I have gone temporarily deaf and haven't any idea what you said, Harry.
J.K. Rowling
Demi persahabatan! Demi kebaikan hati! Demi sepuluh Galleon per helai rambut-!
And that's the second time we've saved your life tonight, you two-faced bastard!' Ron yelled.
Differences of habit and language are nothing at all if our aims are identical and our hearts are open.
Aha! What villains are these, that trespass upon my private lands! Come to scorn at my fall, perchance? Draw, you knaves, you dogs!
If you want to know what a man's like, take a good look at how he treats his inferiors, not his equals.
Books are like mirrors: if a fool looks in, you cannot expect a genius to look out.
He never seemed to grasp the immense mutability of human nature, nor to appreciate that behind every nondescript face lay a wild and unique hinterland like his own.
The ministry has fallen. Scrimgeour is dead. They are coming.
By all means continue destroying my possessions. I daresay I have too many.
She had a way of moving that moved him as much as music, which was what moved him most of all. Surely the spirit animating that pearless body must be unusual too? Why would nature make a vessel like that, if not to contain something still more valuable?
According to Madam Pomfrey, thoughts could leave deeper scars than almost anything else.
You know, I sometimes think we Sort too soon...
Give her hell from us, Peeves.
You need your Inner Eye tested, if you ask me.
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.
I thought it sounded a bit like Percy singing...maybe you've got to attack him while he's in the shower, Harry.
As much money and life as you could want! The two things most human beings would choose above all - the trouble is, humans do have a knack of choosing precisely those things that are worst for them.
He felt even angrier that Dumbledore was showing signs of weakness. He had no business being weak when Harry wanted to rage and storm at him.
Ce qu'il voyait dépasser de sa manche ressemblait ? 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.
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