Quotes from Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix (Page 2)

"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.

"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."

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."

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.

"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."

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?"

Vernon: "Listening to the news! Again?"
Harry: "Well, it changes every day, you see."

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!"

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!"

Going somewhere, Potter? You should be in the Gryffindor common room preparing for yet another year of academic underachievement.

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'.

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."

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 -"

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.

This is night, Diddykins. That's what we call it when it goes all dark like this.

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.

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!

"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?

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.

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."

"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.

"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?"