The best Quotes by Harry James Potter

The best Quotes by Harry James Potter

Harry James Potter is a fictional character and the titular protagonist in J. K. Rowling's series of eponymous novels. The majority of the books' plot covers seven years in the life of the orphan Harry, who, on his eleventh birthday, learns he is a wizard.

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You're the weak one. And you'll never know love, or friendship. And I feel sorry for you.
Albus Severus, you were named after two headmasters of Hogwarts. One of them was Slytherin and he was probably the bravest man I ever knew.
I don’t go looking for trouble. Trouble usually finds me.
"Yes," said Harry stiffly.
"Yes, sir."
"There's no need to call me 'sir' Professor."
The words had escaped him before he knew what he was saying.
They were great men, with huge flaws, and you know what – those flaws almost made them greater.
Waitress: "Harry Potter. Who's Harry Potter?"
Harry: "Oh, no one. Bit of a tosser, really."
Hermione: "Feels strange to be going home, doesn't it?"
Harry: "I'm not going home. Not really."
There are no more Horcruxes. It's just you and me. Neither can live while the other survives, and one of us is about to leave for good.
"You see, I, unlike you, have been made a prefect, which means that I, unlike you, have the power to hand out punishments."
"Yeah," said Harry, "but you, unlike me, are a git."
Even though we've got a fight ahead of us, we've got one thing that Voldemort doesn't have: Something worth fighting for.
"You're dead, Potter!"
Harry raised his eyebrows. "Funny," he said, "you'd think I'd have stopped walking around."
Slughorn: "Exactly how did you get out of the castle, Harry?"
Harry: "Through the front door, sir."
Umbridge: "Potter, do something. Tell them I mean no harm!"
Harry: "I'm sorry, professor. But I must not tell lies."
Ron: "Well, you can't break an Unbreakable Vow."
Harry: "I'd worked that much out for myself, funnily enough."
You seem cleverer than Fudge, so I'd have thought you'd have learned from his mistakes. He tried interfering at Hogwarts. You might have noticed he's not Minister any more, but Dumbledore's still Headmaster.
Harry: "He'll try and get me through you."
Ginny: "What if I don't care?"
Harry: "I care. How do you think I'd feel if this was your funeral... and it was my fault."
I don't remember you rushing to my defence when I was trying to tell everyone Voldemort was back. The Ministry wasn't so keen to be pals last year.
Scrimgeour: "Dumbledore's man through and through, aren't you, Potter?"
Harry: "Yeah, I am. Glad we straightened that out."
Lupin: "Harry, I've left a letter telling your aunt and uncle not to worry."
Harry: "They won't."
Lupin: "That you're safe."
Harry: "That'll just depress them."
Lupin: "And you'll see them next summer."
Harry: "Do I have to?"
"I've already got a house, my godfather left me one. So why would I want this one? All the happy memories?"
There was silence. Harry thought he had rather impressed his uncle with this argument.
Love blinds. We have both tried to give our sons, not what they needed, but what we needed. We’ve been so busy trying to rewrite our own pasts, we’ve blighted their present.
Draco: "Got plenty of special features, hasn't it? Shame it doesn't come with a parachute - in case you get too near a Dementor."
Harry: "Pity you can't attach an extra arm to yours, Malfoy. Then it could catch the Snitch for you."
"Blimey," said the other twin. "Are you -?"
"He is," said the first twin. "Aren’t you?" he added to Harry. "What?" said Harry. "Harry Potter," chorused the twins. "Oh, him," said Harry. "I mean, yes, I am."
Ron: "Blimey, Harry. You've slayed dragons. If you can't get a date, who can?"
Harry: "I think I'd take the dragon right now."
I just didn't think my dad would have wanted his best friends to become killers. Besides, dead, the truth dies with him. Alive, you're free.
Vernon: "Listening to the news! Again?"
Harry: "Well, it changes every day, you see."
I won't blast people out of my way just because they're there. That's Voldemort's job.
Ron: "There is no way they'd let me be a Death Eater! My whole family are blood traitors! That's as bad as Muggle-borns to Death Eaters!"
Harry: "And they'd love to have me. We'd be best pals if they didn't keep trying to do me in."
I'm going to keep going until I succeed - or die. Don't think I don't know how this might end. I've known it for years.
"I wonder if you could give me a quick word? How you felt facing that dragon? How do you feel now about the fairness of the scoring?"
"Yeah, you can have a word," said Harry savagely. "Goodbye!"
Severus Snape wasn't yours. Snape was Dumbledores, Dumbledores from the moment you started hunting down my mother.
Harry: "There's already a good chance Umbridge has chucked it away; the thing doesn't open."
Ron: "Unless she's found a way of opening it and she's now possessed."
Harry: "Wouldn't make any difference to her, she was so evil in the first place."
Scrimgeour: "It's time you learned some respect!"
Harry: "It's time you earned it."
Ginny: "I think Mum thinks that if she can stop the three of you getting together and planning, she'll be able to delay you leaving."
Harry: "And then what does she think's going to happen? Someone else might kill off Voldemort while she's holding us here making vol-au-vents?"
"Comin' ter see old Aragog off, though, eh? Well… he'd've liked that, Aragog would."
Harry thought privately that what Aragog would have liked most about Slughorn was the ample amount of edible flesh he provided.
There was a clatter as the basilisk fangs cascaded out of Hermione's arms. Running at Ron, she flung them around his neck and kissed him full on the mouth. Ron threw away the fangs and broomstick he was holding and responded with such enthusiasm that he lifted Hermione off her feet.
"Is this the moment?" Harry asked weakly, and when nothing happened except that Ron and Hermione gripped each other still more firmly and swayed on the spot, he raised his voice. "Oi! There's a war going on here!"
Angelina: "They're two blokes called Crabbe and Goyle, I don't know much about them. They don't look bright enough to tell one end of a broom from the other. But then I was always surprised Derrick and Bole managed to find their way on to the pitch without signposts."
Harry: "Crabbe and Goyle are in the same mould."
This is night, Diddykins. That's what we call it when it goes all dark like this.
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!
Ron: "I dreamed I was buying new shoes last night. What d'ya think that's gonna mean?"
Harry: "Probably that you're going to be eaten by a giant marshmallow or something."
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.
Harry: "Dumbledore would have given me the sword? Maybe he thought it would look nice on my wall."
Scrimgeour: "This is not a joke, Potter! Did he give you that sword, Potter, because he believed, as do many, that you are the one destined to destroy He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named?"
Harry: "Interesting theory. Has anyone ever tried sticking a sword in Voldemort? Maybe the Ministry should put some people onto that."
Draco: "You wait. I'll have you. You can't land my father in prison."
Harry: "I thought I just had."
Yeah? Did he say you look like a pig that's been taught to walk on its hind legs? 'Cause that's not cheek, Dud, that's true.
Dudley: "I know what day it is."
Harry: "Well done. You've finally learned the days of the week."
You know your mother, Malfoy? That expression she's got, like she's got dung under her nose? Has she always looked like that, or was it just because you were with her?
Harry: "Snape'll be gone by the end of the year."
Ron: "What do you mean?"
Harry: "That job's jinxed. No one's lasted more than a year... Quirrell actually died doing it. Personally, I'm going to keep my fingers crossed for another death."
Harry: "You don't learn from your mistakes, Riddle, do you?"
Voldemort: "You dare -"
Harry: "Yes I dare. I know things you don't know, Tom Riddle. I know lots of important things that you don't. Want to hear some, before you make another big mistake?"
"You've sort of made up for it tonight," said Harry. "Getting the sword. Finishing off the Horcux. Saving my life."
"That makes me sound a lot cooler than I was," Ron mumbled.
"Stuff like that always sounds cooler than it really was," said Harry. "I've been trying to tell you that for years."
I've never fought alone, you see. And I never will.
I shouldn't have survived - it was my destiny to die - even Dumbledore thought so - and yet i lived. I beat Voldemort. All these people - all these people - my parents, Fred, the Fallen Fifty - and it's me that gets to live? How is that? All this damage - and it's my fault.
Dumbledore: "I assume, right about now, you're wondering why I brought you here. Am I right?"
Harry: "Actually, sir, after all these years, I just sort of go with it."
Harry barely slept that night. When he awoke on Monday morning, he seriously considered for the first time ever just running away from Hogwarts. But as he looked around the Great Hall at breakfast time, and thought about what leaving the castle would mean, he knew he couldn't do it. It was the only place he had ever been happy.
Luna: "You're Harry Potter."
Harry: "I know I am."

Quotes about Harry James Potter

The mind is a complex and many-layered thing, Potter... or at least, most minds are.
You are truly your father’s son, Harry.
How extraordinary like your father you are, Potter. He, too, was exceedingly arrogant. A small amount of talent on the Quidditch pitch made him think he was a cut above the rest of us, too. Strutting around the place with his friends and admirers... the resemblance between you is uncanny.
You said it once before, that there was time to turn back if we wanted to. We've had time, haven't we? We're with you whatever happens.
"Why would Harry Potter try to get inside Ravenclaw Tower? Potter belongs in my house!"
Beneath the disbelief and anger, Harry heard a little strain of pride in her voice, and affection for Minerva McGonagall gushed up inside him.
And Harry Potter's now having an argument with his Keeper. I don't think that'll help him find the Snitch, but maybe it's a clever ruse.
I think you're like James, who would have regarded it as the height of dishonour to mistrust his friends.
He's covered in blood again. Why is it he's always covered in blood?
I never really gave up on you. Not really. I always hoped... Hermione told me to get on with life, maybe go out with some other people, relax a bit around you, because I never used to be able to talk if you were in the room, remember? And she thought you might take a bit more notice if I was a bit more - myself.
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.
I just wish I'd asked you sooner. We could've had ages... months... years maybe.
"This boy has as much chance of becoming an Auror as Dumbledore has of ever returning to this school."
"A very good chance, then," said Professor McGonagall.
Well, none of us really fancy it, mate. Imagine if something went wrong, and we ended up a scrawny specky git forever.
You should hear my gran talk about you. "That Harry Potter's got more backbone than the whole Ministry of Magic put together!" She'd give anything to have you as a grandson.
You could be great, you know, it's all here in your head, and Slytherin will help you on the way to greatness.
I know Harry Potter. And I reckon he's the real thing - the Chosen One, or whatever you want to call it.
Going somewhere, Potter? You should be in the Gryffindor common room preparing for yet another year of academic underachievement.
Gotta bone ter pick with yeh. I've heard you've bin givin' out signed photos. How come I haven't got one?
You may wear that scar like a crown, Potter, but it is not up to a seventeen-year-old boy to tell me how to do my job!
You'll meet the same sticky end as your parents one of these days, Harry Potter. They were meddlesome fools, too.
Well, how is it that you - a skinny boy with no extraordinary magical talent - managed to defeat the greatest wizard of all time? How did you escape with nothing but a scar, while Lord Voldemort's powers were destroyed?
Der "Boy Who Lived" remains a symbol of everything for which we are fighting: the triumph of good, the power of innocence, the need to keep resisting.
After I came out of hospital - everyone ignored me, shut me out - other than, that is, the boy who had everything - who came across the Gryffindor common room and challenged me to a game of Exploding Snap. People think they know all there is to know about you, but the best bits of you are - have always been - heroic in really quiet ways
Dumbledore's man through and through, aren't you, Potter?
The one with the power to vanquish the Dark Lord approaches... born to those who have thrice defied him, born as the seventh month dies... and the Dark Lord will mark him as his equal, but he will have power the Dark Lord knows not... and either must die at the hand of the other for neither can live while the other survives.
Not Harry! Please... have mercy... have mercy... not Harry! Not Harry! Please - I'll do anything...
Harry! I'd almost forgotten you were here, standing on the bones of my father. I'd introduce you, but word has it you're almost as famous as me these days.
"I'd like you to have something to remember me by, you know, if you ever meet some Veela when you're off doing whatever you're doing."
"I think dating opportunities are going to be pretty thin on the ground, to be honest."
"There's a silver lining I've been looking for," she whispered, and then she was kissing him as she never kissed him before.
I brought you here 16 years ago when you were no bigger than a Bowtruckle. Seems only right that I should be the one to take you away now.
Avada Kedavra… the killing curse. There's no blocking it. Only one known person has ever survived it, and he's sitting right in front of me.
Dobby has heard of your greatness, sir, but of your goodness, Dobby never knew.
You're a really good teacher, Harry.
His eyes are as green as a fresh pickled toad,
His hair is as dark as a blackboard.
I wish he was mine, he's really divine,
The hero who conquered the Dark Lord.
The lesson even your father sometimes failed to heed is that bravery doesn't forgive stupidity. Always think. Think what's possible.
Most think he's barking, the potty wee lad,
but some are more kindly and think he's just sad,
but Peevesy knows better and says that he's mad.
What is it this time, my fine Potty friend? Hearing voices? Seeing visions? Speaking in tongues?
I'm impressed. That suggests what you fear most of all is - fear. Very wise, Harry.
You'd better hurry up, they'll be be waiting for the Chosen Captain - the Boy Who Scored - whatever they call you these days.
Ah, yes, Harry Potter. Our new - celebrity.
Vernon: "Their son... he'd be about Dudley's age now, wouldn't he?"
Petunia: "I suppose so."
Vernon: "What's his name again? Howard, isn't it?"
Petunia: "Harry. Nasty, common name, if you ask me."
This boy will be famous, a legend. I wouldn't be surprised if today was known as Harry Potter day in future. There will be books written about Harry, every child in our world will know his name!

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Dumbledore watched her fly away, and as her silvery glow faded he turned back to Snape, and his eyes were full of tears. "After all this time?"
