Your devotion is nothing more than cowardice. You would not be here if you had anywhere else to go.
If you’re not in Gryffindor, we’ll disinherit you,” said Ron, “but no pressure.
Prongs rode again last night... You know, Harry, in a way, you did see your father last night... You found him inside yourself.
You think the dead we loved ever truly leave us? You think that we don’t recall them more clearly than ever in times of great trouble? Your father is alive in you, Harry, and shows himself plainly when you have need of him.
The trouble is, the other side can do magic too, Prime Minister.
Yeah, she shows signs of life if you do this,” said Ron, and with his tongue he made soft clip-flopping noises. Umbridge sat bolt upright, looking wildly around.
Hallows, not Horcruxes.
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?