It takes a great deal of courage to stand up to your enemies, but a great deal more to stand up to your friends.
Dobby is a free elf, and Dobby has come to save Harry Potter and his friends!
Of course it is happening inside your head, Harry, but why on earth should that mean that it is not real?
May I offer you a cough drop, Dolores? Professor McGonagall asked curtly, without looking at Professor Umbridge.
Well, happy birthday anyway.
Neville will play Quidditch for England before Hagrid lets Dumbledore down.
For years, Aunt Petunia and Uncle Vernon had hoped that if they kept Harry as downtrodden as possible, they would be able to squash the magic out of him. To their fury, they had been unsuccessful.
Harry saw at once that it was a diary, and the faded year on the cover told him it was fifty years old. He opened it eagerly. On the first page he could just make out the name T. M. Riddle in smudged ink.
Oh, are you doing magic? Let's see it, then.
He turned back to Harry. 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.
Those who entered to investigate refused afterwards to talk of what they had found inside, but the least frightening part of it was that the place was infested with Dementors.
You think the dead we have ever loved ever truly leave us? You think that we don't recall them more clearly than ever in times of greatest trouble? You father is alive in you, Harry, and shows himself more plainly when you have need of him.
Listen, Hermione, I can tell it's not a girl. I can just tell.
I would like to take this opportunity to reassure Muggle purchasers that the amusing creatures described hereafter are fictional and cannot hurt you.To wizards, I say merely: Draco dormiens nunquam titillandus.
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...
Although people rarely died playing Quidditch, referees had been known to vanish and turn up months later in the Sahara Desert.
They moved from the drawing room to a dining room on the ground floor where they found spiders large as saucers lurking in the dresser (Ron left the room hurriedly to make a cup of tea and did not return for an hour and a half)
Dumbledore : I was blind . That is what love does. I couldn't see that you needed to hear that this closed-up, tricky, dangerous old man ... loved you ...
Karakarof spat onto the ground at Dumbledore's feet. In one swift movement, Hagrid seized the front of Karkaroff's furs, lifted him into the air, and slammed him against a nearby tree.
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.
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.
In the end, it mattered not that you could not close your mind. It was your heart that saved you.
You only agreed to try and get back in her good books.
Seen the Fizzing Whizbees, Harry?" said Ron, grabbing him and leading him over to their barrel. "And the Jelly Slugs? And the Acid Pops? Fred gave me one of those when I was seven - it burnt a hole right through my tongue. I remember Mum walloping him with her broomstick.
MOANING MYRTLE: What did you call me? Do I moan? Am I moaning now? AM I? AM I? SCORPIUS: No, I didn't mean . . . MOANING MYRTLE: What's my name? SCORPIUS: Myrtle. MOANING MYRTLE: Exactly — Myrtle. Myrtle Elizabeth Warren — a pretty name — my name — no need for the moaning.
She's alive, but only just.
Peeves the poltergeist came.
There's already a good chance Umbridge has chucked it away; the thing doesn't open.
Constant vigilance!
For in dreams we enter a world that is entirely our own. Let them swim in the deepest ocean or glide over the highest cloud.
You're not, he said, his quiet voice full of hatred. Not what? snapped Riddle. Not the greatest sorcerer in the world, said Harry, breathing fast. Sorry to disappoint you and all that, but the greatest wizard in the world is Albus Dumbledore. Everyone says so.
Got a sock, said Dobby in disbelief. Master threw it, and Dobby caught it, and Dobby — Dobby is free.
They weren't in a room, as he had supposed. They were in a corridor. The forbidden corridor on the third floor. And now they knew why it was forbidden.
Yes, but the world isn't split into good people and Death Eaters...
Harry the spider! they want me to tap dance. I don't want to tap dance!
Lord Voldemort had risen again.
The sky was a cold iron-grey, like the underside of a shield. A sharp breeze lifted the hems of skirts and rattled the leaves on the immature trees; a spiteful, chill wind that sought out your weakest places, the nape of your neck and your knees, and which denied you the comfort of dreaming, of retreating a little from reality.
They made their way down the drive in the gathering twilight. The air was full of the smells of warm grass, lake water, and wood smoke from Hagrid's cabin. It was difficult to believe that they were heading for anything dangerous or frightening.
Harry Potter rolled over inside his blankets without waking up. One small hand closed on the letter beside him and he slept on, not knowing he was special, not knowing he was famous, not knowing he would be woken in a few hours' time.
I don't need a cloak to become invisible, said Dumbledore gently.
He dug with a kind of fury, relishing the manual work, glorying in the non-magic of it, for every drop of his sweat and every blister felt like a gift to the elf who had saved their lives.
Tiny little bloke, my dad was. By the time I was six I could lift him up an' put him on top o' the dresser if he annoyed me. Used ter make him laugh...
Twitchy little ferret, aren't you, Malfoy?
Well, he should have some chocolate, at the very least,' said Madam Pomfrey.
The four brothers and three sisters were by all accounts a formidable team who rarely lost a match, partly, it is said, because of the intimidation felt by opposing teams at the sight of Walter standing on the sidelines with a wand in one hand and a meat cleaver in the other.
I'm pro Union.
Harry...You wonderful boy. You brave, brave man. Let us walk.
Dementors are among the foulest creatures that walk this earth. They infest the darkest, filthiest places, they glory in decay and despair, they drain peace, hope and happiness out of the air around them.
You might belong in Gryffindor where dwell the brave at heart. Their daring nerve and chivalry set Gryffindors apart.
