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Greatness inspires envy, envy engenders spite, spite spawns lies.
J.K. Rowling
Dumbledore was on his feet again, pale as any of the surrounding Inferi, but taller than any too, the fire dancing in his eyes; his wand was raised like a torch and from its tip emanated the flames, like a vast lasso, encircling them all with warmth.
Directly above them, framed in the doorway from the Brain Room, stood Albus Dumbledore, his wand aloft, his face white and furious. Harry felt a kind of electric charge surge through every particle of his body - they were saved.
It is my baby and if I want to bring it out to play again, I will.
Wenn wir träumen, betreten wir eine Welt, die ganz und gar uns gehört.
Birth and death: there was the same consciousness of heightened existence and of her own elevated importance
Palavras são, na minha nada humilde opinião, nossa inesgotável fonte de magia. Capazes de formar grandes sofrimentos e também de remedia-los.
At that moment, Harry fully understood for the first time why people said Dumbledore was the only wizard Voldemort had ever feared. The look upon Dumbledore's face as he stared down at the unconscious form of Mad-Eye moody was more terrible than Harry could have ever imagined. There was no benign smile upon Dumbledore's face, no twinkle in the eyes behind the spectacles. There was cold fury in every line of the ancient face; a sense of power radiated from Dumbledore as though he were giving off burning heat.
Killing rips the soul apart.
You will also find that help will always be given at Hogwarts to those who ask for it.
NO!The scream was the more terrible because he had never expected or dreamed that Professor McGonagall could make such a sound.
No story lives unless someone wants to listen. So thank you, all of you.
Harry witnessed Professor McGonagall walking right past Peeves who was determinedly loosening a crystal chandelier and could have sworn he heard her tell the poltergeist out of the corner of her mouth 'It unscrews the other way.
Get up, you useless lump, get up!
But Death was cunning.
By the time she had interpreted Harry's dreams at the top of her voice (all of which, even the ones that involved eating porridge, apparently foretold a gruesome and early death), he was feeling much less sympathetic toward her.
...but Dumbledore raised his finger for silence, a silence which fell as though he had struck Uncle Vernon dumb.
Personal happiness lies in knowing that life is not a checklist of acquisition. Your qualifications are not your life.
There is a room in the Department of Mysteries, that is kept locked at all times. It contains a force that is at once more wonderful and more terrible than death, than human intelligence, than forces of nature. It is also, perhaps, the most mysterious of the many subjects for study that reside there. It is the power held within that room that you possess in such quantities and which Voldemort has not at all. That power took you to save Sirius tonight. That power also saved you from possession by Voldemort, because he could not bear to reside in a body so full of the force he detests. In the end, it mattered not that you could not close your mind. It was your heart that saved you.
It was as though they had been plunged into a fabulous dream. This, thought Harry, was surely the only way to travel past swirls and turrets of snowy cloud, in a car full of hot, bright sunlight, with a fat pack of toffees in the glove compartment...