"Always", said Snape.
It is the quality of one's convictions that determines success, not the number of followers.
But he was home. Hogwarts was the first and best home he had known. He and Voldemort and Snape, the abandoned boys, had all found home here.
"You - will - never - touch - our - children - again!" screamed Mrs. Weasley. Bellatrix laughed, the same exhilarated laugh her cousin Sirius had given as he toppled backwards through the veil, and suddenly Harry knew what was going to happen before it did. Molly's curse soared beneath Bellatrix's outstretched arm and hit her squarely in the chest, directly over her heart.
Where your treasure is, there will your heart be also.
Of course it is happening inside your head, Harry, but why on earth should that mean that it is not real?
Hermione: "We didn't hear stories like that when we were little, we heard 'Snow White and the Seven Dwarves' and 'Cinderella'..."
Ron: "What's that? An illness?"
It is a curious thing, Harry, but perhaps those who are best suited to power are those who have never sought it. Those who, like you, have leadership thrust upon them, and take up the mantle because they must, and find to their own surprise that they wear it well.
Words are, in my not so humble opinion, our most inexhaustible source of magic, capable of both inflicting injury and remedying it.
Power was my weakness and my temptation.
The dedication of this book is split seven ways: To Neil, to Jessica, to David, to Kenzie, to Di, to Anne, and to you, if you have stuck with Harry until the very end.
If you're not in Gryffindor, we'll disinherit you, but no pressure.
Actually, I’m highly logical which allows me to look past extraneous detail and perceive clearly that which others overlook.
Do not pity the dead, Harry. Pity the living. And above all, all those who live without love.
"Are you planning to follow a career in Magical Law, Miss Granger?" asked Scrimgeour.
"No, I’m not," retorted Hermione. "I'm hoping to do some good in the world!"
Every second he breathed, the smell of the grass, the cool air on his face, was so precious: to think that people had years and years, time to waste, so much time it dragged, and he was clinging to each second.
I mean, you could claim that anything's real if the only basis for believing in it is that nobody's proved it doesn't exist!
Wands are only as powerful as the wizards who use them. Some wizards just like to boast that theirs are bigger and better than other people's.
Hermione: "You think it's all going to be all right if you just say sorry?"
Ron: "Well, what else can I say?"
Hermione: "Oh, I don't know! Rack your brains, Ron, that should only take a couple of seconds."
"So that's little Scorpius," said Ron under his breath. "Make sure you beat him in every test, Rosie. Thank God you inherited your mother's brains."
"Ron, for heaven's sake," said Hermione, half-stern, half-amused. "Don't try to turn them against each other before they've even started school!"
"You're right, sorry," said Ron, but unable to help himself he added, "don't get too friendy with him, though, Rosi. Granddad Weasley would never forgive you if you married a pure-blood."
Harry: "You're not still mad at him, are you?"
Hermione: "I'm always mad at him."
Don't get lulled into a false sense of security, thinking he's out of the country. Maybe he is, maybe he isn't, but the fact remains he can move faster than Severus Snape confronted with shampoo.
"My word, Severus, that I shall never reveal the best of you?" Dumbledore sighed, looking down into Snape's ferocious, anguished face. "If you insist..."
If we die for them, I'll kill you, Harry!
And leave Hermione? You mad? We wouldn't last two days without her. Don't tell her I said that.
Hermione launched herself forwards and started punching every inch of him that she could reach.
"Ouch - ow - gerroff! What the -? Hermione - OW!"
"You - complete - arse - Ronald - Weasley!"
She punctuated every word with a blow: Ron backed away, shielding his head as Hermione advanced.
Snape: "I am not such a coward."
Dumbledore: "No. You are a braver man by far than Igor Karkaroff. You know, I sometimes think we Sort too soon."
"We protest! And I'm hunted quite as much as any goblin or elf, Griphook! I'm a Mudblood!"
"Don't call yourself -" Ron muttered.
"Why shouldn't I?" said Hermione. "Mudblood, and proud of it!"
"I'll join you when Hell freezes over," said Neville. "Dumbledore's Army!" he shouted, and there was an answering cheer from the crowd, whom Voldemort's Silencing Charms seemed unable to hold.
Lily: "Does it make a difference, being Muggle-born?"
Severus: "No. It doesn't make any difference."
I have spied for you and lied for you, put myself in mortal danger for you. Everything was supposed to be to keep Lily Potter’s son safe. Now you tell me you have been raising him like a pig for slaughter.
"Would you like me to do it now?" asked Snape, his voice heavy with irony. "Or would you like a few moments to compose an epitaph?"
Come, daddy. Harry doesn't want to talk to us right now. He's just too polite to say it.
"Which came first, the phoenix or the flame?"
Luna: "I think the answer is that a circle has no beginning."
I've interrupted a deep thought, haven't I? I can see it growing smaller in your eyes.
Fred's eyes stared without seeing, the ghost of his last laugh still etched upon his face.
James lifted an invisible sword. "Gryffindor, where dwell the brave at heart! Like my dad."
Snape made a small, disparaging noise. James turned on him. "Got a problem with that?"
"No," said Snape, though his slight sneer said otherwise. "If you'd rather be brawny than brainy -"
"Where're you hoping to go, seeing as you're neither?" interjected Sirius.
Snape: "I wish... I wish I were dead..."
Dumbledore: "And what use would that be to anyone?"
"Oh, I'm so sorry," hissed Hermione, and as she dragged the waitress out of sight of the windows, Harry heard her mutter a suggestion as to where Ron could stick his wand instead.
"Look... at... me..." he whispered. The green eyes found the black, but after a second, something in the depths of the dark pair seemed to vanish, leaving them fixed, blank, and empty. The hand holding Harry thudded to the floor, and Snape moved no more.
"They think I'm a waste of space, actually, but I'm used to -"
"I don't think you're a waste of space."
If Harry had not seen Dudley's lips move, he might not have believed it.
Scrimgeour: "I notice that your birthday cake is in the shape of a Snitch. Why is that?"
Hermione: "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!"
I've modified my parents' memories so that they're convinced that they're really called Wendell and Monica Wilkins, and that their life's ambition is to move to Australia, which they have now done.
Snape: "Mediocre, arrogant as his father, a determined rule-breaker, delighted to find himself famous, attention-seeking and impertinent -"
Dumbledore: "You see what you expect to see, Severus. Other teachers report that the boy is modest, likeable and reasonably talented. Personally, I find him an engaging child."
Phineas Nigellus: "Headmaster! They are camping in the Forest of Dean! The Mudblood -"
Severus Snape: "Do not use that word!'
You didn't just lose a mother that night in Godric's Hollow, you know. I lost a sister.
George: "So what's the plan, Harry?"
Harry: "There isn't one."
Fred: "Just going to make it up as we go along, are we? My favourite kind."
"NOT MY DAUGHTER, YOU B*TCH!" Mrs. Weasley threw off her cloak as she ran, freeing her arms. Bellatrix spun on the spot, roaring with laughter at the sight of her new challenger. "OUT OF MY WAY!" shouted Mrs. Weasley to the three girls, and with a swipe of her wand she began to duel.
Hermione: "It's impossible to make good food out of nothing! You can summon it if you know where it is, you can transform it, you can increase the quantity if you've already got some -"
Ron: "- well, don't bother increasing this, it's disgusting."
We're all human, aren't we? Every human life is worth the same, and worth saving.
Ron: "What are we doing with all these books, anyway?"
Hermine: "Just trying to decide which ones to take with us when we're looking for the Horcruxes."
Ron: "Oh, of course. I forgot we'll be hunting down Voldemort in a mobile library."
Harry: "Why are you here? All of you?"
Lily: "We never left."
Kill me, then, Voldemort, I welcome death! But my death will not bring you what you seek... there is so much you do not understand...
Carrow: "Couple of kids more or less, what's the difference?"
McGonagall: "Only the difference between truth and lies, courage and cowardice. A difference, in short, which you and your sister seem unable to appreciate."
Bellatrix: "How dare you defy your masters?"
Dobby: "Dobby has no master! Dobby is a free elf, and Dobby has come to save Harry Potter and his friends!"
We’re all going to keep fighting, Harry. You know that?
"And what will you give me in return, Severus?"
"In - in return?" Snape gaped at Dumbledore, and Harry expected him to protest, but after a long moment he said, "Anything."
Snape: "Hide them all, then. Keep her - them - safe. Please."
Dumbledore: "And what will you give me in return, Severus?"
Snape: "In - return? Anything."
Moody: "For those of you who haven't taken Polyjuice Potion before, fair warning: It tastes like goblin piss."
Fred: "Have a lot of experience with that, do you, Mad-Eye?"
Fred and George turned to each other and said together, "Wow, we're identical!"
"I dunno though, I think I'm still better looking," said Fred, examining his reflection in the kettle.
"Well, that's that plan scuppered," said George, "Obviously there's no chance at all of us getting a bit of your hair unless you cooperate."
"Yeah, thirteen of us against one bloke who's not allowed to use magic; we've got no chance," said Fred.
He will know why I died and I hope he will understand. I was trying to make a world in which he could live a happier life.
There's a time and a place for getting a smart mouth.
Vot is the point of being an international Quidditch player if all the good-looking girls are taken?
Harry stunned the Death Eater as they passed. Malfoy looked around, beaming, for his savior, and Ron punched him from under the cloak. Malfoy fell backward on top of the Death Eater, his mouth bleeding, utterly bemused.
"And that's the second time we've saved your life tonight, you two-faced bastard!" Ron yelled.
Lily Evans: "Doesn't your dad like magic?"
Severus Snape: "He doesn't like anything, much."
Bless him, and to think I used to dream of chopping off his head.
Master Regulus was strange, not as he usually was, disturbed in his mind, Kreacher could tell ... and he asked Kreacher to take him to the cave, the cave where Kreacher had gone with the Dark Lord.
Fight! Fight for my master, the defender of the house-elves! Fight the Dark Lord, in the name of brave Regulus!
Kreacher: "Kreacher needed water, he crawled to the island's edge and he drank from the black lake ... and hands, dead hands, came out of the water and dragged Kreacher under the surface..."
Harry: "How did you get away?"
Kreacher: "Master Regulus told Kreacher to come back."
Harry: "I know – but how did you escape the Inferi?"
Kreacher: "Master Regulus told Kreacher to come back."
The diadem of Ravenclaw? A little extra wisdom never goes amiss Potter, but I hardly think it would be much use in this situation.
You'll do no more murder at Hogwarts!
You realize, of course, that nothing we do will be able to keep out You-Know-Who indefinitely?
Dirk Cresswell: "Muggle-born, eh?"
Dean Thomas: "Not sure. My dad left my mum when I was a kid. I've got no proof he was a wizard, though."
We're fighting, aren't we? The message said Harry was back, and we were going to fight! I'll have to get a wand, though...
My brother sacrificed many things, Mr. Potter, on his journey to find power, including Ariana, and she was devoted to him. He gave her everything... but time.
Harry: "You're the one who sent Dobby!"
Aberforth: "Where have you left him?"
Harry: "He's dead."
Aberforth: "Sorry to hear it. I liked that elf."
"That old berk," muttered Aberforth, taking another swig of mead. "Thought the sun shone out of my brother's every orifice, he did."
The Order's finished. You-Know-Who's won. Anyone who says otherwise is killing themselves.
Ron: "The silver doe. Was that you too? Someone sent a doe Patronus to us!"
Aberforth: "Brains like that, you could be a Death Eater, son. Haven't I just proven my Patronus is a goat?"
I could get her to eat when she wouldn't do it for my mother, I could calm her down, when she was in one of her rages, and when she was quiet, she used to help me feed the goats.
It's not a job my brother's given you. It's a suicide mission. Do yourself a favor, boy, and go home. Live a little longer.
Harry: "It's... he left me a job."
Aberforth: "Did he now? Nice job, I hope? Pleasant? Easy? Sort of thing you'd expect an unqualified wizard kid to be able to do without over-stretching themselves?"
What makes you think you can trust him? What makes you think you can believe anything my brother told you? In all the time you knew him, did he ever mention my name? Did he ever mention hers?
Harry: "Why should he...-"
Aberforth: "Keep secrets? You tell me."
Harry: "I trusted him."
Aberforth: "That's a boy's answer. A boy who goes chasing horcruxes on the word of a man who wouldn't even tell you where to start. You're lying!"
"All the same, we should get to bed," whispered Hermione. "It wouldn't do to oversleep tomorrow."
"No," agreed Ron. "A brutal triple murder by the bridegroom's mother might put a bit of a damper on the wedding."
Nightmare, Muriel ist. She used to come for Christmas every year, then, thank God, she took offence because Fred and George set off a Dungbomb under her chair at dinner.
You are the true master of death, because the true master does not seek to run away from Death. He accepts that he must die, and understands that there are far, far worse things in the living world than dying.
This isn't your average book, it's pure gold: Twelve Fail-Safe Ways to Charm Witches. Explains everything you need to know about girls. if only I'd had this last year I'd have known exactly how to get rid of Lavender and I would've known how to get going with... Well Fred and George gave me a copy, and I've learned a lot. You'd be surprised, it's not all about wandwork, either.
"The fire's lit, but the cauldron's empty," as Ivor Dillonsby put it to me, or, in Enid Smeek's slightly earlier phrase, "She's nutty as squirrel poo."
"Our Headmaster is taking a short break," said Professor McGonagall, pointing at the Snape-shaped hole in the window.
