Fancy seeing you here, Professor McGonagall.
What’ve we got this afternoon?” said Harry, hastily changing the subject. “Defense Against the Dark Arts,” said Hermione at once. “Why,” demanded Ron, seizing her schedule, “have you outlined all Lockhart’s lessons in little hearts?” Hermione snatched the schedule back, blushing furiously.
Professor Sprout awarded Gryffindor twenty points when Harry passed her a watering can;.
To think that people had years and years, time to waste, so much time it dragged, and he was clinging to each second.
It gave him an odd empty feeling to remember those times; it was like remembering a younger brother whom he had lost.
Well, if you don’t like it, you know what the solution is, don’t you?” yelled Hermione; her hair was coming down out of its elegant bun now, and her face was screwed up in anger. “Oh yeah?” Ron yelled back. “What’s that?” “Next time there’s a ball, ask me before someone else does, and not as a last resort!
Harry was watching the painting.
Harry put his quill between his teeth and reached underneath his pillow for his ink bottle and a roll of parchment. Slowly and very carefully he unscrewed the ink bottle, dipped his quill into it, and began to write, pausing every now and then to listen, because if any of the Dursleys heard the scratching of his quill on their way to the bathroom, he’d probably find himself locked in the cupboard under the stairs for the rest of the summer. The.
An initial attraction, and then a mutual quest for experience, the wand learning from the wizard, the wizard from the wand.
I am the creature you have not seen. I am you. I am me. The echo unforseen. Sometimes in front, sometimes behind. A constant companion, for we are entwined.
That Potter lives is due more to my errors than to his triumphs.
What did you say to one another at the end of sixteen years’ solid dislike?
You don’t seem to need many qualifications to liaise with Muggles; all they want is an OWL in Muggle Studies. ″Much more important is your enthusiasm, patience and a good sense of fun.″ – ″You’d need more than a good sense of fun to liaise with my uncle″, said Harry darkly .″Good sense of when to duck more like.
He cleared his throat. “Sunshine, daisies, butter mellow, Turn this stupid, fat rat yellow.
It’s what they call it when they suck the soul out of your mouth.
When I’m really stressed or overwhelmed I turn to biographies of people who’ve led turbulent lives. I feel it soothing and inspiring to read about people who’ve endured and overcome.
Albus Dumbledore was never proud or vain; he could find something to value in anyone, however apparently insignificant or wretched, and I believe that his early losses endowed him with great humanity and sympathy.
Now, Ron, have you cleaned out your room yet?” “Why?” exclaimed Ron, slamming his spoon down and glaring at his mother. “Why does my room have to be cleaned out? Harry and I are fine with it the way it is!” “We are holding your brother’s wedding here in a few days’ time, young man – ” “And are they getting married in my bedroom?” asked Ron furiously. “No! So why in the name of Merlin’s saggy left –.
I urge you to speak to Dolores Umbridge, a really delightful woman, who I know will be only too happy to advise you.
Mrs. Weasley was telling Hermione and Ginny about a love potion she’d made as a young girl. All.