So Dobby stopped us from getting on the train and broke your arm... He shook his head. You know what, Harry? If he doesn't stop trying to save your life he's going to kill you.
Another ten points from Gryffindor, said Snape. I would expect nothing more sophisticated from you, Ronald Weasley, the boy so solid he cannot Apparate half an inch across a room.
Mr. Weasley was unavailable for comment, although his wife told reporters to clear off or she'd set the family ghoul on them.
Silence fell between the four of them as they looked up at the sky. There was no sign of movement, the stars stared back, unblinking, indifferent, unobscured by flying friends. Where was Ron? Where were Fred and Mr Weasley? Where were Bill, Fleur, Tonks, Mad Eye, Mundungus?
From now on, I don't care if my tea leaves spell 'Die, Ron, Die,' I'm chucking them in the bin where they belong.
Yeah, size is no guarantee of power, said George. Look at Ginny. What d'you mean? said Harry. You've never been on the receiving end of one of her Bat-Bogey Hexes, have you?
Hey, look -- Harry's got a Weasley sweater, too! Fred and George were wearing blue sweaters, one with a large yellow F on it, the other a G. Harry's is better than ours, though, said Fred, holding up Harry's sweater. She obviously makes more of an effort if you're not family.
Everybody finished the song at different times. At last, only the Weasley twins were left singing along to a very slow funeral march.
Fred and George turned to each other and said together, Wow, we're identical! I dunno though, I think I'm still better looking, said Fred, examining his reflection in the kettle.
Just because you're allowed to use magic now you don't have to whip your wands out for every tiny little thing!
Once again you've put your keen and penetrating mind to the task and as usual come to the wrong conclusion!
I've only suffered writer's block badly once, and that was during the writing of Chamber of Secrets. I had my first burst of publicity about the first book and it paralysed me. I was scared the second book wouldn't measure up, but I got through it!
I always advise children who ask me for tips on being a writer to read as much as they possibly can. Jane Austen gave a young friend the same advice, so I'm in good company there.
Voldemort himself created his worst enemy, just as tyrants everywhere do! Have you any idea how much tyrants fear the people they oppress? All of them realize that, one day, amongst their many victims, there is sure to be one who rises against them and strikes back!
The happiest man on earth would be able to use the Mirror of Erised like a normal mirror, that is, he would look into it and see himself exactly as he is. Does that help?
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The happiest man on earth would be able to use the Mirror of Erised like a normal mirror, that is, he would look into it and see himself exactly as he is. Does that help.
On her daughter, Jessica: Kids at her school will sidle up to me and say, Does Jessica know what happens in book 4? Does Jessica know the title of book 4? And I keep saying, No! There is no point kidnapping her, taking her around back of the bike shed, and torturing her for information.
Imagination is the power that enables us to empathize with humans whose experiences we have never shared.
I'm not a freak. That's a horrible thing to say. That's where you're going. A special school for freaks. You and that Snape boy ... weirdos, that's what you two are... You didn't think it was such a freak's school when you wrote the headmaster and begged him to take you.
That is the second time you have spoken out of turn, Miss Granger, said Snape coolly. Five more points from Gryffindor for being an insufferable know-it-all.
And Percy was shaking his brother, and Ron was kneeling beside them, and Fred's eyes stared without seeing, the ghost of his last laugh still etched upon his face.
Andrew hated to see her humiliated and pathetic like this; but he half hated her too for landing herself in it, when any idiot could have seen.
Ginny came in to visit while you were unconscious, he said, after a long pause, and Harry's imagination zoomed into overdrive, rapidly constructing a scene in which Ginny, weeking over his lifeless form, confessed her feelings of deep attraction to him while Ron gave them his blessing.
There are plenty of eyewitness accounts, just because you're so narrow-minded you need to have everything shoved under your nose before you.
Indifference and neglect often do much more damage than outright dislike ...We wizards have mistreated and abused our fellows for too long, and we are now reaping our reward.
Raindrops the size of bullets thundered on the castle windows for days on end; the lake rose, the flower beds turned into muddy streams, and Hagrid's pumpkins swelled to the size of garden sheds.
You're a prefect? Oh Ronnie! That's everyone in the family! What are Fred and I? Next door neighbors?
Assuming I survive our hunt for the Horcruxes, I'll find Mum and Dad and lift the enchantment. If I don't -- well, I think I've cast a good enough charm to keep them safe and happy. Wendell and Monica Wilkins don't know that they've got a daughter, you see.
Be ruthless about protecting writing days....althoug h writing has been my actual job for several years now, I still seem to have to fight for time in which to do it.
Some people do not seem to grasp that I still have to sit down in peace and write the books, apparently believing that they pop up like mushrooms without my connivance.
You are omniscient as ever, Dumbledore. Oh, no, merely friendly with the local barmen.
For that was the terrible power of the dementors: to force their victims to relive the worst memories of their lives, and drown, powerless, in theirown despair.
He was slumped in the back, gazing out of the window, as though his parents were two people who had picked him up hitchhiking, connected to him merely by chance and proximity.
Well -- I was lucky once, wasn't I? said Harry, pointing at his scar. I might get lucky again.
