If They'd Lived, Life Woulda Bin Diff'rent, Eh?' 'yeah, I S'pose,' Said Harry Cautiously. Hagrid Seemed To Be In A Very Strange Mood. 'family,' Said Hagrid Gloomily. 'whatever Yeh Say, Blood's Important.

But I Don’t Think I’ve Ever Known Such A Natural At Potions!” Said Slughorn. “instinctive, You Know — Like His Mother! I’ve Only Ever Taught A Few With This Kind Of Ability, I Can Tell You That, Sybill — Why Even Severus —” And To Harry’s Horror, Slughorn Threw Out An Arm And Seemed To Scoop Snape Out Of Thin Air Toward Them.

But The Idea Of The Dark Lord In Possesion Of The Deathstick Is, I Must Admit, Formidable.

One Of The Many Things I Learned At The End Of That Classics Corridor Down Which I Ventured At The Age Of 18, In Search Of Something I Could Not Then Define, Was This, Written By The Greek Author Plutarch: What We Achieve Inwardly Will Change Outer Reality. That Is An Astonishing Statement And Yet Proven A Thousand Times Every Day Of Our Lives. It Expresses, In Part, Our Inescapable Connection With The Outside World, The Fact That We Touch Other People’s Lives Simply By Existing.

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

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

To Hurt Is As Human As To Breathe.

But Snape Always Seemed To Hate Me So Much.

It Is Not About Striving For Immortality, But About Accepting Mortality.

The Inner Eye Does Not See Upon Command.

Snape Is Vindictive, He's Cruel. He's Not A Big Man. But He Loves. I Like Him, But I'd Also Like To Slap Him Hard.

Twitchy Little Ferret, Aren't You, Malfoy?

The Long Game Was Ended, The Snitch Had Been Caught, It Was Time To Leave The Air.

I Love You, Hermione,” Said Ron, Sinking Back, Rubbing His Eyes Wearily. Hermione Turned Faintly Pink, But Merely Said, “don’t Let Lavender Hear You Saying That.” “i Won’t,” Said Ron Into His Hands. “or Maybe I Will . . . Then She’ll Ditch Me . . .

Depression Is The Most Unpleasant Thing I Have Ever Experienced. . . . It Is That Absence Of Being Able To Envisage That You Will Ever Be Cheerful Again. The Absence Of Hope. That Very Deadened Feeling, Which Is So Very Different From Feeling Sad. Sad Hurts But It's A Healthy Feeling. It Is A Necessary Thing To Feel. Depression Is Very Different.

I Don't Need To Publish To Make A Living.

Years Ago Someone Wrote [about Me]: 'she Characterizes Molly Weasley As A Mother Who Is Only At Home Looking After The Children.' I Was Deeply Offended, Because I Until A Year Before That Had Also Been Such A Mother Who Was At Home All The Time Taking Care Of Her Child [...] What Has Lesser Status And Is More Difficult Than Raising A Child? And What Is More Important?

It Matters Not What Someone Is Born, But What They Grow To Be.

You Might Belong In Hufflepuff, Where They Are Just And Loyal, Those Patient Hufflepuffs Are True, And Unafraid Of Toil.

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.

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.

Nothing More Or Less Than The Deepest, Most Desperate Desire Of Our Hearts.

You Don't Know What I'm Capable Of, You Don't Know What I've Done!

Hallows, Not Horcruxes.

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