Ron’s eyebrows rose so high that they were in danger of disappearing into his hair.
The narrow path had opened up suddenly onto the edge of a great black lake. Perched atop a high mountain on the other side, its windows sparkling in the starry sky, was a vast castle with many turrets and towers.
What would your head have been doing in Hogsmeade, Potter?” said Snape softly. “Your head is not allowed in Hogsmeade. No part of your body has permission to be in Hogsmeade.
But Snape always seemed to hate me so much.
No – no – no!” someone was shouting. “No! Fred! No!” And Percy was shaking his brother, and Ron was kneeling beside them, and Fred’s eyes stared without seeing, the ghost of his last laugh still etched upon his face.
Directly above them, framed in the doorway from the Brain Room, stood Albus Dumbledore, his wand aloft, his face white and furious. Harry felt a kind of electric charge surge through every particle of his body – they were saved.
Young people are so infernally convinced that they are absolutely right about everything.
The Prophet is bound to report the truth occasionally,′ said Dumbledore, ’if only accidentally.
What are Fred and I? Next door neighbors?
Merlin’s beard, what is Xenophilius Lovegood wearing? He looks like an omelet.
Assuming I survive our hunt for the Horcruxes, I’ll find Mum and Dad and lift the enchantment. If I don’t – well, I think I’ve cast a good enough charm to keep them safe and happy. Wendell and Monica Wilkins don’t know that they’ve got a daughter, you see.
I hate being poor.
Well, think back,” said Harry. “Have you ever let it slip that you’d like to go out in public with the words ‘My Sweetheart’ round your neck?
And what in the name of Merlin’s most baggy Y Fronts was that about?
The fridge had been emptied of all Dudley’s favorite things – fizzy drinks and cakes, chocolate bars and burgers – and filled instead with fruit and vegetables and the sorts of things that Uncle Vernon called “rabbit food.
Of course not,” said Hermione. “Everything we need is here on this paper.
I will be sharing additional information I’ve been hoarding for years about the world of Harry Potter.
Wotcher, Harry!
I had an American journalist say to me, “Is it true you wrote the whole of the first novel on napkins?” I was tempted to say, “On teabags, I used to save them.
A week after Fred and George’s departure, 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.