The best Series Quotes (Page 2)

A festival of flowers to remember those lost... I think I'd rather be forgotten.

One to cut, one to seal.

Brother, our paths cross once again. Will our swords do the same?

One blade carries the weight of my past. The other, holds the key to my future.

Rare is the person who shows their true face.

"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.

Harry: "And Ginny, don't call Ron a prat, you're not the Captain of this team."
Ginny: "Well, you seemed too busy to call him a prat and I thought someone should."

Been kissing Pigwidgeon, have you? Or have you got a picture of Auntie Muriel stashed under your pillow?

"I can't see no gas."
"That's because it's colorless," said Ginny in a convincingly exasperated voice, "but if you want to walk through it, carry on, then we'll have your body as proof for the next idiot who didn't believe us."

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.

"I'd like you to have something to remember me by, you know, if you ever meet some Veela when you're off doing whatever you're doing."
"I think dating opportunities are going to be pretty thin on the ground, to be honest."
"There's a silver lining I've been looking for," she whispered, and then she was kissing him as she never kissed him before.

Neville: "I’m nobody."
Ginny: "No you’re not."

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."

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

Hagrid: "Bit o' fresh air, yeh know?"
Umbridge: "Yes, as gamekeeper fresh air must be so difficult to come by."

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.

"This boy has as much chance of becoming an Auror as Dumbledore has of ever returning to this school."
"A very good chance, then," said Professor McGonagall.

You look in excellent health to me, Potter, so you will excuse me if I don't let you off homework today. I assure you that if you die, you need not hand it in.

Hermione: "I mean, it's sort of exciting isn't it? Breaking the rules."
Ron: "Who are you and what have you done with Hermione Granger?"

Professor McGonagall: "Why is it, when something bad happens, it's always you three?"
Ron: "Believe me, professor, I've been asking myself the exact same thing for the past six years."

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."

The aged caretaker had just come hobbling into view, shouting, "Students out of bed! Students in the corridors!"
"They’re supposed to be, you blithering idiot!" shouted McGonagall.

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.

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

"Hogwarts is threatened!" shouted Professor McGonagall. "Man the boundaries, protect us, do your duty to our school!"

We teachers are rather good at magic, you know.

His name is Voldemort. Filius, you might as well use it. He's going to try to kill you either way.

Don't tell me what I can and can't do, Potter. I've never been more ashamed of Gryffindor students.

"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."

"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."

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

The world isn't split into good people and Death Eaters. We've all got both light and dark inside of us. What matters is the part we choose to act on. That's who we really are.

Brilliant, Snape. Once again you put your keen and penetrating mind to the task and, as usual, come to the wrong conclusion.

Mad and hairy? You wouldn’t be talkin' about me, now would ya?

No good sitting worrying about it. What's coming will come, and we'll meet it when it does.

"You all righ'?" he said gruffly.
"Yeah," said Harry.
"No, yeh're not," said Hagrid. "'Course yeh're not. But yeh will be."

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

Tiny little bloke, my dad was. By the time I was six I could lift him up an' put him on top o' the dresser if he annoyed me. Used ter make him laugh.

"Seventeen, eh!" said Hagrid as he accepted a bucket-sized glass of wine from Fred.
"Six years to the day we met, Harry, d’yeh remember it?"
"Vaguely," said Harry, grinning up at him. "Didn’t you smash down the front door, give Dudley a pig’s tail, and tell me I was a wizard?"
"I forge' the details," Hagrid chortled.

He'll accept anyone at Hogwarts, s'long as they've got the talent. Knows people can turn out okay even if their families weren'... well... all tha' respectable.

"I am not paying for some crackpot old fool to teach him magic tricks!!" yelled Uncle Vernon. Hagrid seized his pink umbrella and whirled it over his head "Never-" he thundered "-insult-Albus-Dumbledore-in-front-of-me!"

Honestly, if you were any slower, you’d be going backward.

Why so tense, Potter? My father and I have a bet, you see. I don't think you're going to last ten minutes in this tournament. He disagrees. He thinks you won't last five!

"And what will you give me in return, Severus?"
"In - in return?" Snape gaped at Dumbledore, and Harry expected him to protest, but after a long moment he said, "Anything."

The mind is a complex and many-layered thing, Potter... or at least, most minds are.

A good first impression can work wonders.

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

They run off eckeltricity, do they? Ah yes, I can see the plugs. I collect plugs.