Would it hurt to die? All those times he had thought it was about to happen and escaped, he had never really thought of the thing itself: his will to live had always been so much stronger than his fear of death.
He felt that he was still groping in the dark; he had chosen his path but kept looking back, wondering whether he had misread the signs, whether he should not have taken the other way.
Running at Ron, she flung them around his neck and kissed him full on the mouth. Ron threw away the fangs and broomstick he was holding and responded with such enthusiasm that he lifted Hermione off her feet.
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 he was more alone than he had ever been.
And it’s Johnson, Johnson with the Quaffle, what a player that girl is, I’ve been saying it for years but she still won’t go out with me —' 'JORDAN!' yelled Professor McGonagall. 'Just a fun fact, Professor, adds a bit of interest —
When we come face-to-face with one down a dark alley, we're going to be having a shufti to see if it's solid, aren't we, we're not going to be asking, 'Excuse me, are you the imprint of a departed soul?
What do I care how 'e looks? I am good-looking enough for both of us, I theenk! All these scars show is zat my husband is brave!
I know what you are known as . . . but to me, you will always be Tom Riddle. It is one of the irritating things about old teachers. I am afraid that they never quite forget their charges’ youthful beginnings.
Not every change is an improvement but every improvement is a change; you can't do anything BETTER unless you can manage to do it DIFFERENTLY, you've got to let yourself do better than other people!
And I must draft an advertisement for the Daily Prophet, too,' he added thoughtfully. 'We'll be needing a new Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher.... Dear me, we do seem to run through them, don't we?
Ce qu'il voyait dépasser de sa manche ressemblait à un gros gant en caoutchouc, couleur chair. Il essayer de remuer ses doigts, mais rien ne se produisit. Lockhart n'avait pas ressoudé les os. Il les avait fait disparaître.
Ginny!" said Mr. Weasley, flabbergasted. "Haven't I taught you anything? What have I always told you? Never trust anything that can think for itself if you can't see where it keeps its brain?
Hermione: Ow! That looks really painful. Ron: So painful. They... they might chop it. Hermione: I'm sure Madame Pomfrey can fix it in a heartbeat. Ron: It's too late. It's ruined. It'll have to chopped off.
Hermione: It's meant to be the most haunted building in Britain. Did I mention that? Ron: Twice. Hermione: Oh. Do you want to move a bit closer? Ron: Huh? Hermione: To the Shrieking Shack. Ron: Oh, no. I'm fine here.
Hermione: [after Hagrid gives Ron Scabbers back] I think you owe someone an apology. Ron: Right. Next time I see Crookshanks, I'll let him know. Hermione: [annoyed] I meant me!
Hagrid: Well, first the committee took turns in talking about 'why we were there'. Then I stood up and said my bit, how Buckbeak was a good hippogriff, always cleaned his feathers. And then Lucius Malfoy got up...
Shrunken Head: Ernie, little old lady at twelve o'clock! [the Knight Bus screeches to a halt] Shrunken Head: Ten... nine... eight... seven... six... five... four... 'tree'... 'tree' and a half... two... one and 'tree' quarters... YES!
Arthur Weasley: Get out of the kitchen, Ron! Everybody's hungry! George, Fred: [together] Get out of the kitchen! Arthur Weasley: [to the twins] Feet off the table! George, Fred: [together] Feet off the table! [put feet back on the table]
Dumbledore: Send a message to Azkaban. I think they'll find they're missing a prisoner. Barty Crouch Junior: [gloating] I'll be welcomed back like a hero! Dumbledore: Perhaps. Personally, I've never had much time for heroes.
[referring to Professor Moody] Ron: Brilliant, isn't he? Completely demented, of course. Terrifying to be in the same room with him. But he's really been there, you know? He's looked evil in the eye! Hermione: [darkly] There's a reason those curses a...
Dumbledore: Your attention please. I'd like to say a few words. Eternal Glory. That is what awaits the Student who wins the Triwizard Tournament. But to do this the Student must survive three tasks. Three extremely dangerous tasks.
