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

And his knowledge remained woefully incomplete, Harry! 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. Nothing. That they all have a power beyond his own, a power beyond the reach of any magic, is a truth he has never grasped.

loyalty house children

Christmas was coming. One morning in mid-December, Hogwarts woke to find itself covered in several feet of snow. The lake froze solid and the Weasley twins were punished for bewitching several snowballs so that they followed Quirrell around, bouncing off the back of his turban.

lakes feet morning

Yeah, but coming from Dudley that's like "I love you. by J. K. Rowling

Yeah, but coming from Dudley that's like "I love you.

dudley-dursley yeah love-you

Or yet in wise old Ravenclaw, if you've a ready mind, Where those of wit and learning, Will always find their kind.

gryffindor wise mind

We Slytherins are brave, yes, but not stupid. For instance, given the choice, we will always choose to save our own necks.

choices stupid brave

Get off me,” Harry spat, throwing Pettigrew’s hands off him in disgust. “I’m not doing this for you. I’m doing it because — I don’t reckon my dad would’ve wanted them to become killers — just for you.

killers dad hands

You’ll soon find out some wizarding families are much better than others, Potter. You don’t want to go making friends with the wrong sort. I can help you there.” He held out his hand to shake Harry’s, but Harry didn’t take it. “I think I can tell who the wrong sort are for myself, thanks,” he said coolly.

want hands thinking

How thick can you get? by J. K. Rowling

How thick can you get?

thick

Friday was an important day for Harry and Ron. They finally managed to find their way down to the Great Hall without getting lost once.

getting-lost friday important

I remember every wand I’ve ever sold, Mr. Potter. Every single wand. It so happens that the phoenix whose tail feather is in your wand, gave another feather — just one other. It is very curious indeed that you should be destined for this wand when its brother — why, its brother gave you that scar.

phoenix brother tails

There,” she said softly. “Now he could be sleeping. by J. K. Rowling

There,” she said softly. “Now he could be sleeping.

dobby hermione sleep

Yeah,' said Ron. 'Could've been worse. Remember those birds she set on me?' 'I still haven't ruled it out,' came Hermione's muffled voice from beneath her blankets, but Harry saw Ron smiling slightly as he pulled his maroon pajamas out of his rucksack.

saws voice bird

You could be great, you know, it’s all here in your head, and Slytherin will help you on the way to greatness, no doubt about that.

greatness doubt way

Crackers!” said Dumbledore enthusiastically, offering the end of a large silver noisemaker to Snape, who took it reluctantly.

silver offering ends

Aha! What villains are these, that trespass upon my private lands! Come to scorn at my fall, perchance? Draw, you knaves, you dogs!

land dog fall

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 beasthood.

hair heart men

Professor Flitwick had dried himself off and set Seamus lines ("I am a wizard not a baboon brandishing a stick")

wizards lines sticks

We'll send you a Hogwarts toilet seat! by J. K. Rowling

We'll send you a Hogwarts toilet seat!

hogwarts toilet-seat toilets

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. With a mum an' dad like yours, what else would yeh be?

wizards dad sitting

My readers have to work with me to create the experience. They have to bring their imaginations to the story. No one sees a book in the same way, no one sees the characters the same way. As a reader you imagine them in your own mind. So, together, as author and reader, we have both created the story.

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