And it's Gryfindor in possession again, as Johnson takes the Quaffle -- Flint alongside her -- poke him in the eye, Angelina -- it was a joke, professor, it was a joke.
I've no idea where ideas come from and I hope I never find out; it would spoil the excitement for me if it turned out I just have a funny little wrinkle on the surface of my brain which makes me think about invisible train platforms.
To have been loved so deeply, even though the person who loved us is gone, will give us some protection forever.
You are the true master of death, because the true master does not seek to run away from Death.
They make a fuss about Hogsmeade, but I assure you, Harry, it's not all it's cracked up to be. All right, the sweetshop's rather good, and Zonko's Joke Shop's frankly dangerous, and yes, the Shrieking Shack is always worth a visit, but really, Harry, apart from that, you're not missing anything.
The narrow path had opened up suddenly onto the edge of a great black lake. Perched atop a high mountain on the other side, its windows sparkling in the starry sky, was a vast castle with many turrets and towers.
Although people rarely died playing Quidditch, referees had been known to vanish and turn up months later in the Sahara Desert.
I loathe people who say, 'I always read the ending of the book first.' That really irritates me, It's like someone coming to dinner, just opening the fridge and eating pudding, while you're standing there still working on the starter. It's not on.
What she did have were Bertie Bott's Every Flavor Beans, Drooble's Best Blowing Gum, Chocolate Frogs, Pumpkin Pasties, Cauldron Cakes, Licorice Wands, and a number of other strange things Harry had never seen in his life.
Interesting theory. Has anyone ever tried sticking a sword in Voldemort? Maybe the Ministry should put some people onto that, instead of wasting their time stripping down Deluminators or covering up breakouts from Azkaban.
I'm not anti-middle-class in the slightest. Look at me! I am very pro people putting time and money and effort into trying to improve the world.
'Snape's patronus was a doe,' said Harry, 'the same as my mother's because he loved her for nearly all of his life, from when they were children.'
There was a lot more to magic, as Harry quickly found out, than waving your wand and saying a few funny words.
Ah well... wand still in your jeans? Both buttocks still on? Okay, let's go.
Sirius looked slightly disconcerted for a moment, then said, I'll look for him later, I expect I'll find him upstairs crying his eyes out over my mother's old bloomers or something... Of course, he might have crawled into the airing cupboard and died... But I mustn't get my hopes up.
Harry ran upstairs to their dark dormitory. He pulled out the cloak and then his eyes fell on the flute Hagrid had given him for Christmas. He pocketed it to use on Fluffy -- he didn't feel much like singing.
I think the Harry books are actually very moral, but some people just object to witchcraft being mentioned in a children's book.
There is an expiry date on blaming your parents for steering you in the wrong direction; the moment you are old enough to take the wheel, responsibility lies with you.
Just think how many books I could've sold if Harry had been a bit more creative with his wand.
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"Just think how many books I could've sold if Harry had been a bit more creative with his wand."
On the success of 50 Shades of Grey.
One of my regrets would be that I will never again have the pleasure of sneaking into a cafe, any cafe I like, sitting down and diving into my world and no one knowing what I am doing and no one bothering about me and being totally anonymous, that was fantastic.
Harry and Hermione are very platonic friends. But I won't answer for anyone else, nudge-nudge wink-wink!
What you write becomes who you are… So make sure you love what you write!
Our Headmaster is taking a short break, said Professor McGonagall, pointing at the Snape-shaped hole in the window.
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.
I cared more about your happiness than your knowing the truth, more for your peace of mind than my plan, more for your life than the lives that might be lost if the plan failed. In other words I acted exactly as Voldemort expects we fools who love to act.
He was my mum and dad's best friend. He's a convicted murderer, but he's broken out of wizard prison and he's on the run. He likes to keep in touch with me, though...keep up with my news...check if I'm happy.
Now, you two -- this year, you behave yourselves. If I get one more owl telling me you've -- you've blown up a toilet or -- Blown up a toilet? We've never blown up a toilet. Great idea though, thanks, Mum.
From this point forth, we shall be leaving the firm foundation of fact and journeying together through the murky marshes of memory into thickets of wildest guesswork.
We do not need magic to transform our world. We carry all of the power we need inside ourselves already.
He didn't know what he was going to -- but it had to be better than what he was leaving behind.
We shall trespass upon your aunt and uncle's hospitality only a little longer.' You will, will you?' Yes,' said Dumbledore simply, 'I shall.
And so rock bottom became the solid foundation on which I rebuilt my life.
It is one of the most hauntingly beautiful places in the world, the history is fascinating, the men are handsome and the whisky is delicious. But don't eat the macaroni pies.
Always the innocent are the first victims, so it has been for ages past, so it is now.
I think they thought it was very arrogant of me to write the end of my seven books series when I didn't have a publisher and no-one had heard of me.
I love you, Hermione, said Ron, sinking back, rubbing his eyes wearily. Hermione turned faintly pink, but merely said, Don't let Lavender hear you saying that. I won't, said Ron into his hands. Or maybe I will. then she'll ditch me.
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 --.