But before he went loopy he was the life and soul of the party, said Fred. He used to down an entire bottle of firewhiskey, then run onto the dance floor, hoist up his robes, and start pulling bunches...
But I got this far, didn’t I? he said slowly. They thought I’d die in the attempt, but I’m here . . . and you’re in my power. . . . I’m the one with the wand. . . . you’re at my mercy. . .
Azkaban - , Goyle. said Malfoy, looking at him in disbelief. Honestly, if you were any slower, you'd be going backward.
At this rate, we’ll be the only ones left, Ron told Harry and Hermione. Us, Malfoy, Crabbe, and Goyle. What a jolly holiday it’s going to be.
As is a tale, so is life: not how long it is, but how good it is, is what matters.I wish you all very good lives.
As a sobbing Wood passed Harry the Cup, as he lifted it into the air, Harry felt he could have produced the world's best Patronus.
Anyway . . . we’ve decided we don’t care about getting into trouble anymore. Have you ever? asked Hermione. ’Course we have, said George. Never been expelled, have we? We’ve always known where to draw...
And when the creature spoke, it used Harry’s mouth, so that in his agony he felt his jaw move...Blinded and dying, every part of him screaming for release, Harry felt the creature use him again...
And what in the name of Merlin’s most baggy Y Fronts was that about?
And sure enough, in seeking to become superhuman this foolhardy young man renders himself inhuman. The heart that he has locked away slowly shrivels and grows hair, symbolising his own descent to beas...
Am I about to discover where you, Ron, and Hermione disappeared to while you were supposed to be in the back room of Fred and George's shop?''How did you...?''Harry, please. You're talking to the man...
Ah, go boil yer heads, both of yeh, said Hagrid. Harry — yer a wizard.
Accio Firebolt!
A tiny little wooden man [was] slowly ascending the steps to a real set of gallows, both perched on a box that read: Reusable Hangman — Spell It Or He’ll Swing!
A team of doctors had examined the bodies and had concluded that none of the Riddles had been poisoned, stabbed, shot, strangled, suffocated, or (as far as they could tell) harmed at all. In fact (the...
Yes,' said Dumbledore. 'He'll have that scar for ever.''Couldn't you do something about it, Dumbledore?''Even if I could, I wouldn't. Scars can come in useful. I have one myself above my left knee whi...
Ça ne fait pas grand bien de s’installer dans les rêves en oubliant de vivre, souviens-toi de ça.
You'd better hurry up, they'll be waiting for 'the Chosen Captain' — 'The Boy Who Scored'— whatever they call you these days.
You seem to be drowning twice, said Hermione.Oh, am I? said Ron peering down at his predictions. I'd better change one of them to getting trampled by a rampaging Hippogriff.
You did a very noble thing, in saving Pettigrew’s life. But if he helps Voldemort back to power — ! Pettigrew owes his life to you. You have sent Voldemort a deputy who is in your debt.