Quotes from Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix (Page 3)

"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."

"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.

You may not like him, Minister, but you can't deny: Dumbledore's got style.

Exploding Snap's got nothing to do with Defence Against the Dark Arts, Professor! That's not information relating to your subject!

Severus Snape: "You - wait..."
Sirius Black: "Wait for what? What're you going to do, Snivelly, wipe your nose on us?"

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..."

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."

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.

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?

I expect you'd like my autograph, would you?

But of course, Little Miss Perfect wouldn't want that story out there, would she?

How many autographs would you like? I can do joined-up writing now, you know!

Bellatrix: "Neville Longbottom, isn't it? How's mum and dad?"
Neville: "Better, now they're about to be avenged!"

He's not back!

Dispatch an owl to the Daily Prophet if we hurry we should make the morning edition. Dawlish, Shacklebolt! You will escort Dumbledore to Azkaban, to await trial for conspiracy and sedition.

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.

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."

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."

He has achieved high marks in all Defense Against the Dark Arts tests set by a competent teacher.

"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."

Are you quite sure you wouldn't like a cough drop, Dolores?

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!"

It's changing out there. Just like last time. There's a storm coming, Harry. And we all best be ready.

A good first impression can work wonders.

Trains! Underground! Ingenious, these Muggles!

Don't get upset, Molly, but Augustus Pye had an idea.... He's the Trainee Healer, you know, lovely young chap and very interested in... um... complementary medicine.... I mean, some of these old Muggle remedies... well, they're called stitches, Molly, and they work very well on - on Muggle wounds.

"And in our first year," said Neville to the group at large, "he saved that Philological Stone."

According to Madam Pomfrey, thoughts could leave deeper scars than almost anything else.

"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.

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."

My mother didn't have a heart, Kreacher. She kept herself alive out of pure spite.

You're a really good teacher, Harry.

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?

It's time you learned the difference between life and dreams, Potter.

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.

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.

Wand still in your jeans? Both buttocks still on? Okay, let's go.

"Very clean, aren't they, these Muggles?" said the witch called Tonks, who was looking around the kitchen with great interest. "My dad's Muggle-born and he's a right old slob. I suppose it varies just as it does with wizards?"

"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.

Kingsley Shacklebolt and Sturgis Podmore were axamining the microwave and Hestia Jones was laughing at a potato peeler she had come across while rummaging in the drawers.

Take only those they wanted, so,
For instance, Slytherin
Took only pure-blood wizards
Of great cunning, just like him

"Well, I'm glad you listen to Hermione Granger at any rate," she said, pointing him out of her office.

Umbridge: "Predict something."
Trelawney: "Erm. You... are in great danger!"
Umbridge: "Lovely."

Progress for the sake of progress must be discouraged.

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."