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You’ll Soon Find Out Some Wizarding Families Are Much Better Than Others, Potter. You Don’t Want To Go Making Friends With The Wrong Sort. I Can Help You There.” He Held Out His Hand To Shake Harry’s, But Harry Didn’t Take It. “i Think I Can Tell Who The Wrong Sort Are For Myself, Thanks,” He Said Coolly.

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You’ll Soon Find Out Some Wizarding Families Are Much Better Than Others, Potter. You Don’t Want To Go Making Friends With The Wrong Sort. I Can Help You There.” He Held Out His Hand To Shake Harry’s, But Harry Didn’t Take It. “i Think I Can Tell Who The Wrong Sort Are For Myself, Thanks,” He Said Coolly.

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I'm Serious, Harry, Don't Go." But Harry Only Had One Thought In His Head, Which Was To Get Back In Front Of The Mirror, And Ron Wasn't Going To Stop Him. That Third Night He Found His Way More Quickly Than Before. He Was Walking So Fast He Knew He Was Making More Noise Than Was Wise, But He Didn't Meet Anyone. And There Were His Mother And Father Smiling At Him Again, And One Of His Grandfathers Nodding Happily. Harry Sank Down To Sit On The Floor In Front Of The Mirror. There Was Nothing To Stop Him From Staying Here All Night With His Family. Nothing At All.

Whatever House I'm In, I Hope She's Not In It.

Why Can’t I Drink The Potion Instead?” Asked Harry Desperately. “because I Am Much Older, Much Cleverer, And Much Less Valuable,” Said Dumbledore.

Well, I'm Sure You'll Find Someone Somewhere Who'll Have You.

Some Wounds Run Too Deep For The Healing.

There's Nothing Better When Something Comes And Hits You And You Think 'yes'!

He Was My Mum And Dad's Best Friend. He's A Convicted Murderer, But He's Broken Out Of Wizard Prison And He's On The Run. He Likes To Keep In Touch With Me, Though...keep Up With My News...check If I'm Happy.

It Is Impossible To Manufacture Or Imitate Love.

Don't Count Your Owls Before They Are Delivered.

Potter Is Mocked By A Faculty Member For The Idea That There Is Evil In The World From Which Even Children Need To Learn To Defend Themselves By The Actual Practice Of Doing So Rather Than Familiarity With Theory.

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

Rita Looked As Though She Would Have Liked Nothing Better Than To Seize The Paper Umbrella Sticking Out Of Hermione's Drink And Thrust It Up Her Nose.

A Tiny Little Wooden Man [was] Slowly Ascending The Steps To A Real Set Of Gallows, Both Perched On A Box That Read: Reusable Hangman — Spell It Or He’ll Swing!

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.

They May Not Look Dangerous, But If Angered [bowtruckles] Will Gouge Out Human Eyes With Their Fingers, Which, As You Can See, Are Very Sharp And Not At All Desirable Near The Eyeballs.

If You Made A Better Rat Than A Human, It’s Not Much To Boast About, Peter.

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.

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.

Mad Eye' Moody On The Avada Kedavra Curse: "not Nice," He Said Calmly. "not Pleasant. And There's No Counter Curse. There's No Blocking It. Only One Known Person Has Ever Survived It, And He's Sitting Right In Front Of Me.

Dawn Seemed To Follow Midnight With Indecent Haste.

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.

Everyone Queue Up!' Malfoy Roared To The Crowd. 'harry Potter's Giving Out Signed Photos!

Contemplating The Task Ahead Would Not Make It Easier Or The Water Warmer.

By Gryffindor, The Bravest Were Prized Far Beyond The Rest; For Ravenclaw, The Cleverest Would Always Be The Best; For Hufflepuff, Hard Workers Were Most Worthy Of Admission; And Power-hungry Slytherin Loved Those Of Great Ambition.

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

You Have To Resign Yourself To The Fact That You Waste A Lot Of Trees Before You Write Anything You Really Like, And That's Just The Way It Is. It's Like Learning An Instrument, You've Got To Be Prepared For Hitting Wrong Notes Occasionally, Or Quite A Lot, Cause I Wrote An Awful Lot Before I Wrote Anything I Was Really Happy With. And Read A Lot. Reading Really Helps. Read Anything You Can Get Your Hands On.

But You've Been Too Busy Saving The Wizarding World. Well ... I Can't Say I'm Surprised. I Knew This Would Happen In The End. I Knew You Wouldn't Be Happy Unless You Were Hunting Voldemort. Maybe That's Why I Like You So Much.

Neville Kicked Aside The Broken Fragments Of His Own Wand As They Walked Slowly Toward The Door. "my Gran's Going Do Kill Be," Said Neville Thickly, Blood Spattering From His Nose As He Spoke, "dat Was By Dad's Old Wand.

What I Would Most Like To Think They Would Take Away, Is What I Take Away When I Read My Favorite Books. Which Is The Knowledge That There Is Always Somewhere You Can Go, That You Love, And Where You're Safe. And That's How I Feel About My Favorite Books, Wherever I Am, If I've Got That Book With Me, I've Got A Place Where I Can Go And Be Happy. So If That Place Is Hogwarts For Anyone, Then I Couldn't Be More Honored Or Humbled.

Oh, It Can't Be A Reference To The Fact Harry's A Great Seeker, That's Way Too Obvious. There Must Be A Secret Message From Dumbledore Hidden In The Icing!

Oh, I'm So Glad We Know What It's Called, That's A Great Help," Snarled Ron, Leaning Back, Trying To Stop The Plant From Curling Around His Neck.

Here Lies Dobby, A Free Elf.

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

Wow, I Wonder What It'd Be Like To Have A Difficult Life?

I Really Like How The Sixth Book Is Going. A Lot Happens In The Sixth Book And A Lot Of Questions Are Answered. I Really Have A Sense That We Are Nearly There And It Is Time For Answers, Not More Questions And Clues, Although Obviously There Are A Few Clues As I Am Not Quite Finished Yet.

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.

There's A Time And A Place For Getting A Smart Mouth.

Freedom Of Speech

Harry Is The Best Hope We Have. Trust Him.

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Hoping For The Best

That's Right," Said Luna Encouragingly, As If They Were Back In The Room Of Requirement And This Was Simply Spell Practice For The D.a. "that's Right, Harry... Come On, Think Of Something Happy..." "something Happy?" He Said, His Voice Cracked. "we're All Still Here," She Whispered, "we're Still Fighting. Come On, Now.

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