I noticed, in my search of the park, that considerable damage seems to have been done to a very valuable Whomping Willow,” Snape went on. “That tree did more damage to us than we – ” Ron blurted out. “Silence!” snapped Snape.
The habit of secrecy was very strong in her these days.
Many years before, she had read, and recognized as true, the words of W. B. Yeats: ‘A Pity beyond all telling is hit at the heart of love’. She had smiled over the poem, and stroked the page, because she had known both that she loved Colin, and that compassion formed a huge part of her love.
Utiliza el nombre correcto para las cosas. El miedo a un nombre aumenta el miedo a la cosa que se nombra.
Draco Dormiens Nunquam Titillandus.
You sort of start thinking anything’s possible if you’ve got enough nerve.
Professor McGonagall had a way of making him feel he must have done something wrong.
Poor Crookshanks, that witch said he’d been in there for ages; no one wanted him.” “I wonder why,” said Ron sarcastically as they set off toward the Leaky Cauldron.
Can you believe our luck?” said Ron miserably, bending down to pick up Scabbers. “Of all the trees we could’ve hit, we had to get one that hits back.
They reached their familiar, circular dormitory with its five four-poster beds, and Harry, looking around, felt he was home at last.
Wordlessly, Kay stroked his arm, reflecting that she had never been able to afford to go to pieces.
He was born with a weakness he didn’t know about.
La grandeza inspira envidia, la envidia engendra rencor, el rencor produce mentiras.
I don’t think you’re a waste of space.
Those patient Hufflepuffs are true and unafraid of toil.
Now if you excuse me, I have better things to do than listen to adolescent agonizing.
Like all young people, you are quite sure that you alone feel and think, you alone recognize danger, you alone are the only one clever enough...
He thought that it was all over, finished, done with. Andrew had never yet had reason to observe the first tiny bubble of fermenting yeast, in which was contained an inevitable, alchemical transformation.
The mind is not a book, to be opened at will and examined at leisure.
You did a very noble thing, in saving Pettigrew’s life.” “But if he helps Voldemort back to power – !” “Pettigrew owes his life to you. You have sent Voldemort a deputy who is in your debt.