Which only goes to show that the best of us must sometimes eat our words,' Dumbledore went on, smiling.

J. K. Rowling

Categorized in : Sometimes Our Words Deathly Hallows

I have been careless, and so have been thwarted by luck and chance, those wreckers of all but the best laid plans.

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Vot is the point of being an international Quidditch player if al... by J. K. Rowling

Vot is the point of being an international Quidditch player if all the good-looking girls are taken?

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And now a chill settled over them where they stood, and Harry heard the rasping breath of the dementors that patrolled the outer trees. They would not affect him now. The fact of his own survival burned inside him, a talisman against them, as though his father's stag kept guardian in his heart.

heart tree father

Are — you — insane?” said Hermione in a hushed voice. 'I don't think so,' said Harry, shrugging.

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And Harry, with the unerring skill of the Seeker, caught the wand in his free hand as Voldemort fell backward, arms splayed, the slit pupils of the scarlet eyes rolling upward. Tom Riddle hit the floor with a mundane finality, his body feeble and shrunken, the white hands empty, the snakelike face vacant and unknowing. Voldemort was dead, killed by his own rebounding curse, and Harry stood with two wands in his hands, staring down at his enemy's shell.

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I have spied for you and lied for you, put myself in mortal danger for you. Everything was supposed to be to keep Lily Potter’s son safe. Now you tell me you have been raising him like a pig for slaughter —

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The hook-nosed teacher looked past Quirrell’s turban straight into Harry’s eyes — and a sharp, hot pain shot across the scar on Harry’s forehead.

pain eye teacher

He was going to be armed with his wand - which, just now, felt like nothing more than a narrow strip of wood - against a fifty-foot-high, scaly, spike-ridden, fire-breathing dragon.

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You think the dead we loved ever truly leave us? by J. K. Rowling

You think the dead we loved ever truly leave us?

harry-potter-birthday potters thinking

Just because you’re allowed to use magic now you don’t have to whip your wands out for every tiny little thing!

magic use littles

In March several of the Mandrakes threw a loud and raucous party in greenhouse three. This made Professor Sprout very happy. “The moment they start trying to move into each other’s pots, we’ll know they’re fully mature,” she told Harry.

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They were bullyin' him, Hermione, 'cause he's so small!" said Hagrid. "Small?" said Hermione. "Small?" "Hermione, I couldn't leave him," said Hagrid, tears now trickling down his bruised face into his beard. "See -- he's my brother!

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Yeah you can have a word," said Harry savagely. "Good-bye. by J. K. Rowling

Yeah you can have a word," said Harry savagely. "Good-bye.

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Draco Malfoy is a bad boy!" squeaked Dobby angrily. by J. K. Rowling

Draco Malfoy is a bad boy!" squeaked Dobby angrily.

dobby bad-boy boys

You are — truly your father’s son, Harry. . . . by J. K. Rowling

You are — truly your father’s son, Harry. . . .

black father son

Sure you can manage that broom, Potter?" said a cold, drawling voice. Draco Malfoy had arrived for a closer look, Crabbe and Goyle right behind him. "Yeah, reckon so," said Harry casually. "Got plenty of special features, hasn't it?" said Malfoy, eyes glittering maliciously. "Shame it doesn't come with a parachute - in case you get too near a Dementor." Crabbe and Goyle sniggered. "Pity you can't attach an extra arm to yours, Malfoy," said Harry. "Then it could catch the Snitch for you.

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Who's Kreacher?" "The house-elf who lives here," said Ron. "Nutter. Never met one like him." "He is not a nutter," said Hermione. "His life's ambition is to have his head cut off and stuck up on a plaque like his mother", said Ron. "Is that normal, Hermione?

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He chose the boy he thought most likely to be a danger to him," said Dumbledore. And notice this, Harry. He chose, not the pureblood (which, according to his creed, is the only kind of wizard worth being or knowing), but the half-blood, like himself. He saw himself in you before he had ever seen you, and in marking you with that scar, he did not kill you, as he intended, but gave you powers, and a future, which have fitted you to escape him not once, but four times so far — something that neither your parents, nor Neville’s parents, ever achieved.

knowing boys blood

The barman sidled toward them out of a back room. He was a grump-looking old man with a great deal of a long gray hair and a beard. He was tall and thin and looked vaguely familiar to Harry.

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Harry had the impression that even the barman was listening in. He was wiping the same glass with the filthy rag; it was becoming steadily dirtier.

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