Luna had decorated her bedroom ceiling with five beautifully painted faces: Harry, Ron, Hermione, Ginny, and Neville. They were not moving as the portraits at Hogwarts moved, but there was a certain magic about them all the same: Harry thought they breathed. What appeared to be fine golden chains wove around the pictures, linking them together, but after examining them for a minute or so, Harry realized that the chains were actually one word, repeated a thousand times in golden ink: friends... friends... friends...
The idea of a teenage Dumbledore was simply odd, like trying to imagine a stupid Hermione or a friendly Blast-Ended Skrewt.
Apparently wizards poke their noses in everywhere!
I wish old Bilius Uncle Bilius was still with us, though; he was a right laugh at weddings. Before he went loopy he was the life and soul of the party. He used to down an entire bottle of Firewhisky, then run on to the dance floor, hoist up his robes and start pulling bunches of flowers out of his -
"When I get married," said Fred, tugging at the collar of his own robes, "I won't be bothering with any of this nonsense. You can all wear what you like, and I'll put a full Body-Bind Curse on Mum until it's all over."
Hermione launched herself forwards and started punching every inch of him that she could reach. "You - complete - arse - Ronald - Weasley!" She punctuated every word with a blow: Ron backed away, shielding his head as Hermione advanced.
"Excellent, I think I see a few Veela cousins," said George, craning his neck for a better look. "They'll need help understanding our English customs, I'll look after them..."
"Not so fast, Lugless," said Fred, and darting past the gaggle of middle-aged witches heading the procession he said, "Here - permettez-moi to assister vous," to a pair of pretty French girls, who giggled and allowed him to escort them inside.
"Hello, Minister!" bellowed Percy, sending a neat jinx straight at Thicknesse, who dropped his wand and clawed at the front of his robes, apparently in awful discomfort. "Did I mention I'm resigning?"
Thank you so much, Dobby, for rescuing me from that cellar. It's so unfair that you had to die, when you were so good and so brave. I'll always remember what you did for us. I hope you're happy now.
Autumn seemed to arrive suddenly that year. The morning of the first September was crisp and golden as an apple.
Luna: "I'd want some peace and quiet, if it were me."
Harry: "I'd love some."
Luna: "I'll distract them all. Use your cloak. Oooh, look, a Blibbering Humdinger!"
Snape: "And why may I not have the same information?"
Dumbledore: "I prefer not to put all of my secrets in one basket, particularly not a basket that spends so much time dangling on the arm of Lord Voldemort."
Death is coming for me as surely as the Chudley Cannons will finish bottom of this year's league.
You call everyone of my birth Mudblood, Severus. Why should I be any different?
"You're a witch," whispered Snape. She looked affronted.
"That's not a very nice thing to say to somebody!"
I have been careless, and so have been thwarted by luck and chance, those wreckers of all but the best-laid plans.
...yet, sadly, accidental rudeness occurs alarmingly often. Best to say nothing at all, my dear man.
I make mistakes like the next man. In fact, being - forgive me - rather cleverer than most men, my mistakes tend to be correspondingly huger.
People find it far easier to forgive others for being wrong than being right.
I see a light in the kitchen. Let us not deprive Molly any longer of the chance to deplore how thin you are.
Have you any idea how much tyrants fear the people they oppress? All of them realize that, one day, amongst their many victims, there is sure to be one who rises against them and strikes back!
"Ron!", she said furiously. "Don't you ever let me see you throwing knives again!"
"I won't," said Ron, "let you see," he added under his breath, as he turned back to the sprout mountain.
"What do you like me to call you when we’re alone together?"
"Mollywobbles," whispered a mortified Mrs Weasley into the crack at the edge of the door.
"And the steam rising in characteristic spirals," said Hermione enthusiastically, "and it's supposed to smell differently to each of us, according to what attracts us, and I can smell freshly mown grass and new parchment and -"
But she turned slightly pink and did not complete the sentence.
I enjoyed the meetings, too. It was like having friends.
Yes, it is easy to see that nearly six years of magical education have not been wasted on you, Potter. Ghosts are transparent.
It is the unknown we fear when we look upon death and darkness, nothing more.
Only time I've ever seen Dad as angry as Mum. Fred reckons his left buttock has never been the same since.
You dare use my own spells against me, Potter? It was I who invented them - I, the Half-Blood Prince!
Harry: "And Ginny, don't call Ron a prat, you're not the Captain of this team."
Ginny: "Well, you seemed too busy to call him a prat and I thought someone should."
McGonagall: "Why is it, when something bad happens, it's always you three?"
Ron: "Believe me, professor, I've been asking myself the exact same thing for the past six years."
I know what you are known as. But to me, you will always be Tom Riddle. It is one of the irritating things about old teachers. I am afraid that they never quite forget their charges' youthful beginnings.
Yes, Harry, blessed as I am with extraordinary brainpower, I understood everything you told me. I think you might even consider the possibility that I understood more than you did.
"How do you spell 'belligerent'?" said Ron, shaking his quill very hard while staring at his parchment. "It can't be B-U-M-"
"No, it isn't," said Hermione, pulling Ron's essay toward her. "And 'augury' doesn't begin O-R-G either. What kind of quill are you using?"
"It's one of Fred and George's Spell-Check ones, but I think the charm must be wearing off."
Every day, every hour, this very minute, perhaps, dark forces attempt to penetrate this castle's walls. But in the end, their greatest weapon is you.
Oh, to be young, and to feel love's keen sting.
"I am not worried, Harry," said Dumbledore, his voice a little stronger despite the freezing water. "I am with you."
What about you and Lavender, thrashing about like a pair of eels all over the place?
"She's gone a bit funny. Lost her nerve. Women," he said wisely to Harry, "they're easily upset."
"And yet," said Hermione, coming out of her reverie, "I doubt you'd find a woman who sulked for half an hour because Madam Rosmerta didn't laugh at their joke about the hag, the Healer, and the Mimbulus mimbletonia."
Ron scowled.
Albus Dumbledore: "Good evening, Amycus. And you've brought Alecto too… charming…"
Alecto Carrow: "Think your little jokes'll help you on your deathbed then?"
Albus Dumbledore: "Jokes? No, no, these are manners. Is that you, Fenrir?"
Fenrir Greyback: "That's right. Pleased to see me, Dumbledore?"
Albus Dumbledore: "No, I cannot say that I am."
Slughorn: "Dear fellow, however did you manage to kill it?"
Hagrid: "Kill it? Me oldest friend, he was."
There can be no light without the dark. And so it is with magic. Myself, I always strive to live within the light.
If you attack my son again, I shall ensure that it is the last thing you ever do.
I have experimented; I have pushed the boundaries of magic further, perhaps, than they have ever been pushed.
I would expect nothing more sophisticated from you, Ronald Weasley, the boy so solid he cannot Apparate half an inch across a room.
You know, at times, I forget how much you've grown. At times, I still se the small boy from the cupboard.
"Voldemort was, I believe, more attached to this school than he has ever been to a person. Hogwarts was where he had been happiest; the first and only place he had felt at home."
Harry felt slightly uncomfortable at these words, for this was exactly how he felt about Hogwarts, too.
"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."
I like a nice chat before I go to bed. Now all you do is ready that bloody book. It's just like being with Hermione.
The Sorting Hat urged us all to be brave and strong in these troubled times. Easy for it to say, huh? It's a hat, isn't it?
Hermione: "There's been a lot of talk recently that Dumbledore got a bit old."
Harry: "Rubbish! Well, he's only... what is he?"
Ron: "150? Give or take a few years."
Don't count your owls before they are delivered.
Greatness inspires envy, envy engenders spite, spite spawns lies.
It's high time your grandmother learned to be proud of the grandson she's got, rather than the one she thinks she ought to have.
The time is long gone when I could frighten you with a burning wardrobe and force you to make repayment for your crimes. But I wish I could, Tom.
Just like your mother, you're unfailingly kind. A trait people never fail to undervalue, I'm afraid.
I don't trust you, Snape, as you very well know!
You have never treated Harry as a son. He has known nothing but neglect and often cruelty at your hands. The best that can be said is that he has at least escaped the appalling damage you have inflicted upon the unfortunate boy sitting between you.
If you're wondering what the smell is, Mother, a Mudblood just walked in.
At Hogwarts, you'll be taught not only how to use magic, but how to control it.
Luna did not seem to have noticed; she appeared singularly uninterested in such mundane things as the score, and kept attempting to draw the crowd's attention to such things as interestingly shaped clouds and the possibility that Zacharias Smith, who had so far failed to maintain possession of the Quaffle for long than a minute, was suffering from sonething called "Loser's Lurgy".
"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 combination of Dark Magic and gum disease."
Phineas Nigellus: "I can't see why the boy should be able to do it better than you, Dumbledore."
Albus Dumbledore: "I wouldn't expect you to, Phineas."
Flitwick: "There you are! We've been looking everywhere for you two. Now, names?"
Harry: "Professor Flitwick, you've known me for five years."
Flitwick: "No exceptions, Potter!"
Now, now, boys. A little less talk, a little more action... Let me see you try.
Hogwarts should be Dumbledore's final resting place.
Slughorn: "You've been a very long time. Upset stomach?"
Dumbledore: "No, I was merely reading the Muggle magazines, I do love knitting patterns."
It was important, Dumbledore said, to fight, and fight again, and keep fighting, for only then could evil be kept at bay, though never quite eradicated.
From this point forth, we shall be leaving the firm foundation of fact and journeying together through the murky marshes of memory into thickets of wildest guesswork.
Harry looked around; there was Ginny running toward him; she had a hard blazing look in her face as she threw her arms around him. And without thinking, without planning it, without worrying about the fact that fifty people were watching, Harry kissed her. After several long moments, or it might have been half an hour-or possibly several sunlit days- they broke apart.
For future reference, Harry, it is raspberry... although of course, if I were a Death Eater, I would have been sure to research my own jam preferences before impersonating myself.
When you have seen as much of life as I have, you will not underestimate the power of obsessive love.
Harry was left to ponder in silence the depths to which girls would sink to get revenge.
Sometimes you remind me a lot of James. He called it my "furry little problem" in company. Many people were under the impression that I owned a badly behaved rabbit.
"He accused me of being Dumbledore's man through and through."
"How very rude of him."
"I told him I was."
Dumbledore opened his mouth to speak and then closed it again. Fawkes the phoenix let out a low, soft, musical cry. To Harry's intense embarrassment, he suddenly realized that Dumbledore's bright blue eyes looked rather watery, and stared hastily at his own knee. When Dumbledore spoke, however, his voice was quite steady.
"I am very touched, Harry."
"Three Dementor attacks in a week, and all Romilda Vane does is ask me if it's true you've got a Hippogriff tattooed across your chest."
Ron and Hermione both roared with laughter. Harry ignored them.
"What did you tell her?"
"I told her it's a Hungarian Horntail," said Ginny, turning a page of the newspaper idly. "Much more macho."
"Thanks," said Harry, grinning. "And what did you tell her Ron's got?"
"A Pygmy Puff, but I didn't say where."
It was, he thought, the difference between being dragged into the arena to face a battle to the death and walking into the arena with your head held high. Some people, perhaps, would say that there was little to choose between the two ways, but Dumbledore knew - and so do I, thought Harry, with a rush of fierce pride, and so did my parents - that there was all the difference in the world.
Killing is not so easy as the innocent believe.
Ah, Harry, how often this happens, even between the best of friends! Each of us believes that what he has to say is much more important than anything the other might have to contribute!
Myrtle: "We had lots in common... I'm sure he felt it..."
Ron: "When you say you had lots in common, d'you mean he lives in an S-bend too?"
Madam Pomfrey: "You shouldn't overexert yourself for a few hours."
Harry: "I don't want to stay overnight. I want to find McLaggen and kill him!"
Madam Pomfrey: "I'm afraid that would come under the heading of 'overexertion'."
Well, Wormtail's here, but we're not counting vermin, are we? As you have clearly realised, Wormtail, we have guests.
Luna: "People expect you to have cooler friends than us."
Harry Potter: "You are cool. None of them were at the Ministry. They didn't fight with me."
Luna: "That's a very nice thing to say."
Molly: "People think they might be dead tomorrow, so they're rushing all sorts of decisions they'd normally take time over. It was the same last time he was powerful, people eloping left, right, and centre -"
Ginny: "Including you and Dad."
Harry Potter: "Did you know, sir? Then...?"
Albus Dumbledore: "Did I know that I had just met the most dangerous Dark wizard of all-time? No."
What do I care how 'e looks? I am good-looking enough for both of us, I theenk! All these scars show is zat my husband is brave!
Fleur: "It would take more zan a werewolf to stop Bill loving me!"
Molly: "Well, yes, I'm sure, but I thought perhaps - given how - how he -"
Fleur: "You thought I would not weesh to marry him? Or per'aps, you hoped?"
Bill is very busy at ze moment, working very 'ard, and I only work part-time at Gringotts for my Eenglish, so he brought me 'ere for a few days to get to know 'is family properly. I was so pleased to 'ear you would be coming - zere isn't much to do 'ere, unless you like cooking and chickens!
"Oh, come and stir my cauldron,
And if you do it right
I'll boil you up some hot, strong love
To keep you warm tonight."
"We danced to this when we were eighteen!" said Mrs Weasley, wiping her eyes on her knitting.
Nearly Headless Nick: "I would rather die than betray his trust."
"That's not saying much, seeing as you're already dead," Ron observed.
Dumbledore raised his finger for silence, a silence which fell as though he had struck Uncle Vernon dumb.
"What is this we hear from Ginny about you and a young lady called - unless our information is faulty - Lavender Brown?"
Ron turned a little pink, but did not look displeased as he turned back to the sprouts.
"Mind your own business."
