And now – Piertotum Locomotor!” cried Professor McGonagall.
RON: Only- friends. Funny word- friends. Not that funny. Just a word, really. Friends. Friend. Funny friend. You, my funny friend, my Hermoine. Not that- not my Hermoine, you understand- not MY Hermoine- not MINE- you know, but...
He forced himself not to break down as he remembered Dumbledore’s funeral, and the rows and rows of golden chairs, and the Minister of Magic in the front row, the recitation of Dumbledore’s achievements, the stateliness of the white marble tomb. He felt that Dobby deserved just as grand a funeral, and yet here the elf lay between bushes in a roughly dug hole.
Myrtle Elizabeth Warren – a pretty name – my name – no need for the moaning.
It does not do to dwell on dreams and forget to live, remember that. – Professor Dumbledore.
Harry, Ron, and Hermione had always known that Hagrid had an unfortunate liking for large and monstrous creatures. During their first year at Hogwarts he had tried to raise a dragon in his little wooden house, and it would be a long time before they forgot the giant, three-headed dog he’d christened “Fluffy.
Look – you upset Cho when you said you were going to meet me, so she tried to make you jealous. It was her way of trying to find out how much you liked her.” “Is that what she was doing?” said Harry as Ron dropped onto the bench opposite them and pulled every dish within reach toward himself. “Well, wouldn’t it have been easier if she’d just asked me whether I liked her better than you?” “Girls don’t often ask questions like that,” said Hermione.
I do know a few things, actually. I know you have rather backwards laws about relations with non-magic people. That you’re not mean to befriend them, that you can’t marry them, which seems mildly absurd to me.
You are blinded,” said Dumbledore, his voice rising now, the aura of power around him palpable, his eyes blazing once more, “by the love of the office you hold, Cornelius! You place too much importance, and you always have done, on the so-called purity of blood! You fail to recognize that it matters not what someone is born, but what they grow up to be!
That woman’s got it in for the Ministry of Magic!” said Percy furiously. “Last week she was saying we’re wasting our time quibbling about cauldron thickness, when we should be stamping out vampires! As if it wasn’t specifically stated in paragraph twelve of the Guidelines for the Treatment of Non-Wizard Part-Humans – ” “Do us a favor, Perce,” said Bill, yawning, “and shut up.
I will settle, in the short term,” said Dumbledore, with a bite of impatience in his voice, “for a lack of open hostility. You will shake hands. You are on the same side now. Time is short, and unless the few of us who know the truth stand united, there is no hope for any of us.
What are you doing, Potter?” said Snape coldly as ever, as he strode over to the four of them. “I’m trying to decide what curse to use on Malfoy, sir,” said Harry fiercely.
Seen the Fizzing Whizbees, Harry?” said Ron, grabbing him and leading him over to their barrel. “And the Jelly Slugs? And the Acid Pops? Fred gave me one of those when I was seven – it burnt a hole right through my tongue. I remember Mum walloping him with her broomstick.
You should have realised,” said Lupin quietly. If Voldemort didn’t kill you, we would. Goodbye, Peter.
Harry Potter set Dobby free!” “Least I could do, Dobby”, said Harry, grinning. “Just promise never to try and save my life again.
Did you put your name into the Goblet of Fire, Harry?’ Dumbledore asked calmly.
It’s the girls’ toilets!’ Harry gasped.
Hold yer hippogriffs, I haven’ finished me story yet!
RON: Then I would like to – I think I should be him. I mean, it wouldn’t be – exactly nice being Voldemort – but without wishing to blow my own trumpet – I am probably the most chilled out of all of us and... so maybe transfiguring into him – into the Dark Lord – will do less damage to me than – any of you more – intense – people.
The true master of the Elder Wand was Draco Malfoy.