We do not need magic to change the world, we carry all the power we need inside ourselves already: we have the power to imagine better.

We’ve all got both light and dark inside us. What matters is the part we choose to act on. That’s who we really are.

He never seemed to grasp the immense mutability of human nature, nor to appreciate that behind every nondescript face lay a wild and unique hinterland like his own.

Just because it’s taken you three years to notice, Ron, doesn’t mean no one else has spotted I’m a girl!

Come, daddy, Harry doesn’t want to talk to us right now. He’s just to polite to say it”~Luna Lovegood

Harry was left to ponder in silence the depths to which girls would sink to get revenge.

Those who choose not to empathise enable real monsters. For without ever committing an act of outright evil ourselves, we collude with it, through our own apathy.

Ron’s indignation on his behalf was worth about a hundred points to him.

I think so,’ said Professor McGonagall dryly, ‘we teachers are rather good at magic, you know.

You weren’t being thick after all — you were showing moral fiber!

Okay,” said Harry, staring at it, “Pear Drop. Er – Licorice Wand. Fizzing Whizbee. Drooble’s Best Blowing Gum. Bertie Bott’s Every Flavor Beans… oh no, he doesn’t like them, does he?… oh just open, can’t...

Der Schmerz, den wir alle über diesen Verlust empfinden, erinnert mich, erinnert uns, daran, dass, obgleich wir von verschiedenen Orten kommen und verschiedene Sprachen sprechen, unsere Herzen gemeinsam schlagen. Im Licht der jüngsten Ereignisse sind...

Once again, you show all the sensitivity of a blunt axe.

How do you feel, Georgie?” whispered Mrs. Weasley.George’s fingers groped for the side of his head.”Saintlike,” he murmured.”What’s wrong with him?” croaked Fred, looking terrified. “Is his mind affected?””Saintlike,” repeated George, opening his eyes and...

Don’t talk to your mother like that.

Ask us no questions and we’ll tell you no lies.

Harry, you wonderful boy, you brave, brave man.

That’s enough, Phineas,” said Dumbledore.

You’re the one who is weak. You will never know love or friendship. And I feel sorry for you.

Oh, these people’s minds work in strange ways, Petunia, they’re not like you and me,” said Uncle Vernon, trying to knock in a nail with the piece of fruitcake Aunt Petunia had just brought him.

The mind is not a book, to be opened at will and examined at leisure.

He hurried to car and set off home, hoping he was imagining things, which he had never hoped before, because he didn’t approve of imagination.

Gerremoffme!” he yelled, but with one last look of vindictive fury, Hermione wrenched open the door and disappeared through it. Harry thought he heard a sob before it slammed.

Well, I’m sure you’ll find someone somewhere who’ll have you.

Just because you have the emotional range of a teaspoon doesn’t mean we all have.

It was a shame, but as Ron said, you couldn’t have everything in life..

Parvati positively beamed. Harry could tell that she was feeling guilty for having laughed at Hermione in Transfiguration. He looked around and saw that Hermione was beaming back, if possible even more brightly. Girls were...

It was surely one thing to respect the Dark Arts as a dangerous enemy, another to speak of them with a loving caress in his voice?

He sounds exactly like Moody,” said Harry quietly, tucking the letter away again inside his robes. “‘Constant vigilance!’ You’d think I walk around with my eyes shut, banging off the walls….

As far as informing the headmaster, Harry had no idea where Dumbledore went during the summer holidays. He amused himself for a moment, picturing Dumbledore, with his long silver beard, full-length wizard’s robes, and pointed...

Perhaps you have been looking in the wrong places.

Fred, George, Harry, and Ron were the only ones who knew that the angel on top of the tree was actually a garden gnome that had bitten Fred on the ankle as he pulled up...

And then he heard Mad-Eye Moody’s voice, echoing in some distant chamber of his empty brain: Jump onto the desk . . . jump onto the desk. . . .Harry bent his knees obediently, preparing...

After all this time?””Always…

I hope you’re pleased with yourselves. We could all have been killed – or worse, expelled. Now if you don’t mind, I’m going to bed.

The mind is a complex and many-layered thing, Potter… or at least, most minds are…

I WILL NOT TOLERATE MENTION OF YOUR ABNORMALITY UNDER THIS ROOF!

The mistake ninety-nine percent of humanity made, as far as Fats could see, was being ashamed of what they were; lying about it, trying to be somebody else.

Avada Kedavra!”A jet of green light shot from the end of Snape’s wand and hit Dumbledore squarely in the chest. Harry’s scream of horror never left him; silent and unmoving, he was forced to watch...

Why would I go looking for someone I know wants to kill me?

An intense cold swept over them all. Harry felt his own breath catch in his chest. The cold went deeper than his skin. It was inside his chest, it was inside his very heart. ....

My own brother, Aberforth, was prosecuted for practicing inappropriate charms on a goat. It was all over the papers, but did Aberforth hide? No, he did not! He held his head high and went about...

The last words Albus Dumbledore spoke to the pair of us?’ Harry is the best hope we have. Trust him.

Hermione: You! You foul loathsome evil little cockroach!

A Hagrid, le confiaría mi vida-dijo Dumbledore.

SO WHAT” Harry shouted. “Don’t you understand? If Snape gets hold of the Stone, Voldemort’s coming back! Haven’t you heard what it was like when he was trying to take over? There won’t be any...

Honestly, if you were any slower, you’d be going backward.

I have a real issue with anyone trying to protect children from their own imaginations. If we cannot acknowledge that a lot of us have a bit of darkness within ourselves, some more than others...

And tears came before he could stop them, boiling hot then instantly freezing on his face, and what was the point in wiping them off? Or pretending? He let them fall.

The ministry has fallen. Scrimgeour is dead. They are coming.