"What a snappy retort," said Fred. "I really don't know how you think of them. No, what we wanted to know was... how did it happen?"
"What d'you mean?"
"Did she have an accident or something?"
"Well, how did she sustain such extensive brain damage?"
I must say, you're taking it a lot better than your predecessor. He tried to throw me out of the window, thought I was a hoax planned by the opposition.
Harry: "Sorry I made you miss the carriages, by the way, Luna."
Luna: "That's all right. I was like being with a friend."
Harry: "Oh, I am your friend, Luna."
Luna: "That's nice."
Ron: "How much is this?"
Fred and George: "Five Galleons."
Ron: "How much for me?"
Fred and George: "Five Galleons."
Ron: "I'm your brother!"
Fred and George: "Ten Galleons."
People believe you are the Chosen One, you see. They think you quite the hero - which, of course, you are, Harry, chosen or not!
Ron dropped several boxes, swore and made a rude hand gesture at Fred that was unfortunately spotted by Mrs Weasley, who had chosen that moment to appear. "If I see you do that again I'll jinx your fingers together."
"Best range of love potions you'll find anywhere."
Ginny raised an eyebrow sceptically. "Do they work?"
"Certainly they work, for up to twenty-four hours at a time depending on the weight of the boy in question -"
"- and the attractiveness of the girl," said George.
Bill's not that down-to-earth. He's a curse-breaker, isn't he, he likes a bit of adventure, a bit of glamour... I expect that's why he's gone for Phlegm.
Why are you worrying about You-Know-Who? You should be worrying about U-No-Poo - the constipation sensation that's gripping the nation!
"But then," bleated the Prime Minister, "why hasn't a former Prime Minister warned me -?"
At this, Fudge had actually laughed.
"My dear Prime Minister, are you ever going to tell anybody?"
Horace Slughorn: "Thank you for the pineapple, you're quite right, it is my favorite - but how did you know?"
Tom Riddle: "Intuition."
Remus Lupin: "I am not being ridiculous. Tonks deserves somebody young and whole."
Arthur Weasley: "But she wants you. And after all, Remus, young and whole men do not necessarily remain so."
I can make animals do what I want them to do, without training them. I can make bad things happen to people who annoy me. I can make them hurt if I want to.
Been kissing Pigwidgeon, have you? Or have you got a picture of Auntie Muriel stashed under your pillow?
Dumbledore: "I must say, Horace, you make a very convincing armchair."
Slughorn: "Oh, thank you. It's all in the upholstry. I come about the stuffing naturally."
Slughorn: "What about you, Miss Granger? What do your parents do in the muggle world?"
Hermione: "My parents are dentists."
Slughorn: "Fascinating. And is that considered a dangerous profession?"
"Professor Umbridge ran afoul of our centaur herd," said Dumbledore. "I think you, Horace, would have known better than to stride into the Forest and call a horde of angry centaurs 'filthy half-breeds'."
"That's what she did, did she?" said Slughorn. "Idiotic woman. Never liked her."
Taking up a post at Hogwarts just now would be tantamount to declaring my public allegiance to the Order of the Phoenix! And while I'm sure they're very admirable and brave an all the rest of it, I don't personally fancy the mortality rate.
Well, you split your soul, you see, and hide part of it in an object outside the body. Then, even if one's body is attacked or destroyed, one cannot die, for part of the soul remains earthbound and undamaged. But of course, existence in such a form...-
"I am not proud..." he whispered through his fingers. "I am ashamed of what - of what that memory shows... I think I may have done great damage that day..."
Please don't think badly of me when you see it. You have no idea what he was like... even back then.
Ten Galleons a leaf to the right buyer! Not that I'm familiar with any such back alley transactions, but one does hear rumors. My own interests are purely academic, of course.
The Three Broomsticks and I go way back. Farther back than I care to admit. I can remember when it was just one Broomstick!
"Yes, indeed," cried Slughorn a little thickly, "Parry Otter, the Chosen Boy Who - well - something of that sort," he mumbled, and drained his mug, too.
I'm an old man, Albus. A tired old man who's earned the right to a quiet life and a few creature comforts.
The whole Black family had been in my house, but Sirius ended up in Gryffindor! Shame - he was a talented boy. I got his brother Regulus when he came along, but I'd have liked the set.
You like the Weasleys, don't you, Potter? Spend holidays there and everything, don't you? Can't see how you stand the stink, but I suppose when you've been dragged up by Muggles, even the Weasley's hovel smells OK.
We've all got both light and dark inside of us. What matters is the part we choose to act on. That's who we really are.
Ron: "One person couldn't feel all that. They'd explode."
Hermione: "Just because you've got the emotional range of a teaspoon doesn't mean we all have!"
Anything is possible if you got enough nerve.
Being different isn't a bad thing. It means you're brave enough to be yourself.
"E" for "Exceeds Expectations". And I've always thought Fred and I should've got "E" in everything, because we exceeded expectations just by turning up for the exams.
By all means continue destroying my possessions, I daresay I have too many.
Harry, suffering like this proves you are still a man! This pain is part of being human.
Give five signs that identify the werewolf. Excellent question. One: He's sitting on my chair. Two: He's wearing my clothes. Three: His name's Remus Lupin.
The world isn't split into good people and Death Eaters. We've all got both light and dark inside us. What matters is the part we choose to act on. That's who we really are.
Hermione: "I mean, it's sort of exciting isn't it? Breaking the rules."
Ron: "Who are you and what have you done with Hermione Granger?"
Youth cannot know how age thinks and feels. But old men are guilty if they forget what it was to be young.
You may, perhaps, wondered why I never chose you as a prefect? I must confess... that I rather thought... you had enough responsibility to be going on with.
Well, it may have escaped your notice, but life isn't fair.
My mum always said things we lose have a way of coming back to us in the end. If not always in the way we expect.
"Ron," said Hermione in a dignified voice, dipping the point of her quill into her ink pot, "you are the most insensitive wart I have ever had the misfortune to meet."
Crabbe, loosen your hold a little. If Longbottom suffocates it will mean a lot of tedious paperwork.
Umbridge: "You will please copy the approved text four times to ensure maximum retention. There'll be no need to talk."
Hermione: "No need to think's more like it."
The mind is not a book, to be opened at will and examined at leisure.
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.
What's life without a little risk?
Indifference and neglect often do much more damage than outright dislike.
Your failure to understand that there are things much worse than death has always been your greatest weakness.
Without progress there will be stagnation and decay. There again, progress for progress's sake must be discouraged, for our tried and tested traditions often require no tinkering. A balance, then, between old and new, between permanence and change, between tradition and innovation.
Hermione drew herself to her full height; her eyes were narrowed and her hair seemed to crackle with electricity.
"No," she said, her voice quivering with anger, "but I will write to your mother."
"Grawp's about sixteen feet tall, enjoys ripping up twenty-foot pine trees, and knows me," she snorted, "as Hermy."
Neville: "I'm nobody."
Ginny: "No you're not."
They think I'm a bit odd, you know. Some people call me 'Loony Lovegood' actually.
"You're a prefect? Oh Ronnie! That's everyone in the family!"
"What are Fred and I? Next door neighbors?"
"You don't want to bottle up your anger like that, Harry, let it all out," said Fred, also beaming. "There might be a couple of people fifty miles away who didn't hear you."
Ask us no questions and we'll tell you no lies.
"Size is no guarantee of power," said George. "Look at Ginny."
Sirius was a brave, clever, and energetic man, and such men are not usually content to sit at home in hiding while they believe others to be in danger.
"You do not seek to kill me, Dumbledore?" called Voldemort, his scarlet eyes narrowed. "Above such brutality, are you?"
"We both know that there are other ways of destroying a man, Tom," Dumbledore said calmly.
Ron: "Hermione's allowed in our dormitory, how come we're not allowed -?"
Hermine: "Well, it's an old-fashioned rule. But it says in Hogwarts: A History, that the founders thought boys were less trustworthy than girls."
"Kreacher said nothing," said the elf, with a second bow to George, adding in a clear undertone, "and there's its twin, unnatural little beasts they are."
Dumbledore says he doesn't care what they do as long as they don't take him off the Chocolate Frog cards.
Even Fred had said that Ron might yet make him and George proud, and that they were seriously considering admitting he was related to them, something they assured him they had been trying to deny for four years.
"I can't see any boils," said Ron, staring at the twins.
"No, well, you wouldn't," said Fred darkly, "they're not in a place we generally display to the public."
"But it makes sitting on a broom a right pain in the -"
Ron: "I have not got spattergroit!"
Healer: "But the unsightly blemishes upon your visage, young master -"
Ron: "They're freckles!"
"I love hearing Mum shouting at someone else," said Fred, with a satisfied smile on his face as he opened the door an inch or so to allow Mrs Weasley's voice to permeate the room better, "it makes such a nice change."
"The idiots are letting her get into her stride," said George, shaking his head. "You've got to head her off early otherwise she builds up a head of steam and goes on for hours."
"You applied first for the Defence Against the Dark Arts post, I believe?" Professor Umbridge asked Snape.
"Yes," said Snape quietly.
"But you were unsuccessful?"
Snape's lip curled. "Obviously."
I have already told you, that I have no further stocks of Veritaserum. Unless you wish to poison Potter - and I assure you I would have the greatest sympathy with you if you did - I cannot help you. The only trouble is that most venoms act too fast to give the victim much time for truth-telling.
Johnson with the Quaffle, what a player that girl is, I've been saying it for years but she still won't go out with me.
Dumbledore: "It was foolish to come here tonight, Tom. The Aurors are on their way."
Voldemort: "By which time I shall be gone, and you will be dead!"
"I can't see no gas."
"That's because it's colorless," said Ginny in a convincingly exasperated voice, "but if you want to walk through it, carry on, then we'll have your body as proof for the next idiot who didn't believe us."
A good first impression can work wonders.
"Mistletoe," said Luna dreamily, pointing at a large clump of white berries placed almost over Harry's head. He jumped out from under it.
"Good thinking," said Luna seriously. "It's often infested with Nargles."
You can laugh! But people used to believe there were no such things as the Blibbering Humdinger or the Crumple-Horned Snorkack!
I sleepwalk, you see. That's why I wear shoes to bed.
"Would you like us to clean out your ears for you?" inquired George, pulling a long and lethal-looking metal instrument from inside one of the Zonko's bags.
"Or any part of your body, really, we're not fussy where we stick this," said Fred.
"George," said Fred, "I think we've outgrown full-time education."
"Yeah, I've been feeling that way myself," said George lightly.
Shut your mouth! You dare speak his name with your unworthy lips, you dare besmirch it with your half-blood's tongue.
Said Slytherin, "We'll teach just those whose ancestry is purest."
Said Ravenclaw, "We'll teach those whose intelligence is surest."
Said Gryffindor, "We'll teach all those with brave deeds to their name,"
Said Hufflepuff, "I'll teach the lot, and treat them just the same."
"Funny place," she said. "It's a bit too clean, d'you know what I mean? Bit unnatural. Oh, this is better," she added, as they entered Harry's bedroom and he turned on the light.
In times of old when I was new
And Hogwarts barely started
The founders of our noble school
Thought never to be parted:
United by a common goal,
They had the selfsame yearning,
To make the world's best magic school
And pass along their learning.
"Well, I'm glad you listen to Hermione Granger at any rate," she said, pointing him out of her office.
Weasley cannot save a thing,
He cannot block a single ring,
That’s why Slytherins all sing:
Weasley is our King.

Weasley was born in a bin
He always lets the Quaffle in
Weasley will make sure we win
Weasley is our King.
Cornelius, I am ready to fight your men – and win, again! But a few minutes ago you saw proof, with your own eyes, that I have been telling you the truth for a year. Lord Voldemort has returned, you have been chasing the wrong man for twelve months, and it is time you listened to sense!
Five years ago, then, you arrived at Hogwarts, neither as happy nor as well-nourished as I would have liked, perhaps, yet alive and healthy. You were not a pampered little prince, but as normal a boy as I could have hoped under the circumstances.
Luna did not seem perturbed by Ron’s rudeness; on the contrary, she simply watched him for a while as though he were a mildly interesting television program.
"Dad’s reprinting!" she told Harry, her eyes popping excitedly. "He can’t believe it, he says people seem even more interested in this than the Crumple-Horned Snorkacks!"
Master Sirius ran away, good riddance, for he was a bad boy and broke my Mistress's heart with his lawless ways.
Kreacher is what he has been made by wizards, Harry. Yes, he is to be pitied. His existence has been as miserable as your friend Dobby's. He was forced to do Sirius's bidding, because Sirius was the last of the family to which he was enslaved, but he felt no true loyalty to him. And whatever Kreacher's faults, it must be admitted that Sirius did nothing to make Kreacher's lot easier.
"Who's Kreacher?"
"The house-elf who lives here," said Ron. "Nutter. Never met one like him."
"He is not a nutter," said Hermione.
"His life's ambition is to have his head cut off and stuck up on a plaque like his mother", said Ron. "Is that normal, Hermione?"
There's Phineas Nigellus... my great-great-grandfather, see? ... least popular Headmaster Hogwarts ever had.
You know, Minister, I disagree with Dumbledore on many counts... but you cannot deny he's got style.
"Never try to understand the students. They hate it. They would much rather be tragically misunderstood, wallow in self-pity, stew in their own -"
"That's enough, Phineas," said Dumbledore.
You know, this is precisely why I loathed being a teacher! Young people are so infernally convinced that they are right about everything.
Thank you so much, Professor! I could have got rid of the sparklers myself, of course, but I wasn't sure whether I had the authority.
