Harry Potter must not go back to Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. There is a plot, a plot to make the most terrible things happen. So if harry potter goes back to Hogwarts he will be in grave danger
Harry Potter must not go back to Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. There is a plot, a plot to make the most terrible things happen. So if harry potter goes back to Hogwarts he will be in grave danger
Why'd you have to use a bloody bludger????
Dawn was breaking over the horizon, shell pink and faintly gold...
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.
If you have to ask, you'll never know. If you know, you need only ask.
Potter! There are hundreds of people thundering through my pub!
There's the silver lining I'm looking for.
Because - oh shut up laughing, you two - because they've just been turned down by girls they asked to the ball!
I took a wrong turn on the way to the bathroom and found myself in a beautifully proportioned room I had never seen before, containing a really rather magnificent collection of chamberpots. When I went back to investigate more closely, I discovered that the room had vanished. But I must keep an eye out for it. Possibly it is only accessible at five thirty in the morning. Or it may only appear at the quarter moon - or when the seeker has an exceptionally full bladder.
There was no point worrying yet... what would coe would come... and he would just have to meet it when it did.
Bangs and smoke were more often the marks of ineptitude than expertise.
He glanced at her. She was not tearful; that was one of the many things about Ginny, she was rarely weepy. He had sometimes thought that having six brothers must have toughened her up.
Oh, he'll try, I'm sure... The usual empty words, the usual slithering out of action...
When you have seen as much of life as I have, you will not underestimate the power of obsessive love.
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!
Don't let the muggles get you down.
Nasty temper he's got, that Sirius Black.
You foul, loathsome, evil little cockroach!
Friday was an important day for Harry and Ron. They finally managed to find their way down to the Great Hall without getting lost once.
It was a shame, but as Ron said, you couldn't have everything in life.
To a well organized mind, death is nothing but the next greatest adventure.
No man or woman alive, magical or not, has ever escaped some form of injury, whether physical, mental, or emotional. To hurt is as human as to breathe.
Harry was just thinking that all he needed was for Dumbledore's pet bird to die while he was all alone in the office with it, when the bird burst into flames.
You will find that I will only truly have left this school when none here are loyal to me.
Death is but crossing the line, as friends do the sea.
He lay face down, listening to the silence. He was perfectly alone. Nobody was watching. Nobody else was there. He was not perfectly sure that he was there himself.
I'll join you when Hell freezes over.
Power was my weakness and my temptation.
They're evacuating the younger kids and everyone's meeting in the Great Hall to get organized... We're fighting.
But I was willing to embrace mortal life again, before chasing immortality.
I was ripped from my body, I was less than spirit , less than the meanest ghost...but still, I was alive.
There. Maybe if you're lucky, you'll get a scar! That's what you want, isn't it?
Because to confide a part of your soul to something that can think and move for itself is obviously a very risky business.
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.
Once again I must ask too much of you, Harry.
Why are you worrying about YOU-KNOW-WHO, when you should be worrying about YOU-NO-POO? The constipation sensation that's gripping the nation!
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!
Even the weather seemed to be celebrating; as June approached, the days became cloudless and sultry, and all anybody felt like doing was strolling onto the grounds and flopping down on the grass with several pints of iced pumpkin juice, perhaps playing a casual game of Gobstones or watching the giant squid propel itself dreamily across the surface of the lake.
Once again you've put your keen and penetrating mind to the task and as usual come to the wrong conclusion!
You look in excellent health to me, Potter, so you will excuse me if I don't let you off homework today. I assure you that if you do die, you need not hand it in.
Gringotts was the safest place in the world for something you wanted to hide - except perhaps Hogwarts!
It was as if Snape had started handing out sweets.
Truth...a beatiful and terrible thing and therefore must be treated with great caution.
No witch has ever claimed to own the Elder Wand. Make of that what you will.
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