Every hour that passed added to her grief, because it bore her further away from the living man, and because it was a tiny foretaste of the eternity she would have to spend without him....

It’s just hard,” Harry said finally, in a low voice, “to realize he won’t write me again

I’m hoping to do some good in the world!

If you want to know what a man’s like, take a good look at how he treats his inferiors, not his equals.

—¡Oh, bravo! Oh, sí, oh, muy bien. Bien, bien, bien… Qué curioso… Realmente qué curioso…—Perdón —dijo Harry—. Pero, ,qué es tan curioso?—Recuerdo cada varita que he vendido, Harry Potter. Cada una de las varitas. Y...

He thought that it was all over, finished, done with. Andrew had never yet had reason to observe the first tiny bubble of fermenting yeast, in which was contained an inevitable, alchemical transformation.

Oh, very good,’ interrupted Snape, his lip curling. ‘Yes, it is easy to see that nearly six years of magical education have not been wasted on you, Potter. ‘Ghosts are transparent.

Oh well spotted,” she said acidly.

It was as though they had been plunged into a fabulous dream. This, thought Harry, was surely the only way to travel — past swirls and turrets of snowy cloud, in a car full of...

I’m a what?” gasped Harry.”A wizard, o’ course,” said Hagrid, sitting back down on the sofa, which groaned and sank even lower, “an’ a thumpin’ good’un I’d say, once yeh’ve been trained up a bit....

¡Bienvenidos!-dijo-.¡Bienvenidos a un año nuevo en Hogwarts! Antes de comenzar nuestro banquete, quiero deciros unas pocas palabras. Y aquí están, ¡Papanatas! ¡Llorones! ¡Baratijas! ¡Pellizco!…¡Muchas gracias!

You foul, lying, evil little cockroach!

So then I thought, I’d like you to have something to remember me by, you know, if you ever meet some veela when you’re off doing whatever you’re doing.’I think dating opportunities are going to...

Harry, don’t go picking a row with Malfoy, don’t forget, he’s a prefect now, he could make life difficult for you…””Wow, I wonder what it’d be like to have a difficult life?” said Harry sarcastically.

Fred, you next,” the plump woman said. “I’m not Fred, I’m George,” said the boy. “Honestly, woman, you call yourself our mother? Can’t you tell I’m George?” “Sorry, George, dear.” “Only joking, I am Fred,”...

No, thanks,” said Harry. “The toilet’s never had anything as horrible as your head down it— it might be sick.” Then he ran, before Dudley could work out what he’d said.

There are some things you can’t share without ending up liking each other, and knocking out a twelve-foot mountain troll is one of them.

Right, sorry. Go on.

At least my happiness doesn’t depend on Ron’s goalkeeping ability.

Then you should have died!!! Died! Rather than betray your friends as we would have done for you!!!

Harry―yer a wizard.

I enjoyed the meetings, too. It was like having friends.

The wand picks you, you don’t pick the wand.

You might never fail on the scale I did, but some failure in life is inevitable. It is impossible to live without failing at something, unless you live so cautiously that you might as well...

No story lives unless someone wants to listen. So thank you, all of you.

I don’t go looking for trouble. Trouble usually finds me.

A giant! A giant in the forest! And we’re supposed to give him English lessons! Always assuming, of course, we can get past the herd of murderous centaurs on the way in and out! I...

you’ve got strengths if I say you’ve got them.

Have you ever seen anything quite as pathetic?” said Malfoy. “And he’s supposed to be our teacher!”Harry and Ron both made furious moves toward Malfoy, but Hermione got there first – SMACK!She had slapped Malfoy...

Oh you is a bad elf, Dobby!

and lucky Harry doesn’t lose his head in a crisis — ‘there’s no wood,’ honestly.

Alors, Hermione, tu admires toujours autant Lockhart, maintenant? dit Ron à travers le rideau. Si Harry avait eu envie d’être transformé en mollusque, il l’aurait demandé.Tout le monde peut commettre des erreurs, répondit Hermione. D’ailleurs,...

For our Hogwarts is in danger from external, deadly foesAnd we must unite inside her or we’ll crumble from within

Harry dreamed he was back in the DA room. Cho was accusing him of luring her there under false pretences; she said he had promised her a hundred and fifty Chocolate Frog Cards if she...

Is it true that you shouted at Professor Umbridge?””Yes.””You called her a liar?””Yes.””You told her He Who Must Not Be Named is back?””Yes.””Have a biscuit, Potter.

How’re we getting to King’s Cross tomorrow, Dad?” asked Fred as they dug into a sumptuous pudding.”The Ministry’s providing a couple of cars,” said Mr. Weasley.Everyone looked up at him.”Why?” said Percy curiously.”It’s because of...

Which way did they go, Peeves?” Filch was saying. “Quick, tell me.” “Say ‘please.'” “Don’t mess with me, Peeves, now where did they go?” “Shan’t say nothing if you don’t say please,” said Peeves in...

but you, unlike me, are a git.

Hope springs forever.

If she could have died…if she could have disappeared forever…but the solid surface of things refused to dissolve around her, and her body, her hateful hermaphrodite’s body, continued in its stubborn, lumpen way, to live…

His priority did not seem to be to teach them what he knew, but rather to impress upon them that nothing, not even… knowledge, was foolproof.

I had a dream about a motorcycle,” said Harry, remembering suddenly. “It was flying.”Uncle Vernon nearly crashed into the car in front. He turned right around in his seat and yelled at Harry, his face...

Harry… take my body back, will you? Take my body back to my parents…

There was no waking from this nightmare, no comforting whisper in the dark that he was safe really, that it was all in his imagination; the last and greatest of his protectors had died, and...

You do care, you feel as though you will bleed to death with the pain of it all.

Play to your strengths.””I haven’t got any,” said Harry, before he could stop himself.”Excuse me,” growled Moody, “you’ve got strengths if I say you’ve got them. Think now. What are you best at?

He had grown used to the idea that Dumbledore could solve anything.

What happened down in the dungeons between you and Professor Quirrell is a complete secret, so, naturally the whole school knows.

DUMBLEDORE’S ARMY, STILL RECRUITING.

Your father is alive in you, Harry, and shows himself most plainly when you need of him. How else could you produce that particular Patronus? Prongs rode again last night.