The best Quotes from Harry Potter and the Half-Blood Prince (Page 3)

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.

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."

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.

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.

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."

"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 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.

Kreacher will not insult Harry Potter in fron of Dobby, no he won't, or Dobby will shut Kreacher's mouth for him!

Times like these, dark times, they do funny things to people. They can tear them apart.

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.

I knew I was different, I knew I was special. Always, I knew there was something.

If you're going to tell me my life would be more peaceful at that pestilential school, you can save your breath, Albus!

Any friend of Harry's is a friend of mine.

Attention to detail in the preparation is the prerequisite of all planning.

Percy and I were in the vicinity - working, you know - and he couldn't resist dropping in and seeing you all.

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.

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.

That's because he is sixteen and has no idea what lies in store! Why, Severus? Why my son? It is too dangerous! This is vengeance for Lucius's mistake, I know it!

And, should it prove necessary... if it seems Draco will fail... will you carry out the deed that the Dark Lord has ordered Draco to perform?

When there's strife and when there's trouble
Call on Peevsie, he'll make double!

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!"

Potty asked Loony to go to the party! Potty lurves Loony! Potty luuuuuurves Looooony!

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."