Youth cannot know how age thinks and feels. But old men are guilty if they forget what it was to be young.

J.K. Rowling

J.K. Rowling

Profession: Novelist
Nationality: British

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We teachers are rather good at magic, you know.

Everybody finished the song at different times. Dumbledore conducted their last few lines with his wand and when they had finished, he was one of those who clapped loudest. 'Ah music,' he said, wiping his eyes. 'A magic beyond all we do here!

I was convinced that the only thing I wanted to do ever - was write novels.

What if I'm in Slytherin?

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.

Excuse me. They both looked up. It was Hermione Granger. Can't a person eat in peace in this place? said Ron.

That's your ghoul, isn't it? asked Harry, who had never actually met the creature that sometimes disrupted the nightly silence.

My Head of House said I lacked certain necessary the ability to behave myself.

Harry felt a great leap of excitement. He didn't know what he was going to — but it had to be better than what he was leaving behind.

It takes a great deal of courage to stand up to your enemies, but a great deal more to stand up to your friends.

But for heaven's sake — you're wizards! You can do magic! Surely you can sort out — well — anything! Scrimgeour turned slowly on the spot and exchanged an incredulous look with Fudge, who really did manage a smile this time as he said kindly, The trouble is, the other side can do magic too, Prime Minister.

There isn't one, said Harry, still disoriented by the sudden appearance of all these people, unable to take everything n while his scar was still burning so fiercely.

Are — you — insane? said Hermione in a hushed voice.

October extinguished itself in a rush of howling winds and driving rain and November arrived, cold as frozen iron, with hard frosts every morning and icy drafts that bit at exposed hands and faces.