In fact, when all three of them were together Harry felt like the only non-mourner at a poorly attended funeral.
But nothing I have seen in the world has supported your famous pronouncements that love is more powerful than my kind of magic, Dumbledore.” “Perhaps you have been looking in the wrong places,” suggested Dumbledore.
What would happen when he told the Dursleys he was going to live with the convict they’d seen on television?
I like a healthy breeze ’round my privates, thanks.
Mrs. Weasley set the potion down on the bedside cabinet, bent down, and put her arms around Harry. He had no memory of ever being hugged like this, as though by a mother.
Both were dressed as Muggles, though very inexpertly: The man with the watch wore a tweed suit with thigh-length galoshes; his colleague, a kilt and a poncho.
Stand up straight,” said Sirius impatiently. “Now, what are you up to?” “Kreacher is cleaning,” the elf repeated. “Kreacher lives to serve the noble house of Black – ” “ – and it’s getting blacker every day, it’s filthy,” said Sirius.
Your intentions to save Cedric were honorable, if misguided. And it does sound as if you were brave, Scorpius, and you, Albus, the lesson even your father sometimes failed to heed is that bravery doesn’t forgive stupidity. Always think. Think what’s possible.
None of your brothers caused this sort of trouble!’ Mrs Weasley raged at the twins as she slammed a fresh flagon of Butterbeer on to the table, and spilling almost as much again. ‘Bill didn’t feel the need to Apparate every few feet! Charlie didn’t charm everything he met! Percy –’ She stopped dead, catching her breath with a frightened look at her husband, whose expression was suddenly wooden.
Harry saw at once that it was a diary, and the faded year on the cover told him it was fifty years old. He opened it eagerly. On the first page he could just make out the name “T. M. Riddle” in smudged ink.
No one wants to read about some ugly old Armenian warlock, even if he did save a village from werewolves. He’d look dreadful on the front cover.
Harry, listen,” said Hermione, exchanging a look with Ron, “you must be really upset about what we heard yesterday. But the thing is, you mustn’t go doing anything stupid.” “Like what?” said Harry. “Like trying to go after Black,” said Ron sharply. Harry could tell they had rehearsed this conversation while he had been asleep. He didn’t say anything.
In fact, Harry had the most peculiar feeling that only he and Hagrid could see it. Before he could mention this, Hagrid had steered him inside.
Strange how nearsighted being invisible can make you” – said Dumbledore.
While there have been no proven referee slayings since, there have been several incidences of broom-tampering over the centuries, the most dangerous being the transformation of the referee’s broom into a Portkey, so that he or she is whisked away from the match halfway through and turns up months later in the Sahara Desert.
The Golden Snitch is walnut-sized, as was the Golden Snidget. It is bewitched to evade capture as long as possible. There is a tale that a Golden Snitch evaded capture for six months on Bodmin Moor in 1884, both teams finally giving up in disgust at their Seekers’ poor performances. Cornish wizards familiar with the area insist to this day that the Snitch is still living wild on the moor, though I have not been able to confirm this story.
Harry raised his wand, looked directly at Umbridge, and imagined her being sacked. “Expecto Patronum!
Force him to show himself,’ said Lupin. ‘If he really is a rat, it won’t hurt him.
I’d want him finished,” said Harry quietly. “And I’d want to do it.
Mr Wormtail bids Professor Snape good day, and advises him to wash his hair, the slimeball.