Autumn seemed to arrive suddenly that year. The morning of the first September was crisp and golden as an apple.
We won't be seeing you,' Fred told Professor Umbridge, swinging his leg over his broomstick.'Yeah, don't bother to keep in touch,' said George, mounting his own. Fred looked around at the assembled st...
The forest hides many secrets.
Sirius was a brave, clever, and energetic man, and such men are not usually content to sit at home in hiding while they believe others to be in danger.
We've got it [Percy's Head Boy badge], Fred whispered to Harry. We're improving it. The badge now read .
Draco Dormiens Nunquam Titillandus[]
Daddy's gone mad, hasn't he?
But from that moment on, Hermione Granger became their friend. Because there are somethings you can't go through in life and become friends, and knocking out a twelve-foot mountain troll is one of the...
Why do you live?Because I have something worth living for.
I was ripped from my body, I was less than spirit, less than the meanest ghost . . . but still, I was alive.
I thought it sounded a bit like Percy singing... maybe you've got to attack him while he's in the shower, Harry.
For a split second, Harry thought how absurd it was for Tonks to expect the dummy to hear her talking that quietly through a sheet of glass, when there were buses rumbling along behind her and all the...
Demi persahabatan! Demi kebaikan hati! Demi sepuluh Galleon per helai rambut-!
Scrimgeour: It's time you learned some respect! Harry: It's time you earned it.
Listen, Harr,y can I have a go on it? Can I?I don't think anyone should ride that broom just yet! said Hermoine shrilly.Harry and Ron looked at her.What d'you think Harry's going to do with it - sweep...
Myrtle goggled at them.You're alive, she said blankly to Harry.There's no need to sound so disappointed, he said grimly...Oh, well... I'd just be thinking... if you had died, you'd have been welcome t...
My Head of House said I lacked certain necessary qualities...like the ability to behave myself.
He has never wanted to occupy the throne himself; he prefers the back seat - more room to spread out, you see.
Potter, you can skin Malfoy's shrivelfig...
There, she said softly. Now he could be sleeping.