I make mistakes like the next man. In fact, being – forgive me – rather cleverer than most men, my mistakes tend to be correspondingly huger.
Great, tell me when you’ve defeated Voldemort for me, will you?
It unscrews the other way.
Nobody’s ever asked me to a party before, as a friend. Is that why you dyed your eyebrow, for the party? Should I do mine too?
Swish and flick.
Honestly, if you were any slower, you’d be going backward.
You will find that I will only truly have left this school when none here are loyal to me.
Everybody finished the song at different times. At last, only the Weasley twins were left singing along to a very slow funeral march.
Twilight fell: The sky turned to a light, dusky purple littered with tiny silver stars.
First sign of madness, talking to your own head.
Constant vigilance!
Twitchy little ferret, aren’t you, Malfoy?
Killing is not so easy as the innocent believe.
The idea of a teenage Dumbledore was simply odd, like trying to imagine a stupid Hermione or a friendly Blast-Ended Skrewt.
Harry: This book belongs to Harry Potter. Ron: Shared by Ron Weasley, because his fell apart. Hermione: Why don’t you buy a new one then? Ron: Write on your own book, Hermione. Hermione: You bought all those dungbombs on Saturday. You could have bought a new book instead. Ron: Dungbombs rule.
Whether you come back by page or by the big screen, Hogwarts will always be there to welcome you home.
Once again, you show all the sensitivity of a blunt axe.
We’re all going to keep fighting, Harry. You know that?
It was not, after all, so easy to die.
Finally, the truth. Lying with his face pressed into the dusty carpet of the office where he had once thought he was learning the secrets of victory, Harry understood at last that he was not supposed to survive.