Draco Malfoy: Think my name's funny, do you? No need to ask yours. Red hair... and a hand-me-down robe. You must be a Weasley.
Ron: [looking for information about Nicholas Flamell] We've looked a hundred times. Hermione: [leaning closer] Not in the restricted section. Happy Christmas.
Aunt Petunia burst into tears. Hestia Jones gave her an approving look that changed to outrage as Aunt Petunia ran forward and embraced Dudley rather than Harry. 'S-so sweet, Dudders...' she sobbed into his massive chest. 'S-such a lovely b-boy...s-s...
Don't let Ron see what's on those Slytherin's badges," she whispered urgently. Harry looked questioningly at her, but she shook her head warningly; Ron had just ambled over to them, looking lost and desparate. "Good luck, Ron," said Hermione, standin...
Hermione: Beautiful day. Ron: Gorgeous. Unless of course you've been ripped to pieces. Harry: Ripped to pieces? What are you talking about? Hermione: Ronald has lost his rat. Ron: I haven't lost anything! Your cat killed him! Hermione: Rubbish! Ron: ...
Uncle Vernon: He will not be going, I tell you! We swore when we took him in we'd put a stop to all this rubbish! Harry: You knew? You knew all along and you never told me? Aunt Petunia: Of course we knew. How could you not be? My perfect sister bein...
Professor Lupin: Come in. Now, I haven't the faintest idea Harry how this map came to be in your possession, quite frankly I am astounded that you didn't hand it in. Did it never occur to you that this in the hands of Sirius Black is a map to you? Ha...
[the Trio sits around the fireplace in the Gryffindor Common Room, digesting the murder of Barty Crouch, Sr. that has just taken place] Ron: They'll cover this up, you watch. Fudge'll sell his soul before this gets out in the Daily Prophet. Harry: Bu...
Professor McGonagall: This can't go on Albus. First the dark mark, now this? Dumbledore: What do you suggest Minerva? Professor McGonagall: Put an end to it! Don't let Potter compete! Dumbledore: You heard Barty. The rules are clear. Professor McGona...
You know how I think they choose people for Gryffindor team?" said Malfoy loudly a few minutes later, as Snape awarded Hufflepuff another penalty for now reason at all. "It's people they feel sorry for. See, there's Potter, who's got no parents, then...
This is the power of myth: that we can experience invisible spiritual realities and truths greater than visible, material things in story form.
I read the 'Harry Potter' books as I was writing my own books, and I love them, but I don't think Harry was very much like I was as a kid. He's always brave, and he's perfect in a lot of ways.
You think the dead we love ever truly leave us? You think that we don't recall them more clearly than ever in times of great trouble?
No,” said Hermione shortly. “Have either of you seen my copy of ?” “Oh, yeah, I borrowed it for a bit of bedtime reading,” said Ron, but very quietly.
Karakarof spat onto the ground at Dumbledore's feet. In one swift movement, Hagrid seized the front of Karkaroff's furs, lifted him into the air, and slammed him against a nearby tree.
Wild!" Ron said, twiddling the replay knob on the side. "I can make that old bloke down there pick his nose again... and again... and again...
But Ron was staring at Hermione as though suddenly seeing her in a whole new light. “Hermione, Neville’s right — you a girl. . . .” “Oh well spotted,” she said acidly.
What are we doing here? Has something gone wrong?” “Oh no, Ron,” came Fred’s voice, very sarcastically. “No, this is exactly where we wanted to end up.
Then she was kissing him as she had never kissed him before...and it was blissful oblivion, better than firewhisky; she was the only real thing in the world.
Voldemort is playing a very clever game. Declaring himself might have provoked open rebellion. Remaining masked has created confusion, uncertainty, and fear.
Her voice was now so shrill only bats would be able to hear it soon, but she had reached a level of indignation that rendered her temporarily speechless..