Quills down, please! That means you too, Stebbins! Please remain seated while I collect your parchment! Accio!
My parents are Muggles, mate. They don't know nothing about no deaths at Hogwarts, because I'm not stupid enough to tell them.
Dolores Umbridge: "You have been exposed to some very irresponsible wizards in this class, very irresponsible indeed - not to mention, extremely dangerous half-breeds."
Dean Thomas: "If you mean Professor Lupin, he was the best we ever...-"
Dolores Umbridge: "Hand, Mr Thomas!"
George: "Remember old Fleur Delacour? She's got a job at Gringotts to eemprove 'er Eeenglish -"
Fred: "And Bill's been giving her a lot of private lessons."
It's Longbottom, isn't it? Well, your grandmother is used to losing family members to our cause... your death will not come as a great shock.
One of his jinxes backfired, the toilet exploded and they found him lying unconscious in the wreckage covered from head to foot in -
You don't understand - there are things worth dying for!
Never known kids like you three fer knowin' more'n yeh oughta'. An' I'm not complimentin' yeh, neither. Nosy, some'd call it. Interferin'.
Some wounds run too deep for the healing.
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.
From now on, I don't care if my tea leaves spell "Die, Ron, Die," I'm chucking them in the bin where they belong.
"You do care," said Dumbledore. He had not flinched or made a single move to stop Harry demolishing his office. His expression was calm, almost detached. "You care so much you feel as though you will bleed to death with the pain of it."
The Gryffindor common room looked as welcoming as ever, a cosy circular tower room full of dilapidated squashy armchairs and rickety old tables. A fire was crackling merrily in the grate and a few people were warming their hands by it before going up to their dormitories.
Harry: "A Regurgitating Toilet?"
Arthur: "Anti-Muggle pranksters. Muggles are pulling the flush and instead of everything disappearing - well, you can imagine. The poor things keep calling in those - those pumbles, I think they're called - you know, the ones who mend pipes and things."
My Head of House said I lacked certain necessary qualities... like the ability to behave myself.
As everyone thinks I'm a mad mass-murderer and the Ministry's put a ten thousand Galleon price on my head, I can hardly stroll up the street and start handing out leaflets, can I?
I must admit that I have always been afraid that you would take what we might call the "Fred and George" route, rather than following in my footsteps.
Today, they suffered three quarters of an hour's droning on the subject of giant wars. Harry heard just enough within the first ten minutes to appreciate dimly that in another teacher's hands this subject might have been mildly interesting.
Professor Binns raised his eyes from his notes, looking amazed, as always, to find the room in front of him full of people.
"I thought," said Phineas Nigellus, stroking his pointed beard, "that to belong in Gryffindor house you were supposed to be brave? It looks to me as though you would have been better off in my own house. We Slytherins are brave, yes, but not stupid. For instance, given the choice, we will always choose to save our own necks."
"Make no mistake, we'll hear about it," added Lupin pleasantly.
"Yes," said Mr Weasley, "even if you won't let Harry use the fellytone."
Don't put your wand there, boy! What if it ignited? Better wizards than you have lost buttocks, you know!
I expect what you're not aware of would fill several books, Dursley.
Harry: "Professor Moody?"
Moody: "I don't know so much about 'Professor'. Never got round to much teaching, did I?"
"Are you threatening me, sir?" he said, so loudly that passersby actually turned to stare.
"Yes, I am," said Mad-Eye, who seemed rather pleased that Uncle Vernon had grasped this fact so quickly.
"And do I look like the kind of man who can be intimidated?" barked Uncle Vernon.
"Well..." said Moody, pushing back his bowler hat to reveal his sinisterly revolving magical eye. Uncle Vernon leapt backward in horror and collided painfully with a luggage trolley. "Yes, I'd have to say you do, Dursley."
Hermione: "I'm sorry, Severus."
Snape looks at her, and then swallows the pain. He indicates Ron with a flick of his head. "Well, at least I'm not married to him."
Harry: "Where's Snape?"
Ron: "Maybe he's ill!"
Harry: "Maybe he's left!"
Ron: "Or he might have been sacked! I mean, everyone hates him-"
Snape: "Or maybe he's waiting to hear why you two didn't arrive on the school train."
Scorpius: "A doe? Lily's Patronus."
Snape: "Strange, isn't it? What comes from within."
Tell me boy, does anything penetrate that thick skull of yours?
I don't expect you will really understand the beauty of the softly simmering cauldron with its shimmering fumes, the delicate power of liquids that creep through human veins, bewitching the mind, ensnaring the senses.
"That is the second time you have spoken out of turn, Miss Granger," said Snape coolly. "Five more points from Gryffindor for being an insufferable know-it-all."
Dumbledore is a great wizard. Only a fool would question it.
I can teach you how to bottle fame, brew glory, even put a stopper on death.
Clever idea, Black, getting yourself seen on a safe station platform... gave you a cast-iron excuse not to leave your hidey-hole in future, didn’t it?
What would your head have been doing in Hogsmeade, Potter? Your head is not allowed in Hogsmeade. No part of your body has permission to be in Hogsmeade.
Snape: "On my desk by Monday morning, two rolls of parchment on the Werewolf, with particular emphasis on recognizing it."
Harry: "Sir, it's Quidditch tomorrow."
Snape: "Then I suggest you take extra care, Mr. Potter. Loss of limb will not excuse you."
Well, Potter has found the sloth brain. Was it clever hunting or a thief's guilty conscience? So where was it, Potter? In your own head?
Possibly no one's warned you, Lupin, but this class contains Neville Longbottom. I would advise you not to entrust him with anything difficult. Not unless Miss Granger is hissing instructions in his ear.
Severus Snape: "You don't want me as your enemy, Quirrell."
Quirinus Quirrell: "I-I don't know what you -"
Severus Snape: "You know perfectly well what I mean."
Yeah, the D.A.'s good. Only let's make it stand for Dumbledore's Army because that's the Ministry's worst fear, isn't it?
Happiness can be found, even in the darkest of times, if one only remembers to turn on the light.
When dreaming we enter a world, that's entirely our own.
A child's voice, however honest and true, is meaningless to those who've forgotten how to listen.
You think the dead we loved ever truly leave us? You think we don’t recall them more clearly than ever in times of great trouble? Your father is alive in you, Harry, and shows himself plainly when you have need of him.
This may bring her number of actual predictions to two... I should give her a raise.
You can exist without your soul, you know, as long as your brain and heart are still working. But you’ll have no sense of self anymore, no memory, no... anything. There's no chance at all of recovery. You'll just exist. As an empty shell.
The ones that love us never really leave us. And you can always find them in here.
"I'll fix it up with Mum and Dad, then I'll call you. I know how to use a fellytone now."
"A telephone, Ron," said Hermione. "Honestly, you should take Muggle Studies next year."
Honestly, am I the only person who's ever bothered to read "Hogwarts, A History"?
Don't let the Muggles get you down!
Remus Lupin: "Severus, don't be a fool!"
Sirius Black: "He can't help it Remus, it's bound to be a habit by now."
Brilliant, Snape. Once again you put your keen and penetrating mind to the task and, as usual, come to the wrong conclusion.
I want to commit the murder I was imprisoned for.
Then you should have died! Died, rather than betray your friends, as we would have done for you.
Mr. Padfoot would like to register his astonishment that an idiot like that ever became a professor.
Hermione: "I don't think anyone should ride that broom just yet!"
Ron: "What d'you think Harry's going to do with it - sweep the floor?"
Mysterious thing, time. Powerful, and when meddled with, dangerous.
"I frequently act as though I am not possessed of the Inner Eye, so as not to make others nervous."
"That explains a great deal," said Professor McGonagall tartly.
"Harry!" said Fred, elbowing Percy out of the way and bowing deeply. "Simply splendid to see you, old boy-"
"Marvelous," said George, pushing Fred aside and seizing Harry's hand in turn. "Absolutely spiffing."
Percy scowled.
"That's enough, now," said Mrs. Weasley.
"Mum!" said Fred as though he'd only just spotted her and seizing her hand too. "How really corking to see you-"
Harry and Ron both made furious moves towards Malfoy, but Hermione got there first - SMACK!
She had slapped Malfoy around the face with all the strength she could muster. Malfoy staggered. Harry, Ron, Crabbe and Goyle stood flabbergasted as Hermione raised her hand again.
"Don't you dare call Hagrid pathetic, you foul - you evil -"
"Er - how are the flobberworms?"
"Dead," said Hagrid gloomily. "Too much lettuce."
"Oh no!" said Ron, his lip twitching.
"What would it have been for you?" said Ron sn*ggering. "A piece of homework that got nine out of ten?"
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 die, you need not hand it in.
"Moony, Wormtail, Padfoot, and Prongs," sighed George, patting the heading of the map. "We owe them so much."
"Noble men, working tirelessly to help a new generation of lawbreakers," said Fred solemnly.
"Where is Wood?" said Harry, suddenly realizing he wasn't there. "Still in the showers," said Fred. "We think he's trying to drown himself."
"What do we want to be Prefects for?" said George, looking revolted at the very idea. "It’d take all the fun out of life."
"The Ministry's providing a couple of cars," said Mr Weasley. Everyone looked up at him.
"Why?" said Percy curiously.
"It's because of you, Perce," said George seriously. "And there'll be little flags on the bonnets, with HB on them -"
"- for Humungous Bighead," said Fred. Everyone except Percy and Mrs Weasley snorted into their pudding.
Normally, I have a very sweet disposition as a dog. In fact more than once, James suggested that I make the change permanent. The tail I could live with. But the fleas. they're murder.
Mr. Moony presents his compliments to Professor Snape, and begs him to keep his abnormally large nose out of other people's business.
Just so you know, Harry. I think you would have given your father a run for his money. And that is saying something.
Harry: "You're going to have 'trials and suffering' - sorry about that - but there's a thing that could be the sun... hang on... that means 'great happiness'... so you're going to suffer but be very happy."
Ron: "You need your Inner Eye tested, if you ask me."
"Have either of you seen my copy of Numerology and Gramatica?"
"Oh, yeah, I borrowed it for a bit of bedtime reading," said Ron, but very quietly.
"Would anyone like me to help interpret the shadowy realms within their orb?"
"I don't need help," Ron whispered. "It’s obvious what this means. There’s going to be loads of fog tonight."
Hagrid howled still more loudly. Harry and Hemione looked at Ron to help them.
"Er - shall I make a cup of tea? It's what my mum does whenever someone's upset."
If being good at Divination means I have to pretend to see death omens in a lump of tea leaves, I'm not sure I'll be studying it much longer!
It's beautiful, isn't it? I'll never forget the first time I walked through those doors.
Harry, James wouldn't have wanted me killed! Your dad... your dad would have spared me! He would shown me mercy!
As long as the Secret-Keeper refused to speak, You-Know-Who could search the village where Lily and James were staying for years and never find them, not even if he had his nose pressed against their sitting room window!
He's the best Defence Against the Dark Arts teacher we've ever had.
Lily: "You've been so brave."
James: "You are nearly there. Very close. We are... so proud of you."
Harry: "You'll stay with me?"
James: "Until the very end."
Lily, take Harry and go! It's him! Go! Run! I'll hold him off -
Lily Evans: "Leave him alone. What's he done to you?"
James Potter: "Well, it's more the fact that he exists, if you know what I mean..."
It is our choices, Harry, that show what we truly are, far more than our abilities.
"Follow the spiders"... Why spiders? Why couldn't it be "follow the butterflies"?
Fear of a name only increases fear of the thing itself.
At least no one on the Gryffindor team had to buy their way in. They got in on pure talent.
If we're not careful, we'll have another Head Boy in the family. I don't think I could stand the shame.
"You won't tease him, will you?" she added anxiously.
"Wouldn't dream of it," said Fred, who was looking as if his birthday had come early.
"Definitely not," said George, sn*ggering.
"Percy's been acting very oddly this summer," said George, frowning. "And he has been sending a lot of letters and spending a load of time shut up in his room... I mean, there's only so many times you can polish a prefect badge."
Make way for the heir of Slytherin, seriously evil wizard coming through!
You will also find that help will always be given at Hogwarts to those who ask for it.
"A study of Hogwarts' Prefects and their later careers," Ron read aloud off the back cover. "That sounds fascinating."
Never trust anything that can think for itself if you can't see where it keeps its brain!
Dobby never meant to kill. Dobby only meant to... just maim or seriously injure.
Myrtle: "D'you think I don't know what people call me behind my back? Fat Myrtle! Ugly Myrtle! Miserable, moaning, moping Myrtle!"
Peeves: "You've forgotten pimply!"
I would have thought you'd be ashamed that a girl of no wizard family beat you in every exam.
Lockhart'll sign anything if it stands still long enough.
Dear me, what's the use of being a disgrace to the name of wizard if they don't even pay you well for it?
Mad and hairy? You wouldn’t be talkin' about me, now would ya?
Honestly, if you were any slower, you’d be going backward.
Enemies of the Heir, beware! You'll be next, Mudbloods!
Harry: "I wouldn't mind knowing how Riddle got an award for special services to Hogwarts either."
Ron: "Could've been anything. Maybe he got thirty O.W.L.s or saved a teacher from the giant squid. Maybe he murdered Myrtle; that would've done everyone a favor."
Professor Flitwick knows more about Entrancing Enchantments than any wizard I've ever met, the sly old dog.
Which only goes to show that the best of us must sometimes eat our words.
Harry gaped at her. Now she said it, that seemed the obvious thing to have done.
"I – I didn't think –"
"That," said Professor McGonagall, "is obvious."
