Quotes by J.K. Rowling

Im Draco Malfoy, Im Draco, Im on your side!Draco was on the upper landing, pleading with another masked Death Eater. Harry Stunned the Death Eater as they passed: Malfoy looked around, beaming, for his savior, and Ron punched him from under the cloak. Malfoy fell backward on top of the Death Eater, his mouth bleeding, utterly bemused.And thats the second time weve saved your life tonight, you two-faced bastard! Ron yelled.

The Death Eaters cant all be pure-blood, there arent enough pure-blood wizards left, said Hermione stubbornly. I expect most of them are half-bloods pretending to be pure. Its only Muggle-borns they hate, theyd be quite happy to let you and Ron join up There is no way theyd let me be a Death Eater! said Ron indignantly....My whole family are blood traitors! Thats as bad as Muggle-borns to Death Eaters! And theyd love to have me, said Harry sarcastically. Wed be best pals if they didnt keep trying to do me in.

Do you mean ter tell me, he growled at the Dursleys, that this boy—this boy!—knows nothin abou—about ANYTHING?Harry thought this was going a bit far. He had been to school, after all, and his marks werent bad.I know some things, he said. I can, you know, do math and stuff.

Hello, Minister! bellowed Percy, sending a neat jinx straight at Thicknesse, who dropped his wand and clawed at the front of his robes, apparently in awful discomfort. Did I mention Im resigning?

Bad news, Harry. Ive just been to see Professor McGonagall about the Firebolt. She – er, got a bit shirty with me. Told me Id got my priorities wrong. Seemed to think I cared more about winning the Cup than I do about staying alive. Just because I told her I didnt care if it threw you off, as long as you caught the Snitch first.

Fred, you next, the plump woman said. Im not Fred, Im George, said the boy. Honestly, woman, you call yourself our mother? Cant you tell Im George? Sorry, George, dear. Only joking, I am Fred, said the boy and off he went.

I’ll make Goyle do lines, it’ll kill him, he hates writing,” said Ron happily. He lowered his voice to Goyle’s low grunt and, screwing up his face in a look of pained concentration, mimed writing in midair. “I... must... not... look... like... a... baboon’s... backside.

Ooh, you look much tastier than Crabbe and Goyle, Harry said Hermione, before catching sight of Rons raised eyebrows, blushing slightly and saying oh you know what I mean - Goyles Potion looked like bogies.

The mind is a complex and many-layered thing, Potter... or at least, most minds are...

His eyes are as green as a fresh pickled toad,His hair is as dark as a blackboard.I wish he was mine, hes really divine,The hero who conquered the Dark Lord.

Dont forget to give Neville our love! Ginny told James as she hugged him.! Neville-James rolled his eyes.....

Which way did they go, Peeves? Filch was saying. Quick, tell me. Say please. Dont mess with me, Peeves, now where did they go? Shant say nothing if you dont say please, said Peeves in his annoying singsong voice. All right- PLEASE. NOTHING! Ha haaa! Told you I wouldnt say nothing if you didnt say please! Ha ha! Haaaaaa! And they heard the sound of Peeves whooshing away and Filch cursing in rage.

I knew I could do it all this time,” said Harry, “Because Id already done it... does that make sense?

I am a wizard, not a baboon brandishing a stick.

Am I about to discover where you, Ron, and Hermione disappeared to while you were supposed to be in the back room of Fred and Georges shop?How did you...?Harry, please. Youre talking to the man who raised Fred and George.

When we come face-to-face with one down a dark alley, were going to be having a shufti to see if its solid, arent we, were not going to be asking, Excuse me, are you the imprint of a departed soul?

And its 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...

Did you see me disarm Hermione, Harry?Only once said Hermione stung. I got you loads more then you got me—I did not only get you once, I got you at least three times—Well if youre counting the one where you tripped over your own feet and knocked the wand out of my hand—

They heard the click of the mail slot and flop of letters on the doormat. Get the mail, Dudley, said Uncle Vernon from behind his paper. Make Harry get it.Get the mail, Harry.Make Dudley get it.Poke him with your Smelting stick, Dudley.

You can laugh! But people used to believe there were no such things as the Blibbering Humdinger or the Crumple-Horned Snorkack!