Harry and Hermione are very platonic friends. But I won’t answer for anyone else, nudge-nudge wink-wink!
You’re a wizard, Harry.
I love magic!
Ah, Harry, how often this happens, even between the best of friends! Each of us believes that what he has to say is much more important than anything the other might have to contribute!
I don’t think you should be an Auror, Harry,” said Luna unexpectedly. Everybody looked at her. “The Aurors are part of the Rotfang Conspiracy, I thought everyone knew that. They’re working to bring down the Ministry of Magic from within using a mixture of dark magic and gum disease.
Well you seemed too busy to call him a prat and I thought someone should.
The consequences of our actions are always so complicated, so diverse, that predicting the future is a very difficult business indeed.
I believe your friends Misters Fred and George Weasley were responsible for trying to send you a toilet seat. No doubt they thought it would amuse you.
You are the true master of death, because the true master does not seek to run away from Death. He accepts that be must die, and understands that there are far, far worse things in the living world than dying.
You must accept the reality of other people. You think that reality is up for negotiation, that we think it’s whatever you say it is. You must accept that we are as real as you are; you must accept that you are not God.
Welcome to a new year at Hogwarts! Before we begin our banquet, I would like to say a few words. And here they are: Nitwit! Blubber! Oddment! Tweak!
From this point forth, we shall be leaving the firm foundation of fact and journeying together through the murky marshes of memory into thickets of wildest guesswork.
You are protected, in short, by your ability to love!
Words are, in my not-so-humble opinion, our most inexhaustible source of magic. Capable of both inflicting injury, and remedying it.
His eyes are as green as a fresh pickled toad, His hair is as dark as a blackboard. I wish he were mine, he’s really divine, The hero who conquered the Dark Lord.
Listeners, that brings us to the end of another Potterwatch. We don’t know when it will be possible to broadcast again, but you can be sure we shall be back. Keep twiddling those dials: the next password will be ‘Mad-Eye.’ Keep each other safe. Keep faith. Good night.
What’s most important in a friendship? Tolerance and loyalty.
I open at the close.
They’re evacuating the younger kids and everyone’s meeting in the Great Hall to get organized. We’re fighting.
Popularity is the one insult I have never suffered.