"Now look, Lucius, if Dumbledore can't stop them -" said Fudge, whose upper lip was sweating now, "I mean to say, who can?"
D'you think we've got nothing better to do in Potions than listen to Snape?
Ah, Mr. Potter… Lucius Malfoy… we meet at last. Forgive me, your scar is legend. As, of course, is the wizard who gave it to you.
Hagrid: "What're you doin' here? Get outta my house!"
Lucius: "My dear man, please believe me, I have no pleasure at all in being inside your - er - d'you call this a house?"
It'll be down to you, Harry, to show them that a Seeker has to have something more than a rich father. Get to that Snitch before Malfoy or die trying, Harry, because we've got to win today, we've got to.
Professor Binns was the only ghost teacher, and the most exciting thing that ever happened in his classes was his entering the room through the blackboard.
Slytherin wished to be more selective about the students admitted to Hogwarts. He believed that magical learning should be kept within all-magic families.
The four school houses are named after them: Godric Gryffindor, Helga Hufflepuff, Rowena Ravenclaw and Salazar Slytherin.
My subject is History of Magic. I deal with facts, Miss Granger, not myths and legends.
Professor Binns was looking at her in such amazement, Harry was sure no student had ever interrupted him before, alive or dead.
There is no good and evil, there is only power and those too weak to seek it.
Come out, Harry... come out and play, then it will be quick. It might even be painless, I would not know, I have never died.
Wormtail, I need someone with brains, someone whose loyalty has never wavered, and you unfortunately fulfil neither requirement.
And then I ask myself, but how could they have believed I would not rise again? They, who knew the steps I took, long ago, to guard myself against mortal death? They, who had seen proofs of the immensity of my power in the times when I was mightier than any wizard living?
Don't be a fool. Better save your own life and join me... or you'll meet the same end as your parents... they died begging me for mercy.
Your efforts are futile. You cannot fight me. I do not want to kill you. I have great respect for the teachers of Hogwarts.
See what I have become? Mere shadow and vapour... I have form only when I can share another's body... but there have always been those willing to let me into their hearts and minds.
But I was willing to embrace mortal life again, before chasing immortality.
Voldemort is my past, present, and future.
It was a name I was already using at Hogwarts, to my most intimate friends only, of course. You think I was going to use my filthy Muggle father's name forever? I, in whose veins runs the blood of Salazar Slytherin himself, through my mother's side? I, keep the name of a foul, common Muggle, who abandoned me even before I was born, just because he found out his wife was a witch? No, Harry. I fashioned myself a new name, a name I knew wizards everywhere would one day fear to speak, when I had become the greatest sorcerer in the world!
I was ripped from my body, I was less than spirit, less than the meanest ghost... but still, I was alive.
As inspiring as I find your bloodlust Bellatrix, I must be the one to kill Harry Potter.
After tonight, if they speak of you they'll speak only of how you begged for death. And I, being a merciful Lord, obliged.
Unicorn blood can sustain me but it cannot give me a body of my own. But there is something that can. Something that, conveniently enough, lies in your pocket.
I knew I was different, I knew I was special. Always, I knew there was something.
These are dark times, there is no denying. Our world has, perhaps, faced no greater threat than it does today. But I say this to our citizenry - we, ever your servants, will continue to defend your liberty and repel the forces that seek to take it from you. Your ministry remains strong.
Percy and I were in the vicinity - working, you know - and he couldn't resist dropping in and seeing you all.
Those that we love never truly leave us, Harry. There are things that death cannot touch.
Harry, there is never a perfect answer in this messy, emotional world. Perfection is beyond the reach of humankind, beyond the reach of magic. In every shining moment of happiness is that drop of poison: the knowledge that pain will come again. Be honest to those you love, show your pain. To suffer is as human as to breathe.
You ask me, of all people, how to protect a boy in terrible danger? We cannot protect the young from harm. Pain must and will come.
You - the three of you - you shone you know? You liked each other. You had fun. I envied you those friendships more than anything else.
I'm being bossed around by Hermione Granger. And I'm mildly enjoying it.
So you’re telling me that the whole of history rests on... Neville Longbottom? This is pretty wild.
Ron: "You've said some very unfair things to and about my wife..."
Hermione: "And your wife doesn't need you fighting her battles for her."
Draco: "I always envied you them, you know - Weasley and Granger. I had -"
Ginny: "Crabbe and Goyle."
Draco: "Two lunks who wouldn't know one end of a broomstick from another."
Hogwarts isn't actually that pleasant a place when you don't fit in.
It is exceptionally lonely, being Draco Malfoy. I will always be suspected. There is no escaping the past.
Scorpius: "I asked out Rose Granger-Weasley."
Albus: "And she said no."
Scorpius: "But I asked her. I planted the acorn. The acorn that will grow into our eventual marriage."
Albus: "You are aware that you're an utter fantasist."
People say parenting is the hardest job in the world - they're wrong - growing up is. We all just forget how hard it was.
How many people have died for the Boy Who Lived?
The rumor is that he's Voldemort's son, Albus. It's probably rubbish. I mean... look, you've got a nose.
Voldemort wanted you! Not my son! You told me yourself, the words he said were "kill the spare". The spare. My son, my beautiful son, was a spare.
It took me a long time to discover your weakness, Albus Potter. I thought it was pride, I thought it was the need to impress your father, but then I realised your weakness was the same as your father's - friendship.
Green is a soothing color, isn't it? I mean Gryffindor rooms are all well and good but the trouble with red is - it is said to send you a little mad - not that I'm casting aspersions...
Scorpius: "If I had to choose a companion to be at the return of eternal darkness with, I'd choose you."
Albus: "No offense, but I'd choose someone massive and really good at magic."
Delphi: "What have you done?"
Scorpius: "I, uh, I opened a book. Something which has - in all my years on this planet - never been a particularly dangerous activity."
It's tough to live with people stuck in the past, isn't it?
Okay, whatever was holding your brain together seems to have snapped.
There's a silence. A perfect, profound silence. One that sits low, twists a bit, and has damage within it.
I've done this job for centuries
On every student's head I've sat
Of thoughts I take inventories
For I'm the famous Sorting Hat

I've sorted high, I've sorted low,
I've done the job through thick and thin
So put me on and you will know
Which House you should be in
At this precise moment in time, I take no pleasure in being right.
Myrtle Elizabeth Warren - a pretty name - my name - no need for the "moaning".
Are you crawling away from me? Harry Potter. Hero of the wizarding world. Crawling away like a rat.
A memorial? I am not interested in a memorial - not anymore. I am an old man - an old dying man - and I am here to ask you - beg you - to help me get him back.
Delphi: "Then kill me."
Harry: "I can't do that either."
Albus: "What? Dad? She's dangerous."
Harry: "No, Albus."
Albus: "But she's a murderer- I've seen her murder-"
Harry: "Yes, Albus, she's a murdurer, and we're not."
Hermione: "We have to be better than them."
Ron: "Yeah, it's annoying but it's what we learnt."
The Malfoys. The family you can always rely on to make the world a murkier place.
It does not do to dwell on dreams, Harry, and forget to live.
After all, to the well-organized mind, death is but the next great adventure.
The truth is a beautiful and terrible thing, and should therefore be treated with great caution.
It takes a great deal of bravery to stand up to our enemies, but just as much to stand up to our friends.
You're a little scary sometimes, you know that? Brilliant... but scary.
As much money and life as you could want! The two things most human beings would choose above all - the trouble is, humans do have a knack of choosing precisely those things that are worst for them.
One can never have enough socks. Another Christmas has come and gone and I didn't get a single pair. People will insist on giving me books.
"Me?", said Hermione, "Books and cleverness. There are more important things: friendship and bravery."
But from that moment on, Hermione Granger became their friend. Because there are some things you can’t go through in life and become friends.
"Ah, music"' he said, wiping his eyes. "A magic beyond all we do here!"
She needs to sort out her priorities!
Now, if you two don't mind, I'm going to bed before either of you come up with another clever idea to get us killed - or worse, expelled.
Neville will play Quidditch for England before Hagrid lets Dumbledore down.
"Now, you two – this year, you behave yourselves. If I get one more owl telling me you've – you've blown up a toilet or –"
"Blown up a toilet? We've never blown up a toilet."
"Great idea though, thanks, Mum."
Dumbledore: "Voldemort had powers I will never have."
McGonagall: "Only because you're too - well - noble to use them."
Dumbledore: "It's lucky it's dark. I haven't blushed so much since Madame Pomfrey told me she liked my new earmuffs."
"You haven't got a letter on yours," George observed, "I suppose she thinks you don't forget your name. But we're not stupid - we know we're called Gred and Forge."
"Don't, Ginny, we'll send you loads of owls."
"We'll send you a Hogwarts toilet seat."
"Only joking, Mum."
Mr and Mrs Dursley, of number four, Privet Drive, were proud to say that they were perfectly normal, thank you very much.
Welcome to a new year at Hogwarts! Before we begin our banquet, I would like to say a few words. And here they are: Nitwit! Blubber! Oddment! Tweak!
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.
Scars can come in handy. I have one myself above my left knee that is a perfect map of the London Underground.
Funny way to get to a wizards' school, the train. Magic carpets all got punctures, have they?
Percy: "That's Professor Snape, head of Slytherin House."
Harry: "What's he teach?"
Percy: "Potions. But everyone knows it's the Dark Arts he fancies. He's been after Quirrell's job for years."
"So light a fire!" Harry choked.
"Yes... of course... but there's no wood!"
"Have you gone mad!" Ron bellowed. "Are you a witch or not!"
"And what if I wave my wand and nothing happens?"
"Throw it away and punch him on the nose," Ron suggested.
Longbottom, if brains were gold, you'd be poorer than Weasley, and that's saying something.
"I am not paying for some crackpot old fool to teach him magic tricks!!" yelled Uncle Vernon. Hagrid seized his pink umbrella and whirled it over his head "Never-" he thundered "-insult-Albus-Dumbledore-in-front-of-me!"
"Hurry up, boy!" shouted Uncle Vernon from the kitchen. "What are you doing, checking for letter-bombs?" He chuckled at his own joke.
"Fred, you next," the plump woman said.
"I'm not Fred, I'm George," said the boy. "Honestly, woman, you call yourself our mother? Can't you tell I'm George?"
"Sorry, George, dear."
"Only joking, I am Fred," said the boy and off he went.
If you want to see the true measure of a man, watch how he treats his inferiors, not his equals.
We are only as strong as we are united, as weak as we are divided.
Soon we must all face the choice between what is right and what is easy.
Understanding is the first step to acceptance, and only with acceptance can there be recovery.
Numbing the pain for a while will make it worse when you finally feel it.
Curiosity is not a sin. But we should exercise caution with our curiosity.
A true leader does what is right, no matter what others think.
You place too much importance... on the so-called purity of blood! You fail to recognize that it matters not what someone is born, but what they grow to be!
Differences of habit and language are nothing at all if our aims are identical and our hearts are open.
It is my belief that the truth is generally preferable to lies.
You have shown bravery beyond anything I could have expected of you tonight, Harry. You have shown bravery equal to those who died fighting Voldemort at the height of his powers. You have shouldered a grown wizard's burden and found yourself equal to it.
For a fleeting instant, Harry thought he saw a gleam of something like triumph in Dumbledore's eyes.
Just because it's taken you three years to notice, Ron, doesn't mean no one else has spotted I'm a girl!
What's got your wand in a knot?
Dark times lie ahead of us and there will be a time when we must choose between what is easy and what is right.
"Not spew," said Hermione impatiently. "It's S-P-E-W. Stands for Society for the promotion of Elfish Welfare."
"Never heard of it," said Ron.
"Well, of course you haven't," said Hermione briskly, "I've only just started it."
"Yeah?" said Ron in mild surprise. "How many members have you got?"
"Well - if you two join - three," said Hermione.
"Anyone can speak Troll," said Fred dismissively, "all you have to do is point and grunt."
Times like that bring out the best in some people and the worst in others.
Really, Hagrid, if you are holding out for universal popularity, I'm afraid you will be in this cabin for a very long time.
My own brother, Aberforth, was prosecuted for practicing inappropriate charms on a goat. It was all over the papers, but did Aberforth hide? No, he did not! He held his head high and went about his business as usual! Of course, I’m not entirely sure he can read, so that may not have been bravery.
Percy: "We're trying to standardise cauldron thickness. Some of these foreign imports are just a shade too thin - leakages have been increasing at a rate of almost three per cent a year -"
Ron: "That'll change the world, that report will."
"Because I want to fix that in my memory for ever," said Ron, his eyes closed and an uplifted expression on his face. "Draco Malfoy, the amazing bouncing ferret."
"Mad-Eye Moody?" said George thoughtfully, spreading marmalade on his toast. "Isn't he that nutter -"
"Your father thinks very highly of Mad-Eye Moody," said Mrs. Weasley sternly.
"Yeah, well, Dad collects plugs, doesn't he?" said Fred quietly as Mrs. Weasley left the room.
Skeeter: "I hope you saw my piece over the summer about the International Confederation of Wizards' Conference?"
Dumbledore: "Enchantingly nasty. I particularly enjoyed your description of me as an obsolete dingbat."
Never be ashamed, there's some who'll hold it against you, but they're not worth botherin' with.
Hermione: "Everyone knows. Well, everyone who has read 'Hogwarts: A History'."
Ron: "Just you, then."
Miss Granger remains the only person in this class who has managed to turn a hedgehog into a satisfactory pincushion. I might remind you that your pincushion, Thomas, still curls up in fright if anyone approaches it with a pin!
"Excuse me, I don't like people just because they're handsome!" said Hermione indignantly.
