The words came out before Harry had quite got his tongue around them.Wangoballwime?Sorry? said Cho.D’you — d’you want to go to the ball with me? said Harry. Why did he have to go red now?
The sight of a tree at night full of glowing Clabbert lifestyles, while decorative, attracted too many Muggles wishing to ask why their neighbours still had their Christmas lights up in June.
The mind is not a book, to be opened at will and examined at leisure. Thoughts are not etched on the inside of skulls, to be perused by an invader. The mind is a complex and many-layered thing.
The difficult thing, the glorious thing, was to be who you really were, even if that person was cruel or dangerous, particularly if cruel and dangerous. There was courage in not disguising the animal...
The Patronus is a kind of positive force, a projection of the very things that the dementor feeds upon — hope, happiness, the desire to survive — but it cannot feel despair, as real humans can, so the...
The Forbidden Forest looked as though it had been enchanted, each tree smattered with silver, and Hagrid's cabin looked like an iced cake.
That which Voldemort does not value, he takes no trouble to comprehend. Of house-elves and children’s tales, of love, loyalty, and innocence, Voldemort knows and understands nothing. . That they all h...
That wand’s more trouble than it’s worth, said Harry. And quite honestly, he turned away from the painted portraits, thinking now only of the four-poster bed lying waiting for him in Gryffindor Tower,...
Tessa was convinced that it was a lie, and also that everything she had done in her life, telling herself that it was for the best, had been no more than blind selfishness, generating confusion and me...
Sukhvinder wished that she could be more like Krystal: funny and tough; impossible to intimidate; always coming out fighting.
Someone laughed behind Harry. Turning, he saw Fred, George, and Lee Jordan hurrying down the staircase, all three of them looking extremely excited. Done it, Fred said in a triumphant whisper to Harry...
Some of the books the Ministry’s confiscated — Dad’s told me — there was one that burned your eyes out. And everyone who read spoke in limericks for the rest of their lives. And some old witch in Bat...
So...you lot got dates for the ball yet?Nope, said Ron.Well, you'd better hurry up mate, or all the good ones will be gone, said Fred.
So the boy…the boy must die? asked Snape quite calmly.And Voldemort himself must do it, Severus. That is essential.Another long silence. Then Snape said, I thought…all these years…that we were protect...
So after E, it’s A for ‘Acceptable,’ and that’s the last pass grade, isn’t it?Yep, said Fred, dunking an entire roll in his soup, transferring it to his mouth, and swallowing it whole. Then you get P...
Really Hagrid, if you are holding out for universal popularity, I'm afraid you will be in this cabin for a very long time
Raindrops the size of bullets thundered on the castle windows for days on end; the lake rose, the flower beds turned into muddy streams, and Hagrid’s pumpkins swelled to the size of garden sheds.
Professor Severus Snape was Harry’s least favorite teacher. Harry also happened to be Snape’s least favorite student.
Poor Crookshanks, that witch said he’d been in there for ages; no one wanted him. I wonder why, said Ron sarcastically as they set off toward the Leaky Cauldron.
Parminder kept her unwept tears locked tightly inside where they seemed to undergo an alchemical transformation, returning to the outer world as lava slides of rage.