Don't put your wand into your back pocket! Better wizards than you have lost buttocks from it!
Don't put your wand into your back pocket! Better wizards than you have lost buttocks from it!
If she could have done one thing to make absolutely sure that every single person in this school would read you interview, it was banning it!
So you thought a little bit of snogging would cheer her up, right, Harry?
Wow, I wonder what it'd be like to have a difficult life?
Don't worry. You're just as sane as I am.
It is our choices that show who we are, far more than our abilities.
Some wounds run too deep for the healing.
Yeah, Quirrell was a great teacher. There was just that minor drawback of him having Lord Voldemort sticking out of the back of his head!
Facing this stuff, in real life is not like school, in school, if you make a mistake you can just try again tomorrow, but out there...when your a second away from being murdered or watching a friend die right before your eyes...you don't know what that's like.
It seemed impossible that there could be people in the world who still desired food, who laughed, who neither knew nor cared that Sirius Black was gone forever.
The barman sidled toward them out of a back room. He was a grump-looking old man with a great deal of a long gray hair and a beard. He was tall and thin and looked vaguely familiar to Harry.
You can laugh, but people used to believe there was no such thing as the blubbering humdinger and the crumple horned snorkak!
Fools who wear their hearts proudly on their sleeves, who cannot control their emotions, who wallow in sad memories and allow themselves to be provoked this easily -- weak people, in other words -- they stand no chance...
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.
The inner eye does not see upon command.
You can't give a Dementor the old one-two!
Get up, you useless lump, get up!
It's like my mother said, the things we've lost always have a way of coming back to us. Weather or bot in the way we expect
The mind is not a book, to be opened at will and examined at leisure. Thoughts are not etched on the inside of skulls, to be perused by an invader. The mind is a complex and many-layered thing.
You don't understand - there are things worth dying for!
Give her hell from us, Peeves.
Just because you have the emotional range of a teaspoon doesn't mean we all have.
The Ministry places a rather higher value on my life than yours, I'm afraid
You know someone who lost a buttocks?
Hang on. This Lord Voldything's back you say?... and now he's sending dismembers after you?... I see. Well that settles it, YOU CAN GET OUT OF THIS HOUSE BOY!
Just because you're allowed to use magic now you don't have to whip your wands out for every tiny thing!
Things we lose have a way of coming back to us in the end, if not always in the way we expect.
You know, Minister, I disagree with Dumbledore on many counts...but you cannot deny he's got style...
According to Madam Pomfrey, thoughts could leave deeper scars than almost anything else.
Harry had the impression that even the barman was listening in. He was wiping the same glass with the filthy rag; it was becoming steadily dirtier.
Listen Harry, your'e not a BAD person. Your'e a very good person, that, bad things happen to.
This is night, Diddykins. That's what we call it when it goes all dark like this.
You may not like it minister, but you can't deny it: Dumbledore's got style.
Ah well... wand still in your jeans? Both buttocks still on? Okay, let's go.
He knows how to play. Itty-bitty-baby-Potter.
My Head of House said I lacked certain necessary qualities...like the ability to behave myself.
Time is Galleons, little brother.
You saved Dad's life. If anyone's got the right to eavesdrop on him, it's you.
Are you quite sure you wouldn't like a cough drop, Dolores?
He might have crawled up into the airing cupboard and died, but I mustn't get my hopes up.
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.
Unfortunately all my shoes have mysteriously disappeared. I suspect Nargles are behind it.
You'd think a bit of snogging would cheer her up.
At least my happiness doesn't depend on Ron's goalkeeping ability.
I am not forgotten, you know, no, I still recieve a very great deal of fan mail. Gladys Gudegeon writes weekly...I just wish I knew why... I suspect it is simply my good looks.
Oh, I'm going to KILL Mundungus Flecther!
We all have good and bad inside of us. It's what side we choose to follow that defines who we really are.
You're the one who is weak. You will never know love or friendship. And I feel sorry for you.
But Dumbledore says he doesn't care what they do as long as they don't take him off the Chocolate Frog cards.
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.
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