Want to come to the ball with me?” Fred Weasley.
One day,” said Hermione, sounding thoroughly exasperated, “you’ll read Hogwarts: A History, and perhaps that will remind you that you can’t Apparate or Disapparate inside Hogwarts.
Because it’s probably not Ministry of Magic–approved,’ said Hermione. ‘And also,’ she added, as Harry and Ron rolled their eyes, ’because I’m starting to think this Prince character was a bit dodgy.
I’ll join you when hell freezes over,’ said Neville.
Human efforts to avoid or overcome death are always doomed to disappointment.
Like the fact that the person Sirius cared most about in the world was you,” said Dumbledore quietly. “Like the fact that you were coming to regard Sirius as a mixture of father and brother. Voldemort knew already, of course, that Sirius was in the Order, and that you knew where he was – but Kreacher’s information made him realise that the one person for whom you would go to any lengths to rescue was Sirius Black.
As he lay there, he became aware suddenly that the grounds were silent. Fawkes had stopped singing. And he knew, without knowing how he knew it, that the phoenix had gone, had left Hogwarts for good, just as Dumbledore had left the school, had left the world... had left Harry.
Listening to the news! Again?” “Well, it changes every day, you see,” said Harry.
Harry slipped down a few stairs in shock. It was packed, far more crowded than when he had last been in there. Kingsley and Lupin were looking up at him, as were Oliver Wood, Katie Bell, Angelina Johnson and Alicia Spinnet, Bill and Fleur, and Mr and Mrs Weasley.
Si deseas ver la grandeza real de un hombre, observa la forma en que trata a sus inferiores, no a sus iguales.
The only people who can see thestrals,” she said, “are people who have seen death.
He did not look at Mrs Weasley. He had been touched by what she had said about his being as good as a son, but he was also impatient with her mollycoddling. Sirius was right, he was not a child.
You alone know whether it will harm your soul to help an old man avoid pain and humiliation,” said Dumbledore.
You, yourself, will never rest until you’ve tried!
Do not pity the dead, Harry. Pity the living, and, above all, those who live without love. By returning, you may ensure that fewer souls are maimed, fewer families are torn apart. If that seems to you a worthy goal, then we say good-bye for the present.
They were there, both of them, sitting outside Florean Fortescue’s Ice Cream Parlor – Ron looking incredibly freckly, Hermione very brown, both waving frantically at him.
If you wanted to explore the castle forever and ever, you’d need to get hold of the Philosopher’s Stone.
A simple and heart-warming fable, one might think – in which case, one would reveal oneself to be an innocent nincompoop.
How about these?” said Ron, shoving a jar of Cockroach Clusters under Hermione’s nose. “Definitely not,” said Harry. Ron nearly dropped the jar. “Harry!” squealed Hermione.
There’s a silence. A perfect, profound, silence. One that sits low, twists a bit, and has damage within it.