The best Quotes by Rufus Scrimgeour

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!

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.

Dumbledore's man through and through, aren't you, Potter?

People believe you are the Chosen One, you see. They think you quite the hero - which, of course, you are, Harry, chosen or not!

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

Scrimgeour: "It's time you learned some respect!"
Harry: "It's time you earned it."

The Ministry has fallen. The Minister of Magic is dead. They are coming.

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.

"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 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.

"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!"

"Please, come in, sit down, Minister!" fluttered Mrs. Weasley, straightening her hat. "Have a little purkey, or some tooding."

...yet, sadly, accidental rudeness occurs alarmingly often. Best to say nothing at all, my dear man.

"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.

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.

I enjoyed the meetings, too. It was like having friends.

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.

They were great men, with huge flaws, and you know what – those flaws almost made them greater.

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.

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."

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?

"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?"

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.

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!"

Fear of a name only increases fear of the thing itself.

We're all human, aren't we? Every human life is worth the same, and worth saving.

"Now look, Lucius, if Dumbledore can't stop them -" said Fudge, whose upper lip was sweating now, "I mean to say, who can?"

"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.

Happiness can be found, even in the darkest of times, if one only remembers to turn on the light.

Well, it may have escaped your notice, but life isn't fair.

"Follow the spiders"... Why spiders? Why couldn't it be "follow the butterflies"?

"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.

If you want to see the true measure of a man, watch how he treats his inferiors, not his equals.

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.

Longbottom, if brains were gold, you'd be poorer than Weasley, and that's saying something.

Being different isn't a bad thing. It means you're brave enough to be yourself.