Ron gave a loud false cough, which sounded oddly like "Lockhart!"
Percy wouldn't recognize a joke if it danced naked in front of him wearing Dobby's tea cozy.
[..] as a herd of galloping desks thundered past, sheperded by a sprinting Professor McGonagall. She appeared not to notice them: her hair had come down and there was a gash on her cheek. As she turned the corner, they heard her scream: "CHARGE!"
Harry witnessed Professor McGonagall walking right past Peeves who was determinedly loosening a crystal chandelier and could have sworn he heard her tell the poltergeist out of the corner of her mouth, "It unscrews the other way."
The aged caretaker had just come hobbling into view, shouting, "Students out of bed! Students in the corridors!"
"They’re supposed to be, you blithering idiot!" shouted McGonagall.
He has achieved high marks in all Defense Against the Dark Arts tests set by a competent teacher.
Hopefully, none of you will ever face such evil. But should challenges arise, know that together you are capable of much more than you might think.
We teachers are rather good at magic, you know.
His name is Voldemort. Filius, you might as well use it. He's going to try to kill you either way.
"I wonder," said Professor McGonagall in cold fury, turning on Professor Umbridge, "how you expect to gain an idea of my usual teaching methods if you continue to interrupt me? You see, I do not generally permit people to talk when I am talking."
Trelawney: "I dare not, Headmaster! If I join the table, we shall be thirteen! Nothing could be more unlucky! Never forget that when thirteen dine together, the first to rise will be the first to die!"
McGonagall: "We'll risk it, Sybill. Do sit down, the turkey's getting stone cold."
Dumbledore would have been happier than anybody to think that there was a little more love in the world.
"My grandmother thinks Charms is a soft option," mumbled Neville.
"Take Charms," said Professor McGonagall, "and I shall drop Augusta a line reminding her that just because she failed her Charms O.W.L., the subject is not necessarily worthless."
Are you quite sure you wouldn't like a cough drop, Dolores?
"Hogwarts is threatened!" shouted Professor McGonagall. "Man the boundaries, protect us, do your duty to our school!"
Perhaps it would be more useful if I were to transfigure Mr. Potter and yourself into a pocket watch? That way, one of you might be on time.
Transfiguration is some of the most complex and dangerous magic you will learn at Hogwarts. Anyone messing around in my class will leave and not come back. You have been warned.
The time has come for Slytherin House to decide upon its loyalties.
And Potter - do try and win, won't you? Or we'll be out of the running for the eighth year in a row, as Professor Snape was kind enough to remind me only last night.
Don't tell me what I can and can't do, Potter. I've never been more ashamed of Gryffindor students.
Lily and James... I can't believe it... I don't want to believe it.
Why so tense, Potter? My father and I have a bet, you see. I don't think you're going to last ten minutes in this tournament. He disagrees. He thinks you won't last five!
Well, I can certainly see why we're trying to keep them alive. Who wouldn't want pets that can burn, sting, and bite all at once?
See, there's Potter, who's got no parents, then there's the Weasleys, who've got no money - you should be on the team, Longbottom, you've got no brains.
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.
"Weasley would like a signed photo, Potter," smirked Malfoy. "It'd be worth more than his family's whole house."
My father told me all the Weasleys have red hair, freckles, and more children than they can afford.
Not as surprised as I am to see you in a shop, Weasley. I suppose your parents will go hungry for a month to pay for that lot.
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.
Did you see his face? Maybe if the fat lump had given this a squeeze, he’d have remembered to fall on his fat ass.
A picture of your parents outside their house - if you can call it a house! Your mother could do with losing a bit of weight, couldn't she?
I always thought Father might be the one who got rid of Dumbledore. I told you he thinks Dumbledore's the worst Headmaster the school's ever had.
Imagine being in Hufflepuff, I think I'd leave, wouldn't you?
Suppose you'd love to live here, wouldn't you, Weasley? Dreaming about having your own bedroom? I heard your family all sleep in one room - is that true?
"Fought 'em off, did you, son?" said Uncle Vernon loudly, with the appearance of a man struggling to bring the conversation back on to a plane he understood. "Gave 'em the old one-two, did you?"
"You can't give a Dementor the old one-two," said Harry through clenched teeth.
Harry Potter: "What if I accidentally let something slip?"
Uncle Vernon: "You'll get the stuffing knocked out of you, won't you?"
I will not pay to have some crackpot old fool teach him magic tricks!
What have I told you about saying the "M"-word in our house?
Uncle Vernon: "Fine day, Sunday. In my opinion, best day of the week. Why is that, Dudley?"
Harry: "Because there's no post on Sundays?"
Uncle Vernon: "Right you are, Harry! No post on Sundays. No blasted letters today! No, sir! Not one single bloody letter!"
Why we ever kept you in the first place, I don't know, Marge was right, it should have been the orphanage. We were too damn soft for our own good, thought we could squash it out of you, thought we could turn you normal, but you’ve been rotten from the beginning and I've had enough.
When will they learn, that hanging's the only way to deal with these people?
I'm warning you, I'm warning you now, boy - any funny business, anything at all - and you'll be in that cupboard from now until Christmas.
"Record numbers of stranded holidaymakers fill airports as the Spanish baggage-handlers' strike reaches its second week -"
"Give 'em a lifelong siesta, I would," snarled Uncle Vernon over the end of the newsreader's sentence.
Owls treating the place like a rest home, puddings exploding, half the lounge destroyed, Dudley's tail, Marge bobbing around on the ceiling and that flying Ford Anglia - OUT! OUT! You've had it! You're history!
Vernon: "Hang on. This Lord Voldything's back, you say."
Harry: "Yes."
Vernon: "The one who murdered your parents."
Harry: "Yes."
Vernon: "And now he's sending Dismembers after you?"
Harry: "Looks like it."
Vernon: "I see."
Dudley, meanwhile, was counting his presents. His face fell. "Thirty-six," he said, looking up at his mother and father. "That's two less than last year."
Harry: "Five against one, very brave."
Dudley: "Well, you're one to talk. Moaning in your sleep every night. At least, I'm not afraid of my pillow."
Kingsley Shacklebolt: "The last words that Albus Dumbledore said to the pair of us."
Remus Lupin: "Harry is the best hope we have. Trust him."
Harry Potter: "How come she married him? She hated him!"
Sirius Black : "Nah, she didn't."
Remus Lupin: "She started going out with him in seventh year."
"Well, hello, Peter" said Lupin pleasantly, as though rats frequently erupted into old school friends around him. "Long time, no see."
Not at all up to your usual standard, Hermione. Only one out of three, I'm afraid. I have not been helping Sirius get into the castle and I certainly don't want Harry dead. But I won't deny that I am a werewolf.
Your parents gave their lives to keep you alive, Harry. A poor way to repay them - gambling their sacrifice for a bag of magic tricks.
"Did you like question ten, Moony?" asked Sirius as they emerged into the entrance hall.
"Loved it," said Lupin briskly. "Give five signs that identify the werewolf. Excellent question."
"D'you think you managed to get all the signs?" said James in tones of mock concern.
"Think I did," said Lupin seriously, as they joined the crowd thronging around the front doors eager to get out into the sunlit grounds. "One: He's sitting on my chair. Two: He's wearing my clothes. Three: His name's Remus Lupin."
"You should have realized," said Lupin quietly, "if Voldemort didn’t kill you, we would. Good-bye, Peter."
You can exist without your soul, you know, as long as your brain and heart are still working. But you’ll have no sense of self anymore, no memory, no... anything.
I was a small boy when I received the bite. My parents tried everything, but in those days there was no cure.
Harry: "I'm scared, Professor."
Lupin: "Well, I'd consider you a fool if you weren't."
Vernon: "Anyway, it's not as if there'd be anything about his lot on our news -"
Petunia: "Vernon, shh! The window's open!"
It's addressed to me, Vernon, look! Mrs Petunia Dursley, The Kitchen, Number Four, Privet Drive.
He's a boisterous little boy, but he would hurt a fly!
Dinky Duddydums, don't cry, Mummy won't let him spoil your special day!
Lily: "I'm not a freak. That's a horrible thing to say."
Petunia: "That's where you're going. A special school for freaks."
I was the only one who saw her for what she was... a freak! But for my mother and father, oh no, it was Lily this and Lily that, they were proud of having a witch in the family!
How could you not be, my dratted sister being what she was? Oh, she got a letter just like that and disappeared off to that - that school - and came home every holiday with her pockets full of frog spawn, turning teacups into rats. I was the only one who saw her for what she was - a freak! But for my mother and father, oh no, it was Lily this and Lily that, they were proud of having a witch in the family!
"As if we're interested in their sordid affairs," sniffed Aunt Petunia, who had followed the case obsessively in every magazine she could lay her bony hands on.
That's where you're going. A special school for freaks. You and that Snape boy… weirdos, that's what you two are. It's good you're being separated from normal people. It's for our safety.
If you made a better rat than a human, it's not much to boast about, Peter.
"Does it hurt?" The childish question had escaped Harry's lips before he could stop it. "Dying? Not at all," said Sirius. "Quicker and easier than falling asleep."
Severus Snape: "You - wait..."
Sirius Black: "Wait for what? What're you going to do, Snivelly, wipe your nose on us?"
My mother didn't have a heart, Kreacher. She kept herself alive out of pure spite.
Draco: "Father and I are in the minister's box. By personal invitation of Cornelius Fudge himself."
Lucius: "Don't boast, Draco. There's no need with these people."
It's time you learned the difference between life and dreams, Potter.
Good lord Arthur. What did you did you have to sell to get seats in the Top Box? Surely your house wouldn't have fetched this much?
Busy time at the Ministry, Arthur. All those extra raids. I do hope they're paying you overtime. But, judging by the state of this, I'd say not...
Let me see; red hair, vacant expressions, tatty second-hand books, you must be the Weasleys.
Did you actually believe, or are you truly naïve enough to think that children stood a chance against us? I'll make this simple for you, Potter. Give me the prophecy now, or watch your friends die.
Dreadful thing, Dumbledore, but the governors feel it's time for you to step aside. This is an Order of Suspension - you'll find all twelve signatures on it. I'm afraid we feel you're losing your touch. How many attacks have there been now? Two more this afternoon, wasn't it? At this rate, there'll be no Muggle-borns left at Hogwarts, and we all know what an awful loss that would be to the school.
I would remind you that it is not - prudent - to appear less than fond of Harry Potter, not when most of our kind regard him as the hero who made the Dark Lord disappear.
My Lord... might it... be less, uh - might it not be more prudent to call off this attack and simply seek the boy yourself?
Draco, if we are the ones who hand Potter over to the Dark Lord, everything will be forgiven.
Yeh'll do wha' yer told. Or I'll be takin' a leaf outta Professor Moody's book... I hear yeh made a good ferret, Malfoy.
Gringotts is the safest place in the world for something you want to hide - except perhaps Hogwarts.
Vernon: "He'll not be going!"
Hagrid: "If he wants ter go, a great Muggle like you won't stop him."
Ah, well, people can be stupid abou' their pets.
Better Hufflepuff than Slytherin. There's not a single witch or wizard who went bad who wasn't in Slytherin. You-Know-Who was one.
No good sitting worrying about it. What's coming will come, and we'll meet it when it does.
Great man, Dumbledore. 'S long as we've got him, I'm not too worried.
"See, the Ministry wanted ter send a bunch o' Aurors, but Dumbledore said I'd do," said Hagrid proudly, throwing out his chest and tucking his thumbs into his pockets.
"You all righ'?" he said gruffly.
"Yeah," said Harry.
"No, yeh're not," said Hagrid. "'Course yeh're not. But yeh will be."
It's changing out there. Just like last time. There's a storm coming, Harry. And we all best be ready.
Here I've come from the toilet bowl, where she said I could swim did Eupraxia Mole.
As long as 'twere only one time per week, I can plunge the boys' lavatory - not for the meek!
He tried to stop me did Rancorous Carpe. Sought to trap me, confine me, inside of a jar -
but he failed, as did his Containment Charms, so I took my revenge to wreak havoc and harm.
It was granted my privileges be handsome indeed, or I'd fire up the cannon and so she agreed -
to draw up a contract, with her, not with him, that if I behaved I'd have one weekly swim!
We did it, we bashed them, wee Potter’s the one
And Voldy’s gone mouldy, so now let's have fun
"Why, it's potty wee Potter!" cackled Peeves, knocking Harry's glasses askew as he bounced past him. "What's Potter up to? Why's Potter lurking -" Peeves stopped, halfway through a mid-air somersault.
Oh, Potter, you rotter, oh, what have you done,
You’re killing off students, you think it’s good fun.
When there's strife and when there's trouble
Call on Peevsie, he'll make double!
Wandering around at midnight, ickle firsties? Tut, tut, tut. Naughty, naughty, you'll get caughty.
They were temporarily detained by Peeves, who had jammed a door on the fourth floor shut and was refusing to let anyone pass until they set fire to their own pants.
"Kicky, scratchy!" cried Peeves happily, now pelting bits of chalk at the elves to enrage them further. "Tweaky, pokey!"
So sorry, your bloodiness, Mr Baron, sir. My mistake, my mistake - I didn't see you - of course I didn't, you're invisible - forgive old Peevsie his little joke, sir.
Nasty temper he's got, that Sirius Black.
Regret is my constant companion. Do not let it become yours.
Albus Dumbledore in Fantastic Beasts - 2: The Crimes of Grindelwald
Do you know why I admire you, Newt? More, perhaps, than any man I know? You don’t seek power or popularity. You simply ask, is the thing right in itself? If it is, then I must do it, no matter the cost.
