Seconds later, or so it seemed to.
But a reckless rage had come over Harry. He kicked his trunk open, pulled out his wand, and pointed it at Uncle Vernon.
Was this normal cat behavior, Mr. Dursley wondered.
Chocolate in the library!” she screamed. “Out – out – OUT!” And whipping out her wand, she caused Harry’s books, bag, and ink bottle to chase him and Ginny from the library, whacking them repeatedly over the head as they ran.
But there can’t be anything worse than the Avada Kedavra curse, can there?” said Ron. “What’s worse than death?
Percy, who was looking immensely.
It seemed that Dudley was struggling with concepts too difficult to put into words. After several moments of apparently painful internal struggle he said, “But where’s he going to go?
Never before had he been able to get up whenever he wanted or eat whatever he fancied. He could even go wherever he liked, as long as it was in Diagon Alley, and as this long cobbled street was packed with the most fascinating wizarding shops in the world, Harry felt no desire to break his word to Fudge.
Is that where –?’ whispered Professor McGonagall. ‘Yes,’ said Dumbledore. ‘He’ll have that scar for ever.’ ‘Couldn’t you do something about it, Dumbledore?’ ‘Even if I could, I wouldn’t. Scars can come in useful. I have one myself above my left knee which is a perfect map of the London Underground.
Every drop of magical blood spilled is a loss and a waste.
Dudley came waddling down the hall, his blond hair plastered flat to his fat head, a bow tie just visible under his many chins.
Tut, tut, tut. Naughty, naughty, you’ll get caughty.
He was a big, beefy man with hardly any neck, although he did have a very large moustache.
Is it true that you shouted at Professor Umbridge?” “Yes,” said Harry. “You called her a liar?” “Yes.” “You told her He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named is back?” “Yes.” Professor McGonagall sat down behind her desk, frowning at Harry. Then she said, “Have a biscuit, Potter.
He fears the dead. He does not love.
The three witches and the knight set off down the hill together, arm in arm, and all four led long and happy lives, and none of them ever knew or suspected that the Fountain’s waters carried no enchantment at all.
Natalie!” joined the Gryffindor table.
Five more points from Gryffindor for being an insufferable know-it-all.
It’s a lame trick. Everyone enjoys its lameness.
Lupin was wearing an odd expression as he looked at Harry: it was close to pitying. ‘You think I’m a fool?’ demanded Harry. ‘No, I think you’re like James,’ said Lupin, ’who would have regarded it as the height of dishonour to mistrust his friends.