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

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?"

"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!

He's not back!

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

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."

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!"

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

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.

Shut your mouth! You dare speak his name with your unworthy lips, you dare besmirch it with your half-blood's tongue.

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

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."

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.

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?"

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