Albus Dumbledore in Fantastic Beasts - 2: The Crimes of Grindelwald
Everyone is scared of something.
Albus Dumbledore in Fantastic Beasts - 2: The Crimes of Grindelwald
If, by teatime, all of us are still alive, we should consider our efforts a success.
Albus Dumbledore in Fantastic Beasts - 3: The Secrets of Dumbledore
Dangerous times favor dangerous men.
Albus Dumbledore in Fantastic Beasts - 3: The Secrets of Dumbledore
Memory is everything. Without it we are blind. Without it we leave the fate of our world to chance.
Albus Dumbledore in Fantastic Beasts - 3: The Secrets of Dumbledore
There's a story in my family that a phoenix will come to any Dumbledore in desperate need.
Albus Dumbledore in Fantastic Beasts - 2: The Crimes of Grindelwald
Hagrid: "Bit o' fresh air, yeh know?"
Umbridge: "Yes, as gamekeeper fresh air must be so difficult to come by."
Well, it looks as though Hogwarts will shortly be a Weasley-free zone, doesn't it?
Progress for the sake of progress must be discouraged.
Umbridge: "Predict something."
Trelawney: "Erm. You... are in great danger!"
Umbridge: "Lovely."
You have been told that a certain dark wizard is at large once again. This is a lie.
Umbridge: "Dumbledore, may I remind you that under the terms of Educational Decree #23, as enacted by the Minister...-"
Dumbledore: "You have the right to dismiss my teachers. You do not, however, have the authority to banish them from the grounds. That power remains with the headmaster."
Umbridge: "For now."
What Cornelius doesn't know won't hurt him.
Skeeter: "The Prophet does a zoological column every Wednesday, as I'm sure you know. We could feature these - er - Bang-Ended Scoots."
Hagrid: "Blast-Ended Skrewts."
"I know things about Ludo Bagman that would make your hair curl… not that it needs it -" she added, eyeing Hermione's bushy hair.
Attractive blonde Rita Skeeter, forty-three, whose savage quill has punctured many inflated reputations.
Miss Granger has developed a taste for famous wizards which Potter alone cannot satisfy.
But of course, Little Miss Perfect wouldn't want that story out there, would she?
He got caught by Apollyon Pringle - he was the caretaker in those days - your father's still got the marks.
Arthur: "The things our lot have taken to enchanting, you wouldn't believe it-"
Molly: "Like cars, for instance?"
"Please, come in, sit down, Minister!" fluttered Mrs. Weasley, straightening her hat. "Have a little purkey, or some tooding."
You shouldn't have favourites as a teacher, of course, but she was one of mine. Your mother. Lily Evans. One of the brightest I ever taught. Vivacious, you know. Charming girl. I used to tell her she ought to have been in my House. Very cheeky answers I used to get back too.
It was a student who gave me Francis. One Spring afternoon I discovered a bowl on my desk, just a few inches of clear water in it. Floating on the surface was a flower petal. As I washed, it sank. Just when it reached the bottom, it transformed into a wee fish. It was beautiful magic, wondrous to the behold. The flower petal had come from a Lily, your mother. The day I came downstairs, the day the bowl was empty, was the day your mother...-
"But I don't think I've ever known such a natural at Potions!" said Slughorn. "Instinctive, you know - like his mother! I've only ever taught a few with this kind of ability, I can tell you that, Sybill - why even Severus -"
And to Harry's horror, Slughorn threw out an arm and seemed to scoop Snape out of thin air toward them.
I must say, I'd like to know where you get your information, boy; more knowledgeable than half the staff, you are.
Farewell, Aragog. King of the arachnids. Your body will decay... but your spirit lingers on and your human friends find solace, the loss they have sustained.
"And Odo the hero, they bore him back home
To the place that he'd known as a lad,
They laid him to rest with his hat inside out
And his wand snapped in two, which was sad."
"...terrible," Hagrid grunted and his great shaggy head rolled sideways on to his arms and he fell asleep, snoring deeply.
"Sorry," said Slughorn with a hiccough. "Can't carry a tune to save my life."
Now, Amortentia doesn't create actual love, that would be impossible. But it does cause powerful infatuation or obsession, and for that reason... it is probably the most dangerous potion in this room.
"Is Draco alive? Is he in the castle?"
The whisper was barely audible; her lips were an inch from his ear, her head bent so low that her long hair shielded his face from the onlookers.
"Yes," he breathed back.
He felt the hand on his chest contract; her nails pierced him. The it was withdrawn. She had sat up.
"He is dead!" Narcissa Malfoy called to the watchers.
I expect Potter will be reunited with dear Sirius before I am reunited with Lucius.
"Let go, Bella!" snarled Narcissa, and she drew a wand from beneath her cloak, holding it threateningly in the other's face. Bella merely laughed. "Cissy, your own sister? You wouldn't--"
"There is nothing I wouldn't do anymore!"
"Don't you dare - don't you dare blame my husband!" said Narcissa, in a low and deadly voice, looking up at her sister.
I see that being Dumbledore's favourite has given you a false sense of security, Harry Potter. But Dumbledore won't always be there to protect you.
Bellatrix: "Cissy - Narcissa - listen to me."
Narcissa: "Go back, Bella!"
Bellatrix: "You must listen to me!"
Narcissa: "I've listened already. I've made my decision. Leave me alone!"
Now that I know the kind of scum that shops here... we'll do better at Twilfitt and Tatting's.
Whether you come back by page or by the big screen, Hogwarts will always be there to welcome you home.
Magic, both beautiful and powerful, binds together our long history. That common bond we share is the legacy of Hogwarts.
Can you believe this place? They got pint-sized little witches and wizards running around here.
Jacob Kowalski in Fantastic Beasts - 3: The Secrets of Dumbledore
Every corridor, every portrait, every stone in this castle tells the story of witches and wizards who came before. Here you will meet lifelong friends and grow into your own magical abilities in the class rooms of the worlds most talented professors.
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.
But Ron was staring at Hermione as though suddenly seeing her in a whole new light.
"Hermione, Neville's right - you are a girl..."
"Oh well spotted," she said acidly.
Being able to talk to snakes was what Salazar Slytherin was famous for. That's why the symbol of Slytherin house is a serpent.
"Now that big Hufflepuff player's got the Quaffle from her, I can't remember his name, it's something like Bibble - no, Buggins -"
"It's Cadwallader!" said Professor McGonagall loudly from beside Luna.
My dad is very supportive of any anti-Ministry action! He's always saying he'd believe anything of Fudge; I mean, the number of goblins Fudge has had assassinated! And of course he uses the Department of Mysteries to develop terrible poisons, which he secretly feeds to anybody who disagrees with him. And then there's his Umgubular Slashkilter.
I thought it sounded a bit like Percy singing... maybe you've got to attack him while he's in the shower, Harry.
"Can't stay long, Mother," he said. "I'm up front, the prefects have got two compartments to themselves."
"Oh, are you a prefect, Percy?" said one of the twins, with an air of great surprise. "You should have said something, we had no idea."
"Hang on, I think I remember him saying something about it," said the other twin. "Once-"
"Or twice-"
"A minute-"
"All summer."
"I just can't justify taking more time off at the moment. Mr Crouch is really starting to rely on me."
"Yeah, you know what, Percy?" said George seriously. "I reckon he'll know your name soon."
Charlie had to take the test twice. He failed first time, Apparated five miles south of where he meant to, right on top of some poor old dear doing her shopping.
"Yeah, someone might slip dragon dung in it again, eh, Perce?" said Fred.
"That was a sample of fertilizer from Norway!" said Percy, going very red in the face. "It was nothing personal!"
"It was," Fred whispered to Harry as they got up from the table. "We sent it."
Bellatrix: "Neville Longbottom, isn't it? How's mum and dad?"
Neville: "Better, now they're about to be avenged!"
The thing is, it helps when people stand up to them, it gives everyone hope. I used to notice that when you did it, Harry.
They bit off a bit more than they could chew with Gran. Little old witch living alone, they probably think they didn't need to send anyone particularly powerful. Anyway, Dawlish is still in St Mungo's and Gran is on the run. She sent me a letter, telling me she was proud of me, that I'm my parents' son, and to keep it up.
Augusta Longbottom: "Haven't you told your friends about your parents, Neville? Well, it's nothing to be ashamed of! You should be proud, Neville, proud! They didn't give their health and their sanity so their only son would be ashamed of them, you know!"
Neville Longbottom: "I'm not ashamed."
Lucius: "You see, there are ten of us and only one of you... or hasn't Dumbledore ever taught you how to count?"
Neville: "He's dot alone! He's still god be!"
A thousand years or more ago,
When I was newly sewn,
There lived four wizards of renown,
Whose name are still well-known:

Bold Gryffindor from wild moor,
Fair Ravlenclaw from glen,
Sweet Hufflepuff from valley broad,
Shrewd Slytherin from fen.

They share a wish, a hope, a dream,
They hatched a daring plan,
To educate young sorcerers,
Thus Hogwarts school began.
You might belong in Gryffindor
Where dwell the brave at heart
Their daring, nerve, and chivalry
Set Gryffindors apart
You might belong in Hufflepuff
Where they are just and loyal
Those patient Hufflepuffs are true
And unafraid of toil
Or yet in wise old Ravenclaw
if you've a ready mind
Where those of wit and learning
Will always find their kind
Or perhaps in Slytherin
You'll make your real friends
Those cunning folks use any means
To achieve their ends
Ron: "What are you talking about, Dean?"
Dean: "In football, you get shown the red card and you're out of the game!"
I am sorry to say that from the moment you have arrived in this class, my dear, it has been apparent that you do not have what the noble art of Divination requires. Indeed, I don’t remember ever meeting a student whose mind was so hopelessly Mundane.
Trelawney: "I think I am right in saying, my dear, that you were born in midwinter?"
Harry: "No, I was born in July."
It will happen tonight. The Dark Lord lies alone and friendless, abandoned by his followers. His servant has been chained these twelve years. Tonight, before midnight... the servant will break free and set out to rejoin his master. The Dark Lord will rise again with his servant's aid, greater and more terrible than ever he was.
"By the way, my dear," she shot suddenly at Parvati Patil, "beware a red-haired man." Parvati gave a startled look at Ron, who was right behind her and edged her chair away from him.
Welcome to Divination. My name is Professor Trelawney. You may not have seen me before. I find that descending too often into the hustle and bustle of the main school clouds my Inner Eye.
You think you're funny. But you're just an arrogant, bullying toerag, Potter. Leave him alone.
James Potter: "Apologise to Evans!"
Lily Evans: "I don't want you to make him apologise. You're as bad as he is."
James Potter: "You're lucky Evans was here, Snivellus -"
Severus Snape: "I don't need help from filthy little Mudbloods like her!"
Lily Evans: "Fine. I won't bother in future. And I'd wash your pants if I were you, Snivellus."
Severus Snape: "I never meant to call you Mudblood, it just -"
Lily Evans: "Slipped out? It's too late. I've made excuses for you for years. None of my friends can understand why I even talk to you. You and your precious little Death Eater friends... you've chosen your way, I've chosen mine."
Messing up your hair because you think it looks cool to look like you've just got off your broomstick, showing off with that stupid Snitch, walking down corridors and hexing anyone who annoys you just because you can - I'm surprised your broomstick can get off the ground with that fat head on it. You make me sick.
Listen to me, Potter. Your pal Diggory? By your age he could turn a whistle into a watch and have it sing you the time. Miss Delacour? She's as much a fairy princess as I am. As for Krum, his head may be filled with sawdust, but Karkaroff's is not.
Socks are Dobby's favourite, favourite clothes, sir!
Kreacher will not insult Harry Potter in fron of Dobby, no he won't, or Dobby will shut Kreacher's mouth for him!
Dobby is used to death threats, sir. Dobby gets them five times a day at home.
He got up, face livid, and pulled out his wand, but Dobby raised a long, threatening finger. "You shall go now," he said fiercely, pointing down at Mr. Malfoy. "You shall not touch Harry Potter. You shall go now."
Tis part of the house-elf's enslavement, sir. We keeps their secrets and our silence, sir, we upholds the family's honour, and we never speaks ill of them - though Professor Dumbledore told Dobby he does not insist upon this. Professor Dumbledore said we is free to-. He said we is free to call him a barmy old codger if we likes, sir!
The words came out before Harry had quite got his tongue around them. "Wangoballwime?"
"Sorry?" said Cho.
"D'you - d'you want to go to the ball with me?" said Harry. Why did he have to go red now? Why?
"Oh!" said Cho, and she went red too. "Oh Harry, I'm really sorry," and she truly looked it. "I've already said I'll go with someone else."
If you'd like to see what the diadem's supposed to look like, I could take you up to our common room and show you, Harry. Ravenclaw's wearing it in her statue.
A lot of people say that Slytherins and Gryffindors represent two sides of the same coin.
But we're not bad people. We're like our emblem, the snake: sleek, powerful, and frequently misunderstood.
Player: "Don't know why Gryffindors get credit for bravery. We Slytherins are teeming with it.."
Sebastian: "And we're much more fun to fight with."
Sebastian Sallow in Hogwarts Legacy
Isn't it obvious all this stuff's coming from Slytherin? The Heir of Slytherin, the monster of Slytherin - why don't they just chuck all the Slytherins out?
If a cluttered desk is a sign of a cluttered mind, of what, then, is an empty desk sign?
Strength does not come from physical capacity, it comes from an indomitable will.
Christ, you two! All I can say is if I ever get anal polyps, I'll know what to name them.
Saul Goodman in Breaking Bad - Season 4 Episode 13

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